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The Trailer Park: The Fourth Year A Story in the Wynter/Trailer Park Universe by Wizard Copyright© 2006 by Wizard Chapter 6 Nampa, Idaho, was not the most exciting town I'd ever seen, but then I wasn't there to sightsee. On Tuesday we polished off a team from Oregon. Oregon and Washington actually had two teams in the tournament, a Northen team and a Southern team. Ashley, Robbie and I celebrated with a dinner at the local Outback. Wednesday we rolled over the team from Wyoming, and Thursday the host team from Nampa dropped into the loser's bracket. Friday we went international. Alberta's team at ten in the morning, then the team from Hawaii at six. Two games, two wins. Saturday evening was shaping up into a grudge match. In the morning we had Alaska and then, if we didn't get beat, our team, representing Northern Washington, against the team from Southern Washington. The last two undefeated teams. The loser would still have a chance to come back through the loser's bracket and play in the final on Sunday. I suited up in my motel room. This was the big day. I tied my shoes and straightened. You couldn't pay me enough to miss this. I let myself out and walked down the hall to three twelve. I knocked. "Who is it?" a girl's voice called out. "Golden Gate Escort Service!" I yelled, keeping my voice deep. "You need an escort?" "What?" came a confused voice. I knocked again. "Who are..." The door opened. "What... ? how... ? what... ?" "I think that's why I love you. Never at a loss for words." I grinned. "How... ?" I stepped in the door and pulled Tami into my arms, kissing her deeply. "Tami, did you really think I'd miss this?" "But I didn't tell..." "Lady, you've been acting weird ever since you found out that the regional tournament was this weekend. You think I wouldn't get suspicious and ask questions?" I kissed her again, and winked at her mother sitting on the bed in the room. "But you're in Idaho." "I'm a man of many talents. Being in two places at once is just one of them." "But..." "Tami, I was in Idaho this morning. We beat Alaska by the way. Just after noon, I got on one of them thar flying contraptions, and now I'm here." "But you have a game tonight." "No. I have a date tonight. Besides, they won't let me wear my tux on the field." I let go of Tami, stepped back and twirled showing off my tuxedo. "And, I'd like to point out, I don't even like to wear a tie, so you better win tonight." "God, I'm glad you're here," she said and melted into my arms again. "... and thank you. This was a tough year for the judges. All the entries were excellent." the M.C. said, glancing down at his notes. I wondered if any announcer anywhere had ever said it was an easy decision. "One hundred and thirty-six articles were submitted to the panel by the editors of local papers. The panel managed to cull them down to the final eight, represented here tonight. These eight articles represent the very best of high school journalism in the western United States. The Bothwell foundation is proud of all of them. All of those final eight will be receiving a plaque and a brand new laptop from Compaq to make their future writing endeavors easier." "That is cool," I whispered to Tami, who seemed to be in shock. "The second runner-up, and winner of a five hundred dollar scholarship, from the Growl, at North Marion High School in Aurora, Oregon, Jerry Todd, for his article on dirty tricks in school politics." There was a lot of applause as a guy about seventeen or eighteen made his way to the podium. He was only wearing a suit, which made me feel special in my tux, even though it felt like the damn thing was trying to strangle me. It took a couple of minutes for him to thank his writing teacher, his journalism teacher, and his editor and declare that his five hundred dollars would go toward a journalism major at Oregon State. "The first runner-up, and winner of a twenty-five hundred dollar scholarship is very special. Of course all of our finalists are special; in fact all of our entrants are special. But this young lady is the youngest ever to be a finalist. In fact, she's the first freshman ever nominated. From the..." "Tami," I said, shaking her. "He's talking about you." ... Washington, Tami Sharp, for her article on wife abuse." Tami sat, staring at the podium. I reached over and pinched her side. She jumped, glared at me for a second, then stood to loud applause. She walked up to the podium in a daze, accepted her plaque, then faced the audience. "I'd like to point out that I'm a sophomore now. Though I was a freshman when I wrote it. But right now, I feel like I'm back in the third grade, and have to give an oral report to the class." The audience laughed, and that seemed to loosen up Tami. "I'd like to thank four people tonight. Mr. Walker, my high school journalism teacher. Miss Kroeger, my middle school writing teacher, and my mom. They've all really helped me as I learned to write, or as I'm learning to write, I should say. Special thanks to my friend, Tony Sims, who encouraged me to write this and..." 'Don't do it, Tami, ' I thought. "... who managed to get my article published after the school principal blocked it." She did it. "He even got suspended for his trouble. Without him, I wouldn't be here tonight. Thank you all." Tami rushed off the little stage, and as she came back, I stood and gave her a hug. It was my fault, of course. I'd never explained to Tami, that I wanted to keep it quiet about how her article got published. We were both so hyped about her taking second that we didn't even hear who beat her. "Are you Tony Sims?" "Yes," I answered automatically as I turned. "Hi. I'm Roger Mahoney," a tall thin man introduced himself. "I'm with the San Francisco Examiner." 'Unh oh, ' I thought. "Glad to meet you," I said. "I've read your friend's article. It was very well done. Especially for a freshman." The eight finalist articles were all in a little book the association had put together. "She's very talented," I agreed. "So I understand you had a little trouble getting published." "Mostly a misunderstanding," I said, trying to minimize it. "You got suspended. Sounds like more than a misunderstanding." "Ancient history." Mahoney grinned. "Obviously you don't want to talk about it. Afraid of more trouble?" I sighed. "Sit down and I'll tell you a fairy tale." Mahoney sat and I told him about school, Parker, and the article. And about Mr. Mulino who would get caught in the middle. "So if you want to write an article, write about Tami." Mahoney smiled, but didn't commit himself. We chatted for a couple of minutes. It turned out he'd read the article in People and recognized me from that, too. So I told him all about Robbie and the real story of the fire. "Now what?" Tami asked as we walked to the elevator, her mom trailing behind. "Well first, I tell you for the three hundred and seventy-second time just how good you look in that dress." Actually, it was more of a gown. Low cut in the front without a hint of suspension that I could see. It was a pale blue with white highlights. Tami looked like she was ready for a trip to the Oscars. "Then we figure out how to get rid of your mom for a couple of hours." "Not happening," her mom said as she joined us on the elevator. "Then at eleven thirty, I get on another big silver bird and fly back to Idaho." I checked, and we'd beaten Southern Washington, so we were in the championship game. "You have to go back?" "Afraid so. They can't win more than one game without me, you know." We got off the elevator and headed down the hall. Tami pouted. "I'm sorry you came all this way and missed your game, and I didn't win." "Tamarone Sharp, that's ridiculous. I didn't fly to San Francisco to see you win. I came to be with you. And I've played ninety-three games this year, and missed one. That's not bad. And for the record, you may not have won the Bothwell Award, but you came in second out of the Western half of the country. And confidentially, that's a lot tougher competition than the eastern half. And you were the first freshman ever nominated. "Lady, if you want to whine, do it around somebody else." Tami looked surprised. So did her mother. "You know, I feel like taking a walk," she announced. "I'll be back in an hour or so." Tami looked even more surprised as she watched her mother disappear down the hall toward the elevators. Tami looked at me. "I..." I grinned. "Would you get that door open. She gave us an hour and it's going to take me half that to figure out how to get you out of that contraption." Chapter 7 "They probably all hate me." It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear, and every star in the galaxy was twinkling at full power. It was cool after the rain. I'd gotten back from Nampa yesterday, but a heavy rain had kept me from my ritual walk with Tami. The rain finally let up this afternoon, and now the night was perfect. I squeezed Tami's hand. "Who hates you?" "Everybody." "Every-who?" "Your team. You lost." "We sure did. But why would they hate you?" "I took you away." "Tami, love of my life, you're being an idiot." Tami glared at me out of the corner of her eye. I squeezed her hand again. "Worse, you're being insecure and feeling sorry for yourself, and it doesn't become you." "I..." "Quiet! I am speaking," I said pompously. She giggled, which I took as a good sign. "We not only lost, we went down in flames. But it had absolutely nothing to do with you." "But, I..." "Fact: if our team couldn't win without me, then they didn't deserve to be regional champions. Fact: the game I missed, we won. I got back in plenty of time for the two games on Sunday, and those are the ones we blew. Fact: we lost because in the first game, we had two hits. That's out of the whole team, and even if you hexed me, how do you explain everybody else? Even Robbie couldn't get a hit. Fact: the team made more errors in the first game than in the whole tournament. What do you have to do with that?" "Nothing I guess." "Nothing is right. And even if my going to San Francisco in the middle of the tournament jinxed us, you didn't ask me to go. Hell, you didn't even tell me about it. I had to worm it out of your mother. I decided to go. I decided what was important. Comprende?" Tami gave me a half smile. "Yeah." "Besides, as I see it, we're not losers, we're the second best team in seven states and two provinces. Just like you're the second best reporter in the Western U.S. Figure it gives us both something to work for." Tami grinned and nodded. "And anyway, now the team from Montana has to go to Texas in the middle of August, not us. We can just relax and kick back and enjoy the rest of the summer." "Can I talk to you?" Ashley asked, coming out of the kitchen. "Sure. Where's Robbie?" "She felt the need to check on the chickens." Robbie's dad had decided that he wanted to keep some chickens for fresh eggs, so built a coop out behind the house. I'd been sitting on the sofa watching General Hospital with Robbie when she'd gone to the kitchen for some drinks. I admit it. I'd gotten hooked, but I only watched every couple of weeks. That was enough to keep current. "I thought she was getting drinks?" "She was, but I came in the back, and we talked." "And now she's chicken girl." Ashley nodded. "You can sit down, you know." "I..." I thought about pulling her onto my lap, but we hadn't fooled around since she and Robbie started whatever they started. "Take a breath and talk. We're friends. You can tell me anything." I waited, but Ashley didn't say anything. "Well almost anything. Don't tell me I have big ears. I'd hate that." Ashley smiled and moved to the end of the sofa and sat down. "Robbie told me what you did?" I smiled. "That could be a good thing, or a bad thing. Depending on which thing I did that she told you about." "On the fourth. You know." "Oh. When I got so caught up in my soap that I totally forgot about the two hot naked women waiting for me upstairs." Ashley sighed. "No, when you gave me a chance to do something that I'd thought... that I'd fantasized about for a long time." "Nah. I just forgot." "Tony, somehow, I doubt you ever forgot about any girl. You were being sweet." "Don't let it get around. My rep, you know." "Thank you." She scooted over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "You can do better than that." I picked her up and lifted her onto my lap. Then I kissed her, no tongue but long and hard. Her breath tasted pepperminty. "I've missed that," I said when we finished. "Wow!" "Thank you," I said, grinning. I cuddled with her. "Was it everything you dreamed?" "More." She knew I was talking about her and Robbie, not our kiss. "And less. Want the details?" Oh, God, yes. "Not really." I am such a liar. Ashley grinned. "Yes, you do. And someday, I'm going to get you naked on a bed, just the two of us, and tell you." Damn, I love my life. "Then, I'm gonna lose my cherry." My heart stopped beating. Three, maybe four beats. Then it started again. "What?" "Robbie and I talked about it. We think, when I'm ready, you should be the one." I remembered when Robbie had said almost the same thing. "But I thought... ?" "That I was a lez?" "No, that you were in love with Robbie?" "I was, I am. At least I think I am. But she's not in love with me. She's in love with... She's not in love with me." "But you two..." I stammered. Then I thought, 'Robbie's in love? Who the hell is Robbie in love with?' "We have fun. Let's just leave it at that." "Okay." "Unless you want to join us for real? Robbie's got a big bed." "I don't think so." Why did I spend so much time, talking myself out of sex? It wasn't natural. I was sitting on a tall stool, mike in hand. Toby Reyes started in on the piano. I listened to the first eight bars, then the spot came up, centered on me. "I don't like to sleep alone, stay with me, don't go. Talk with me, for just awhile. So much of you, to get to know." Sally Reyes, Toby's sister, came in softly with a single snare drum and cymbol. "Reaching out, touching you. Leaving all my worries, far behind. Lovin' you, the way I do, My mouth on yours, and yours on mine." Tami was sitting in the front row, and I stepped off the low stage and up to her, talking her hand. "Marry me. Or let me live with you. Nothing's wrong, when love is right. Like the man said, in his song, Help me make it through the night." "Loneliness, can get you down, when you get to thinking, no one cares. Lean on me, and I'll lean on you. Together we will see it through." I let go of Tami and went back to the center of the stage. "I don't like to sleep alone. It's sad to think that some folks do." "No, I don't like to sleep alone. No one does, do you?" "I don't like to sleep alone. No one does, do you?" I took a quick bow, and got the hell out of Dodge. The Paul Anka song was a good one, but I still wasn't sure it wouldn't get me lynched. Robbie was next. She belted out Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You' in a voice that Dolly would have been proud of and a style somewhere in between Parton's original arrangement and Whitney Houston's more modern one. You didn't need an applause meter to know who won that one. Paul Walker's garage band did a number, then the high school swing choir. Then Robbie and I were back, this time with a duet. Robbie had put together a small group to back us. Sally and Toby Reyes, with Chad Davis on guitar. She called them Unrehearsed. I started on my own. "Wrote my whole life down in a notebook, songs about you and me." Then Chad came in softly. "Been singin' to every soul in Tennessee." Toby and Sally joined in. "Nobody seems to listen. No one ever smiles the way that you do. So, I guess you'll never hear me on the radio. I'd give up this crazy dream of mine, to hold you once more." Robbie joined in on the chorus. "Won't you meet me in Montana. I want to see the mountains in your eyes. I've had all of this life I can handle, meet me underneath that big Montana sky." Then it was Robbie's turn. "I left home for Hollywood, looking for a part to play. Well, you always said, I had such a pretty face. But I guess, I'm not that pretty, cause no one looks at me, the way that you do." Me again. "Well, you'll always be a movie star to me." Robbie. "Darlin' now I guess it's time, I let go of that dream." The two of us in harmony. "Won't you meet me in Montana. I want to see the mountains in your eyes. I've had all of this life I can handle, meet me underneath that big Montana sky. Robbie. "Well, we're stuck here in these hill that they call mountains," Me. "Darlin, back home in your arms is right where I want to be." Harmony. "Won't you meet me in Montana. I want to see the mountains in your eyes. I've had all of this life I can handle, meet me underneath that big Montana sky." "In Montana I want to see the mountains in your eyes. I've had all of this life I can handle, meet me underneath that big Montana sky." The applause was almost as good as it was for Robbie's song. Somebody yelled encore, but I think it was Robbie's dad. We got off the stage and mingled. The parent association was having a pre-school-year get together and asked Robbie to organize the entertainment. I was standing to the side, talking to Sally and Toby. "Mr. Sims." Some sounds are just always associated with disaster. Mr. Parker' voice. My name with a mister in front of it. "Mr. Parker." I said, turning around. He had a sour look on his face; but then, without it, I might not have recognized him. "That song was completely inappropriate for a teenaged boy. Especially for this meeting." I smiled. "You're probably right." I turned back to Sally and Toby, making a mental note to thank Robbie for picking it. "I'm talking to you." "That's nice," I said without bothering to turn around. "I said, I was talking to you," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder and turning me toward him. I noticed that several people were looking our way. "I heard you. You're talking to me. But I'm trying to talk to my friends. You didn't like my song. Fine. That's your opinion, and you're entitled to it. Hell, the constitution even guarantees you the right to speak it. But I don't have to care." I turned back to the Reyes's. "Mr. Sims, your attitude is going to get you in more trouble." He grabbed my shoulder again and spun me hard. "Parker, this isn't school." I tried to shake his hand off, but he was squeezing hard. "I don't give a fuck what you think." It was like somebody unplugged the sound system. Total silence. "Mr. Sims, I've had about enough of your..." "If you don't get your hand off my son, I'll take it off," My dad said in a soft voice. "Mr. Sims, your son..." "You may not hear well. Get your damn hand off my kid!" Parker pulled his arm back like he'd been burned. "Mr. Sims, his attitude..." Dad stepped up and put his arm around my shoulder. "Parker, I haven't been in a fight in twenty years. Touch Tony again, and you and I will find out if I remember how." "I was just..." "You were just being a pompous asshole." I couldn't believe my dad used that word. "You told Tony you didn't like his song. He told you he didn't care. Was there anything else?" "That song was totally inappropriate." "Tony also told you, this isn't school. You don't get to decide what's appropriate. His mother and I will decide what's appropriate. Since this is Mrs. Keith's meeting, she can decide what's appropriate. Nobody really cares what you think." Parker seemed shocked, but wasn't smart enough to quit when he was behind. "Did you hear his language?" "Yeah, he showed more restraint than I would have." "But I... lack of respect." "I totally agree," Dad said, squeezing my shoulder. "And tomorrow, I'll take the day off and have a talk with your superintendent about the lack of respect you have for your students." "This isn't about me. He..." Dad held his hand up to stop him, then looked around. "Mrs. Keith, this was your meeting. Were you offended by any of the music?" Mrs. Keith stepped forward, she was a dumpy middle aged woman. Her daughter was the captain of the cheerleaders, and probably the hottest girl in school, now that Alana had graduated. I wondered if she'd look like this in twenty years. "I thought the music was great. Tony's song was touching." I found out later that she made some comments to mom about my song being a little mature. "It was inappropriate," Parker insisted. "Bonny!" Tami's mom stepped up. "He was singing to your daughter. Were you offended?" "My future son-in-law singing to my baby. There's nothing sweeter in the world." "Parker, if you have anything to say to my son, ever, you'd better talk to me or my wife first." "You don't have to take that tone..." "Goodbye, Mr. Parker." Parker glared for a second, then turned and walked toward the door. "Thanks, Dad." I said. I was never so proud of him. Dad let go of me and stepped in front, leaning forward until we were nose to nose. "If you ever use that word in public again," he said in a low voice, "I'll pull your pants down and paddle you right here." "Yes, sir." He started to turn away, then turned back, but not right in my face this time. "Unless you're talking to that asshole. I can only expect so much self-control." I grinned and put my arm around him. "Mom wants to trade you in on a newer model, but I'm keeping you." Chapter 8 "How the hell did you arrange this?" I asked, as I settled on the sofa. "Well, I'd never lie to your mom, cause I know how you feel about that. But I may have given her the impression that several more guys and girls were going to be here." Robbie sat on my lap. She was wearing a pair of purple gym shorts, and that was all. "Oh, and I think I forgot to mention that Dad is back in Tennessee until Monday." "Forgot to mention it?" "I planned to, but it slipped my mind." Robbie leaned back against me. "Too bad Tami couldn't come." She gone to Seattle with her mom to shop. "Still thinking about your threesome," Robbie accused. "You had your chance, you chose a General Hospital instead." "My life is a soap opera. I can relate." Robbie started to sit up and say something, then relaxed. I enjoyed the feeling of her body resting against mine. "I chose today because I knew Tami was going to be gone. She knows. We talked about it." "Oh." More soap opera. We didn't talk much, just snuggled as we watched a movie on TV. My Best Friend's Wedding. I'd brought the DVD with me, thinking that Robbie would like it. Not realizing until I sat there, watching it with her that here was a movie about a love triangle, and I was living a love triangle. Robbie loved it, almost crying at the end. "You ready for bed?" she asked as she clicked the remote, turning off the TV and the DVD player. "Uh, yeah." I found myself slightly nervous. I'd had sex with Robbie, and I'd slept with her. I smiled to myself, remembering the trouble I'd had with Tami about 'sleeping' with Robbie. But now, I was going to do both. Have sex and go to sleep. It seemed like a big step. I kinda wished it could have been with Tami, but Robbie was almost as good. Robbie climbed off my lap, then held her hand out to help me up. She pointed me toward the stairs as she wandered around turning off lights and locking doors. I was sitting on the bed when she came up. "In the words of someone I know and respect, you're wearing too many clothes," she said with a grin. With a quick shimmy, she was standing in the door naked. 'Damn, I love my life, ' I thought as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Almost two hours later we lay spoon fashion, my cock buried in Robbie's cunt from behind. I'd cum twice and hadn't even been sure I could get it up a third time. Robbie had scored half a dozen orgasms. I was catching my breath. Bed with Robbie was a lot more workout than football or baseball. A lot more fun too. We lay for several minutes, just enjoying the closeness of each other and the bond between us, and I don't just mean my tool. I listened to Robbie's rhythmic breathing, finally realizing just why it was so rhythmic. She was asleep. I decided I was secure enough to think she was asleep because she felt safe and loved in my arms, not because sex with me was boring. That left me with one unsatisfied battering ram nestled within her. I knew I could never go to sleep like this, but I didn't want to wake her. So I lay, holding her, and being content. I thought about Robbie, and Robbie and Ashley, and Tami, and football, and... I woke. My cock was hard, but it was trapped between Robbie's thighs, having slipped out of her pussy. I wondered if it had gone soft in the night, then hard again as usual in the morning. Or had it stayed hard all night? I thought about gently fucking Robbie awake, but my bladder decided to be part of the equation. I eased my cock out from between her legs and rolled off the bed as gently as I could. I looked forward to coming back and spending all morning in bed with Robbie. When I came back, Robbie's eyes were open, and she watched as I walked back into the room. Thankfully, my cock had subsided during my morning waterworks, 'cause there's just no dignified way to walk with a hard-on. "You're worth waking up for," she purred. I grinned, "You look pretty good yourself." "I need a kiss." I grinned again. "Your wish, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." I stepped over to the bed and leaned down. I was going to give her a quick peck on the lips, but as our lips touched, Robbie grabbed me and pulled me into a long deep kiss. "I needed that," she said a few seconds later. What can I say, I'm good. "Go home." "What?" I thought I was good. "Go home." "I thought we... I mean, I was going to... I..." I hate when I can't put a complete sentence together. "Tony, I liked last night. Hell, I needed last night. But, we're done." "I... I don't understand." "Tony, it's been great. But you're in love with Tami. You need to be with her." "But I... we..." "Tony, you've been my friend. You are my friend and I hope you always will be. We've been and we will be team-mates. But that's all we are." "I don't understand," I said again. "I do. And that's enough." "Robbie dumped me. Again," I told Tami as soon as she came back. "I know." "You do?" "She told me what she was going to do." "She thinks I haven't been fair to you. I'm sorry." I reached for her hand, but she grabbed me in a hug. "Don't be sorry, and that's not what she thinks." "That's what she said." "No, I think that's what you heard." "I... don't... understand." I was getting real tired of saying that. Maybe someday they'll discover a Rosetta stone for communications between sexes. We were standing on the front lawn, watching the slow transition from day to night. Tami let go of me and turned, looking up in the sky. Only three stars had come out to play so far. She watched them sparkle. "Robbie's in love." "That's what Ashley said. So there's some one else." Tami kept watching the sky but held her hand out to me. I took it. "Tony, she's in love with you." "What? I don't..." I didn't want to say I don't understand again. "Don't be dense. She's been in love with you since the first day she showed up on your doorstep." "But she dumped me. Right after the talent show." "She told me once that love is doing what's right for the other person. She knew that you, uh, that you loved me. And she knew that I loved you. She dumped you because she thought it was the best thing for you. That it was right." Tami lowered her head and looked into my eyes. "I think she was right." "But we've been happy. I mean, haven't we?" Tami smiled. "Yeah, we've been happy. I didn't mind sharing. Especially with Robbie. But it was hard for her. It hurt her. She decided that she had to find something, someone of her own." "Ashley," I said softly. Tami kissed me gently, then lifted her head to the sky again. A dozen stars shone now. "I think Ashley will help, but she isn't the answer. Can you say unrequited?" Tami didn't wait for an answer. "It's like those romantic comedies you like. Ashley loves Robbie, but Robbie loves Tony, and Tony loves Tami." "And Tami loves Tony. I hope." "She does." "So does anybody live happily ever after?" "Us!" "Does that mean you'll marry me?" "Tony Marion Sims," she said, looking me in the face again. "You can't even get your driver's license for five-and-a-half months. You're not talking your mom into signing a marriage license." "I can be very persuasive." "That you can." "So what about Robbie?" "We give her space when she needs it. We be her friends when she needs us. We hope she finds what she's looking for." "You're a very smart lady." "Once upon a time I learned a lot from a very wise boyfriend." "What ever happened to him?" I said, losing myself in her eyes. "We got married and lived happily ever after." Chapter 9 "I am so glad that's over," I said as I slammed my locker closed. "What?" Tami asked, closing hers more gently. "School. Only one hundred and seventy-nine more days to go." Tami looked exasperated. "You like school, and you know it," she said. I was always amazed that Tami could say something in such a way that it seemed like she stomped her foot, but didn't have to. "Shush," I said. "I'm a football player. That's not the sort of thing I want to get around." "And just what if I want to tell the whole school that Tony Sims is sensitive and caring AND likes school." "You can be replaced you know," I said, putting my hands on her hips and looking into her eyes. God! I loved her eyes. I understood now why poets spent so much time talking about limpid pools or lipid pools or tepid pools or whatever it was. "Yeah, by who?" she demanded. "Robbie dumped you, remember?" "There's always Allie. Major cute, a cheerleader, and she thinks I'm wonderful. That's a pretty good combination." Tami grinned. "I realize there's more to Allie than I used to think, but you'd be bored stiff inside a week." "But what a week." "Besides, I don't think she'd be as understanding about Mikee and Kelly." "Mikee and Kelly? But I thought... I mean, I was gonna stop..." "Why?" Tami looked really confused. "You know, what Robbie said about loving you and..." "Oh! Would you get it through your head that that was about you and Robbie, not you and me." "But..." "But nothing. I told you before, I don't mind sharing." Tami smiled again. "Besides, I think you're good for the girls." "What? They don't get enough exercise?" "No. I think it's good for them to know just how great a guy can be. I think a lot of girls get stuck with a couple of jerks in a row and think that's all there is to choose from. These girls are going to know better." "You're going to make me blush." From the quizzical look on her face, I had a feeling I was. "Besides, you're not exactly the voice of experience. We've been going out since the seventh grade." Tami looked sad for a second. "I've had a chance to see a jerk in action." "Oh. Yeah, right. Sorry." Tami brightened again. "Not your fault. Mine. I wonder what ever happened to Peter?" "I heard he was cooking meth in Montana," Robbie said as she walked up. "You're making that up," Tami accused. Robbie smiled knowingly. "I hope you're making that up. He wasn't all that bright, and not very methodical. If he's playing with chemicals, someone's gonna get blown up." Robbie grinned. "Actually, I heard he was going to school in Wenatchee." Then Robbie looked at me. She smiled and I felt better. It was a real smile, not forced or fake. She hadn't been on the bus that morning, and we didn't have any classes together this year, not even the same lunch period, so I wasn't sure how we were gonna be. "You'll never guess..." she started to say. Just as I said, "You won't believe..." We smiled at each other, then looked at Tami, then back at each other and laughed. "Go ahead," I offered. "Tommy Sands came looking for me at lunch." Tommy was a senior and definitely on the cool list. "He wants us to be in a show." "What kind of show?" Tami asked "A play. A musical." I grinned. "That's awesome. Too bad we'll be busy." "We will?" "Kirk Sulvan looked me up fifth period. He wants us to be in a show. It's a play. A musical." God, the look on her face. I love it when I can really surprise Robbie. It's hard to do, but worth it. "What's going on here?' she asked. I shrugged. Suddenly, Tami started jumping up and down, clapping her hands. "Oh goody. I actually know something you two brains don't." "What?" Robbie and I demanded together." "Oh, nothing," Tami said with a grin. I looked at Robbie, "You want to hold her while I tickle her? Or shall I hold her?" Robbie smiled tightly. She reminded me of little Wednesday Addams in the second movie when she said, 'Be afraid. Be very afraid.' She must have reminded Tami too. "I'll tell. I was talking to Mr. Walker during journalism. There's a big state-wide contest for the best student produced play. Each school can submit one, then there's going to be regional contests all over the state, then the winners get to go to the finals in Seattle." "Wow!" Robbie and I said together again. We looked at each other; then she giggled and I grinned. "They're going to broadcast each of the regional winners. There's supposed to be a big prize, too, but Mr. Walker didn't say what it was." "Wow!" I said again, this time by myself. "So which one do we pick?" Robbie asked, more to herself than to me. "Tommy or Kirk?" "Well, we have four choices. We could go with Tommy. Or we could go with Kirk. Or you could go with Tommy and I'll go with Kirk. Or we can skip the whole thing." "There's a fifth choice," Tami said. We both looked at her. "You could do your own thing." "That's..." I was going to say ridiculous. "... a hell of an idea," Robbie finished for me. "I'll... we'll have to think about that. "Right now..." Robbie picked up my wrist and looked at my watch. "We're supposed to be dressed and on the football field in three minutes." "Oh shit!" I said, reaching down and grabbing my backpack. Tami cuffed the top of my head just as Robbie's hand smacked my ass. "You're always on the girls about their language," Tami reminded me. I grinned, grabbed Robbie's hand, and we ran for the locker room. Did I mention, I love my life? Chapter 10 "If we do this, we're going to need..." Robbie started. "Not to rain on your parade, but do you even know if we can do this?" I butted in. "What do you mean?" "Well, if each school gets to submit one production, and Tommy and Kirk both plan their own, can we?" "Oh?" "Well, if the school can submit one," Tami said. "And Tommy and Kirk and who knows who else all want to do one, the school's going to have to produce them all and choose, or come up with a FAIR way to decide who gets a shot. So it can't hurt to be ready." "True," Robbie agreed. "Tommy and Kirk both want to do musicals, but we can do dramas, comedies, whatever," Tami pointed out. "I think if we're..." I pointed at Robbie, then back at myself. "... going to do it, we should stick with a musical. We can get Unrehearsed back together, then add a few more. Toby on Piano, Chad on guitar, and Sally plays like a regular Karen Carpenter. "Who?" Kelly piped up from where she was snuggled on my lap. "Karen Carpenter. The Carpenters?" Kelly looked blank. So did her sister, sitting between Robbie and Tami on the sofa. The younger generation, huh. "We need to talk to them." "You sound like WE'VE decided." Robbie had the grace to look embarrassed. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant if we go with Unrehearsed..." I smiled and waved her off. "Robbie you've been making my decisions since we met. If you stop now, I'll just get confused." Robbie blushed. "Pizzas ready," Mom announced from the kitchen, bringing in a large pizza, paper plates and towels. "Thanks, Mom." She surveyed the room. I know she was dying to make a comment about me hanging out with four cute girls, but I think she decided not to embarrass Kelly. She waved and went back to the kitchen. Traci looked in from the hall, then started to back out again. "Come on in, Trace. Lots of pizza," I offered. She smiled shyly and came in, helping herself to pizza and sitting on the floor. Mom came back with cans of Coke and smiled at me after noticing that Traci had been included. Damn, I love racking up those brownie points. With my habit of getting suspended every March, they came in handy. "So if we're going to do a musical, which one?" Robbie asked around a mouthful of pizza. "Jesus Christ, Superstar," Tami suggested. "I can picture Tony as Judas belting out Heaven on Their Minds. "So you picture me as the biggest traitor in history?" Tami giggled. "How about Man of La Mancha, I have a little Don Quixote in me." "More than a little," Traci said, then looked away. "I can't see Parker letting us stage Superstar. Too controversial. And I'd be willing to bet that there will be a couple of La Manchas from other schools," Robbie, the cool head of reason, pointed out. "There's always Oh, Calcutta!" I suggested. "Just where were you planning to hide the body?" Robbie asked. I grinned. "I know a couple of spots in the woods back here where Parker will never be found." "I say we do it," Tami said, surprising me. "Right after you talk my mom into letting me go on stage naked." "You could do The Sound of Music," Traci suggested. "I always loved that one. "More schools will do that than La Mancha," Robbie said, a little more sharply that was necessary, I thought. "You might want to think about how big a production you want," Tami suggested. "You've got two singing and one non-singing roles." She patted her chest. "Two if we shanghai Mikee. And Tommy and Kirk are already trolling for talent. If you decide how big you want to get, that may help you pick a play." "I think somewhere between four and thirty," I said. "Thanks, Tony. That really narrows it down." Robbie said sarcastically. "Besides a thirty-way split is no fun at all." Tami added. We'd discovered that first prize is five grand. Half for the school, and half split among the cast. "Greed doesn't become you," I accused. "I was thinking of you," she said in defense. "You've got to start saving for a wedding ring." Mikee did a classic double take and ended up staring at Tami, who just smiled serenely. "We could do our own." Why did I suddenly feel like Micky Rooney; 'Hey kids, let's put on a show.' "Sure," Robbie agreed sarcastically. "You can probably write a play in a week. Of course a dozen songs might take a little longer." "I was thinking we could pick some songs, then write enough story to tie them together. Something like the Beatles did with Hard Day's Night and Help." I noticed the blank look on Kelly's face. "Tell me you don't know who the Beatles are and I have to send you home." "Of course I do," she said firmly. I decided not to put her on the spot and make her name a Beatles song. I didn't want to send her home. "Now I get to play rain cloud," Tami said. "If you use other people's songs on stage, and on television, if you get that far, do you have to pay royalties?" I shrugged. "Can I make a suggestion?" Traci piped up. "What?" Robbie snapped. Traci got off the floor. "I was just going to say you might want to talk to Mr. McCoy at the middle school. He's been a professional musician. He might be able to help." Traci turned and walked away. I didn't look at Robbie. I gave Kelly a little shove, and she got the idea and stood up, then I got up and followed my sister. She'd already gone into her room and closed the door. I opened it without bothering to knock. Her back was to me, but I knew that tears would be starting at the corners of her eyes. "You are not going to let someone treat you like that in your own house," I said to her back. "But, she's your..." "And you are not going to cry. Anybody who survived twelve years living with me, is tougher than that." She turned and tried to smile. Her eyes were already red. I held out my hand. "Come on." She took it and followed, though not enthusiastically. I walked her back into the living room and stood in front of Robbie. "I want to introduce you. This is my sister Traci. This is HER house and HER living room, AND I invited her to join us. If you have a problem with that, you can leave." Robbie looked up at me defiantly, she opened her mouth, I could almost feel a wave of sarcasm. Robbie looked down at her toes. "I'm sorry." She looked up at Traci and smiled. "I'm really sorry. It's not you. It's just... I'm being real bitchy today." Traci nodded. "Cause you broke up with my brother again," she said sagely. Did I miss a bulletin on CNN or something? Robbie nodded. "Will you please stay?" Traci nodded and held out her hand. The two girls shook. I sat back down in Dad's chair and pulled Traci onto my knees. She looked embarrassed, but stayed. "Can I do anything to make it up to you?" Robbie asked. "Can you teach me to hit? I suck at softball," Traci said without hesitation. "What about Tony?" "He's my brother," she said, as if that explained everything. I guess it did. "Tony, can I see you a minute?" Mom called when I returned from walking Tami and the girls home. Dad was driving Robbie. I joined Mom in the dining room, where she was working on bills at the table... I stood by the table as she finished writing a check and stuffing it in an envelope. "You know when you were eight, your sister tried very hard to get you traded in on a dog. A golden retriever. You were a real pain that year. You were full of yourself because you were the best on your team at baseball, you were the best at football, you got the best grades. I almost went for it." I didn't remember being all that bad, and didn't have a clue what she was leading up to. "Tonight, I don't think she'd trade you in, even for a pony."

Tia's Game by TailWeaver Copyright© 2021 by TailWeaver Chapter 18: A new normal? Add Tia was trying to be quiet, very quiet, as she slowly sucked on Thomas’s thick cock. She could feel the cool tiles of the kitchen beneath her knees, and the rough denim of Thomas’s jeans as she moved slightly, her exposed nipples hard. Thomas held her long shirt up around her shoulders, forcing her to be nearly nude in the kitchen while they supposedly cleaned up after dinner. It was a sort of cleanup, Tia thought, flushing a little, her mouth sliding down and taking more of Thomas’s prick inside. She was just getting warmed up, into full motion, when he pulled back and pulled her up, her shirt falling back down around her otherwise nude body. “God, too good, too damn good, but I thought I heard someone getting up. Best be careful” Tia agreed with the sentiment, if not exactly with its ramifications. Not getting caught was far more important than her getting off while she sucked on him. She was finding her new outlook more than a little exciting, and the minor changes around the house, even during the week, were making her really look forward to tomorrow night. The week hadn’t started out that differently, she thought, though that was mostly because of her being completely wiped out on Sunday and her Mom’s decision to just order pizza on Monday. There was not any real private time with any of her brothers until Tuesday night, even though it was clear Tim and Thomas both had been trying to talk to her alone when she was doing homework. Unfortunately, their Mom had been on a wild laundry kick on Monday and other than a quick grab of her bare breasts, they had left her alone. — at least they seemed to enjoy the frequent looks at her naked body during her homework time and before school, when she purposely delayed getting dressed as long as possible. Even Katie and her friends had been rather circumspect that first day or two, though Tia knew Katie was dying to talk about all that had happened. Once Tuesday night had arrived though, and it was Tia and Terrance’s turn to clean up, it quickly became clear that her naughty admissions on the phone while tied naked to Katie’s bed had indeed changed things. Her brother had barely waited for her to bring back the plates before he had asked her. “It was true, wasn’t it? What you said on the phone?” He had looked uncertain for a moment until she slowly nodded. A secret thrill at her embarrassing admission making her flush with wetness between her legs “Good! Good! Tim said you were serious, I mean, I just ... Ummm,” he had said, dithering a moment before speaking with a bit more authority. “In that case, hands behind your back, grab your elbows!” Tia had moved into the kitchen proper and turned to face him, her back against the counter as she moved her hands behind her back and reached for opposing elbows with each hand. She could feel her cotton long tee stretch across her braless breasts as she stretched her arms, and she was not surprised when Terrence reached forward and grabbed her right boob through her shirt before sliding his hand down across her belly, sliding quickly down below her shirt and back upwards a bit until he touched her pubic hair. “Now, I enjoyed hearing the stuff you said, about what you like, and um, like to do, you know, with us. But, um, I want to hear details” he had said, or words to that effect, while pulling her shirt up and hooking it over her crossed arms behind her back. She remembered it had felt odd, at first, until she had gotten warmed up, saying things like “I like it. Being naked. I like it when you guys tie me up and make me squirm. Touching me.” Terrence had started doing the dishes, first bringing everything in from the other room and stacking it so he would be able to just stay in the kitchen. Every time he brought a load in he’d stop and listen, commenting or saying things like “I thought so!”, or “More details please.” or Touching you where?” et cetera. She remembered trying to get quite explicit, mostly because he encouraged her to do so often, saying stuff like “Oh, god, I love doing this. Touching myself, my clit. My pussy. It’s so wet”. She had stopped holding her arms behind her after a while when he told her to try to cum before he finished the dishes. She spent the last few minutes becoming quite naughty in words and actions, fingering her wet slit while he watched and describing, in detail, what she wanted to do to his penis. His cock. “Mmmm, I want to suck on you again. It’s so hard, and trembling. When I lick and taste, I feel like a total slut. You guys like me acting like a total slut. I bet. I know. Sucking on your cocks, naked, letting you stick your fingers and stuff inside of me while I suck on you.” She had cum, good and hard, biting her lip to keep from making too much noise, Terrence’s gaze boring into hers as she cupped her hand over herself, jerking and cumming hard. Wednesday morning Tim had followed her into the bathroom, insisting that he watch her shower. That had started her day in such a slutty mood, that when she got to school and Katie had whispered ‘Naughty Tee-Tee’ in her ear, she had agreed eagerly to Katie’s new rule. She had agreed to go to the girl’s room during the noon break, and bring back her panties, wet and sticky, to Katie in the cafeteria before lunch was over. Her entire demeanor was becoming fairly daring. She had read that hedonistic meant something like how she was feeling, and it had not surprised her at all when Thomas had wanted her to play with his cock during kitchen clean up time tonight. A bit distracted, her body tingling and her mind definitely not on doing a good job of cleaning the kitchen, Tia tried to calm down and normalize a bit as she spooned the leftovers into a container. She was snapping the lid down, making sure it was sealed, when she felt Thomas come back into the kitchen and slide a hand up under the back of her long sleep shirt. With his hand cupping her bare bottom, she turned towards him, stopping when he again lifted her shirt, his hands moving up to cup both of her breasts. “God, you are such a sexy little thing” he said, squeezing her nipples and making her knees buckle. He turned her around and pulled his hands free, moving them to her shoulders and pushing down. “Hurry, they all looked engrossed in the show so we should have a few more minutes.” Tia knelt down quickly, her hands going to the waist of his jeans and helping him push them down. She reached for his still hard cock, stroking it a couple of times as he pushed his underwear out of the way, and she did not hesitate to engulf the thick mushroom head inside of her mouth and return to her eager sucking. Thomas’s cock was the thickest of her brother’s pricks by far, and she felt somehow more slutty sucking his dick than the others. Her mouth was open wider, and she had to really stretch to get more of him inside of her mouth than with the other two. Moaning softly, she felt him throbbing as she pushed down, the back of her mouth filling with the thick fleshy head of his cock. Sucking, she held herself in place as she ran her tongue around the thick rim of his prick, holding on to his hips as he pressed inside of her eagerly. She knew they had to hurry, so she eagerly encouraged him to slide in and out even faster once his hips began to thrust. His cock slid in and out of her open mouth easily, her lips sliding along the shaft and over the thick head with every retreat. Licking her lips and breathing deep, she took him deep with every thrust, her hands holding onto his quivering buttocks as she sucked on his thick shaft like a good, eager, horny, slut. Fully in her naughty slut mode, she felt him press harder, faster, and she pulled her lips off for a minute, stroking his shaft as hard and as fast as she could, until she could sense he was going to shoot. Quickly putting her mouth back over his overly large cockhead, she felt him spasm and spurt, the thick cream coating her cheeks and tongue. Holding on, she waited for him to finish, before pulling back and licking her lips stickily. It was still sorta nasty, she thought, though she was getting sort of used to it. She much preferred the taste at the start, when they were just leaking or oozing a bit. Much sweeter and easier to handle. “Shit. You guys better hurry. I just stopped mom from checking on you! Tim stood near the table, monitoring the entrance to the tv room and waving his hand fervently behind his back “Oh fuck. Ok yeah. We’re done sorry just,” Tim protested, pulling away and tucking his still oozing cock back into his pants. “Yeah, yeah. If you get us caught!!” “I know! I know! Sorry!” Getting up and quickly moving to put the leftovers in the fridge, Tia forced herself to swallow Thomas’s stuff in her mouth, grabbing a glass and quickly filling it with water. Cleansing her mouth. She drank quickly before grabbing a paper towel and making sure her face was clean “Oh god. That was...!” She said, calming herself as much as possible before rejoining the others. “Yeah. Intense!” “I was going to say terrifying, but. Yeah, intense is good too.” Quickly finishing up, the two followed Tim into the other room, dropping and studiously ignoring each other as they pretended to watch the show. On both Thursday and Friday mornings she had visitors during her shower, the boys apparently taking turns watching her, teasing her, giving her a charge to start the day. After all that had happened, she was not sure why they seemed to enjoy watching her wash her body, or dry off with a towel, but she could not deny the thrill she got from the naughty exhibition. Perhaps it was simply because it was new and different. Not being her turn to help with the after dinner cleanup on Thursday, the only excitement had been while she was doing homework. Naked, she had her door open as always, her brothers frequently walking by for a quick look, though never risking coming in and being caught by their mother. Still playing it safe. After an hour or so, she had gotten a little bored, and turned her chair towards the open door, leaving herself open to a more intimate viewing. After the first time one of her brothers paused at her doorway, smiling, she got more and more worked up, slowly starting a gentle masturbation session, her eyes staring at the hallway. She could see Thomas glancing down the hall when he stopped by, and when she was sure that someone was on the lookout, so to speak, she relaxed a bit more and became a lot more open. Turning to face the door directly, she spread her legs as wide as they were when she had been tied up, and continued to play with herself, her body writhing with pleasure. It was intense. And only a little naughty, she had thought as her orgasm rapidly approached. Getting herself off while they took turns watching, while she was supposedly doing her homework, had been rather satisfying, though no substitute for the Friday night games she was looking forward to this evening. Tina got home on Friday, all excited about the evening’s games. Thomas’s scowl and Tim’s nod for her to follow him upstairs made her worry something was wrong. As soon as they got to her room, Tim stood at the door while she entered and tossed her bag on her bed. Not waiting for him to explain, she unbuttoned her top, pausing when he shook his head slightly. “Just, um, wait a second. Dad caught some sort of bug, so they aren’t going anywhere. I mean, you can still be naked and stuff, but, mm, they aren’t going out.” Tina’s heart sank, the disappointment overpowering everything else for a minute. She went and flopped on her bed, letting out an exasperated sigh, pouting a little as she worked to ‘get over it’. She glanced over at her door and noticed Tim had left, no doubt as disappointed as she was. Grabbing her phone, she texted Katie, complaining about the abrupt change of plans. :No game night. Dad sick :( ::Ouch. Poor TT! :Ya. Six ::Least you coming over tomorrow :Ya. That’s good. Laying there and chatting a bit with Katie, Tia began to feel better, eventually stripping off and lying atop her bedclothes. ’At least I can enjoy this,’ she thought, dropping her phone and staring at the ceiling for a while. Wanting to at least enjoy what she could, Tia decided this was another naked dinner night, and when she joined her mother and her brothers for the evening meal, she could at least enjoy her brother’s secretive looks, and her mother’s exasperated eye-roll. Cleaning up was her turn with Tim, and as she loaded the dishwasher, she sighed, thinking about how much better the night could have gotten. Her mother brought a couple of plates into the kitchen, changing up the natural order of things, and Tia was very glad Tim had not even come into the kitchen yet. As it was, Tia’s bent over posture caused her mother to cough nervously as she entered, and Tia privately enjoyed her mother’s discomfort - just glad her mom said nothing, as it was hard to continue to talk about. Later, while everyone watched a movie together and shared a couple bowls of popcorn, she again pushed things, ever so slightly, just to feel ‘something’ close to the excitement she had been looking forward to. Halfway through the movie, she dropped the blanket from around her and rolled onto her stomach, letting the back of her lay exposed while the movie continued. She knew everyone could see her, yet nothing was truly over the top - merely unusual and unorthodox. It did not make up for an evening of Miss Sparrow games, but it at least helped pass the time and make her forget some of her disappointment. Heading over to Katie’s house, Tia dashed off a text to let her know she was on the way. :Almost there. She paused, thinking a moment, and added: :Miss Katie After the last time she stayed at Katie’s, she wanted her best friend to know, for sure, that Tia wanted to play. And since there had been no games last night, she was more than primed for some fun. Just as Tia reached Katie’s door, she heard the chime that indicated a text from Katie. ::In that case, TT She could see the three dots of another message coming in. ::I’m watching. Find a spot where you can see the door and make your slutty TT cum before I will allow you inside for more. Tia flushed, reading Katie’s command, knowing just how much her friend likes to play things on the dangerous side. She looked around for some place at least partially shielded from the driveway and sidewalk, and was moving over to stand next to (but not quite ‘in’) the hedge that bracketed the front porch. Staring at the front door, trusting Katie to be watching, and keeping Carol away, Tia reached down and pressed her hand against herself, rocking her hips a little as she obediently worked herself up. It seemed to only take a second or two before she was twitching against her own hand, her overworked libido raging into a fire of need before she had spent even a minute toying with herself. She could hear a car on the street behind her, and she closed her eyes briefly, touching herself harder, as she worked to get herself into full on submissive mode, willing to do anything Katie asked. Another chime interrupted her self-pleasure. ::Hurry up, TT! God, I thought you were a slut! Flushing, her eagerness to play overcoming what little reluctance the situation was forcing upon her, Tia again leaned into the shrubbery, her hand pushing inside of her shorts and sliding through her wetness to get her fingers wet. Circling her clit, she stared hard at the door, playing with herself, feeling her legs quivering and knees getting a little weak as she felt her orgasm rising within her. Feeling her body losing contact with reality, she pressed harder against herself, her fingers almost pinching her clit as she felt the wave crash over her, just as the front door opened. “There she is. Such a good girl. C’mon in, Tee-tee!” Katie was smiling, obviously enjoying her power over Tia, and it took Tia a couple seconds to regain motor control and pull away from the shrubbery. As Katie closed the door behind them, she came up to Tia, grabbing her hand and looking her in the eye. “You honestly want this, right? Not just like before.” “No, um, Miss Katie.” Tia replied, again underscoring just how much she wanted to play. “Last night was a bust, so...” “Don’t worry, we’ll have a blast, but first...” Katie turned Tia away from her, standing with her arms around her waist. While the two stood still, Katie ran her hands up under Tia’s shirt, pushing it until Tia could feel Katie’s hands on her breasts, squeezing them through her bra. Katie pushed Tia’s bra up and over her hard nipples, not bothering to unhook the strap, cupping each breast and pinching Tia’s nipples in tandem, making Tia’s knees buckle slightly. “God. Such an eager slut. Bet you are drenched from your little show, huh?” Katie added, teasing, leaving Tia’s shirt and bra bunched up over her breasts, Katie’s hand sliding down and pushing Tia’s shorts over her hips, pausing as they stretched, reaching to pop the tightly bound snap before they would slide down further. Katie’s fingers slid through Tia’s pubic hair quickly, finding her wet slit, teasing Tia’s clit and making Tia collapse back against her friend. Just as quickly as she started, Katie pulled her hands away, backing up and leaving Tia half dressed and body tingling. “Let’s go to my room, Tee-Tee. You know the rules.” Tia indeed knew the rules by now, and it did not take long for her to finish removing the clothes Katie had already pushed askew. Like the last time, she handed each piece of her clothing to Katie, watching Katie enjoying her obedient clothing removal. As she climbed the stairs, naked and aroused, she realized she had not even wondered where Carol was. It was as if she trusted Katie completely to take care of such things. A matter of moments later, it seemed, Tia was bound and stretched across the sheets of Katie’s bed, the familiar ropes binding her softly but effectively. Straining against the bindings around her wrists and ankles, Tia enjoyed the feeling of being trapped, her body moving from side to side an inch or so, rubbing against the sheet, her bare skin alive to every sensation. “Someone is happy,” Katie said, sitting down to the side of Tia’s nude form. As she traced a fingernail from Tia’s shoulder, down the side of her breast, across her stomach and circling Tia’s pubic hairline, she continued to lightly tease her bound friend. “Look at how you move when I do this. I’m not doing anything, really, just drawing a line, making sure you know that every single inch of your body is naked and open, available for anything to do anything they like. The long tease was making Tia’s body go crazy, and combined with her earlier masturbation before she was even allowed into the house, she was as primed and ready as ever. “Please,” she said softly, begging. “Oh, please. Please!” Katie responded, still teasing, her fingertips staying away from Tia’s truly erogenous zones for another long minute of titillating tracing. “Katie...” Tia again panted, begging. “Miss Katie to you, my little Tee-Tee.” “Sorry! Miss Katie, please, god I’m so dang wound up!” “Hmmm, wound up? I don’t think that’s how a good little slut should talk? Polite euphemisms are for proper girls. You are not a proper girl, are you?” Katie responded, her voice light as her finger continued to tease, though it inched ever closer to a nipple, or the wet slickness between Tia’s legs. “God, ungh, I’m so horny. I’m so fucking horny!” “There you go, such a good little Tee-Tee. Is this what you want? Hmm?” Katie relented, her fingers suddenly sliding through Tia’s wet labia, pressing firmly against her sex before sliding wetly up to toy with Tia’s clit. “Oh god. Fuck ... yes” Tia swore, her hips pressing up eagerly against her friend’s hand. Bound, unable to get away, forced to only get what pleasure Katie deigned to give her, Tia was in her familiar submissive heaven. “There you go, making me touch your naughty bits. I swear, Tia, you are such a needy pet. If I didn’t love you so much, I’d probably just make you suffer. But I can’t stand to see anybody suffer, no, that would never do. I know you like this,” Katie teased, her fingers curling in and fucking Tia, Katie’s thumb moving up to press Tia’s clit firmly from side to side. “Oh, yes, good little slut, why don’t you cum for Miss Katie. Show her you are nothing but a little cum girl. Don’t worry, you’ll still get a snack. Plenty of it. I know you love that too” Katie’s words and finger motions continued, pushing Tia ever higher, until Tia spasmed in a second delicious orgasm, straining against her ropes and savoring every second of the torturous wave of pleasure. As Tia recovered, she felt Katie move away for a moment, before she crawled onto the bed, her naked lower half straddling Tia’s head as she gave Tia an up close and personal look at her damp blond curls and the warm pinkness that peeked through. As Katie lowered her hips, and Tia began to obediently lick and pleasure her friend, Tia felt the world fade away as her entire world became nothing but the smell of her friends arousal, the taste of her juices dripping into her mouth, and the sounds of Katie’s pleasure as she once again rode her best friend’s face to orgasm. Chapter 19: Katie’s sleepover surprise Katie was standing by the bed, once again fully dressed, her slightly flushed face the only evidence of what had just occurred. “Well, as much as I’d love to keep you there all afternoon and night, I don’t really want you to wet the bed!” she teased, “at least not ‘that’ way!”. Katie began to untie one of Tia’s akles, adding, “Besides, the girls will be here soon.” ‘Girls?” Tia asked, not alarmed as much as surprised. “Sleepover, duh, I told you!” “You did? I thought it was just you and me. Who else is coming? Rhea?” “Yep, and Caitlyn and Jazz.” Katie released Tia’s foot and moved to the otherside to untie Tia’s other foot. Tia moved her leg experimentally, feeling her damp and sticky thighs touch for the first time in a couple hours. “Oh ... good, I mean, I love it when we are all here.” “Yeah, it’s going to be fun, for sure,” Katie said, as if she had something planned that she was not sharing. “Oh? Special movie again?” Tia asked, moving both of her legs around a bit as Katie undid the bindings on her wrists. The ‘special’ movie so long ago had started all of this for Tia, and she wondered if Katie had managed to get her hands on something else racy and R rated. “You’ll see, I don’t want to spoil all my surprises. And pizza of course, Mom is gonna order for us when we are ready.” Tia could finally move her hands, and she stretched for a moment, rubbing her wrists and getting her blood flowing again. She sat up and brushed her hair back, watching Katie for a moment before getting up and grabbing her pile of clothes Katie had brought up when they had come upstairs. Picking up her underwear, she blushed a little, remembering the intense fright she had felt last week when they had unexpectedly run into Katie’s mom. “C’mon, lets go make sure we have enough soda’s and stuff getting cold before they get here” Tia quickly finished dressing, taking a deep breath to finish calming down after her intense session on the bed. She glanced at Katie, blushing a little as she remembered what she had just been doing and hesitated a little. “C’mon, you are going to have to face her eventually, I swear she was ok. Really!” Katie said, leaving the room and giving Tia no further chance to hesitate - unless she decided to stay alone. Knowing that would only bring more questions, Tia followed Katie downstairs into the kitchen, and tried to not look at Carol, Katie’s mom, when she and Katie began discussing the snacks for the evening. She thought she saw Carol smile at her as if trying to reassure her, but she was still too nervous about it all to say anything. She simply concentrated on peering into the refrigerator as if the contents were extremely captivating. “Try to keep it down to a dull roar tonight, ok? Sometimes when you get all together the noise can be heard down the street!” Tia was fairly certain Carol was teasing, and as they both assured her that they would try and keep it down, she finally looked at Carol’s face and smiled, relaxing when everything seemed to be like always - as if she had never dashed naked through the kitchen last week. The girls collected on two couches as they chattered excitedly, catching up on their latest activities as each girl arrived, making a pile of their bags for later. Rhea’s long blonde hair had gotten even longer, it seemed, and as the athletic girl twirled to show off her new style, it was clear she was going to have to do something to keep it out of the way when volleyball started up again. Caitlyn had indeed gotten a new outfit a couple weeks ago at the mall, and she was quick to encourage them all to go back as a group and get everyone something nice. Her dark hair, almost as dark as Tia’s, kept wafting about her face, her recent style framing her face rather than hanging down straight like it had last week. Jasmine, or Jazz as they all called her, was quiet as usual, her dark eyes and dark skin giving her an otherworldly look compared to the rest of them. After a lull in the conversation, Caitlyn brought what had obviously been on her and Rhea’s mind. “So, you see your cousin’s friend from camp again?” “No!” Katie protested, looking at Jazz and Tia as if wanting to hide the discussion from them. “Which friend? Do we know her?” Jasmine asked, her soft voice with it’s lilt always a little surprising to hear. She was often almost completely quiet, intent to listen and go along with the group. “No, well, we don’t know her but we saw her well enough” Rhea said, breaking down into giggles. Tia played along with Katie’s denial “Wha??” “Oh, well, you see.” “Wait, wait, I’ll tell you guys, but you have to swear to not tell anyone else!” Katie said, looking at Jasmine and Tia, though Tia could tell she was not as reluctant as she appeared. Katie explained to Jasmine, and making it look like Tia was also not aware of all of this, that she had met a girl at camp, who had a cousin that was rather wild and crazy - at least when it came to ropes and stuff. She even mentioned the movie that had started Tia’s own curiosity, and weaved a bit of what had really happened with Tia into her story that culminated in her having this ‘cousin’ tied to her bed and showing off to Rhea and Caitlyn on the phone just a couple weeks ago. “No way...” Jasmine said softly into the silence that followed Katie’s explanation. “I know, right?” “But how can she let people do that? How could she let you?” “I told you, she likes it. I’ve read about people like that, you know.” “I dunno, pretty weird,” “Weird, yeah, I could never, I mean, can you imagine?” “I know, I know! God, like how could she even look at you later. And why did you do it? I mean, it’s kinda, you know ... gross!” “I dunno, I was curious to see if it was true I guess. And, well, you saw, I just kept going and she never stopped me so ... soon enough she was naked. It was kinda weird, but, I dunno, I sorta liked tying her up” “Yeah, I bet. I mean, that does sound sort of fun, being in charge and stuff. Maybe with a boy!” The group devolved into giggles and discussions about which boy Caitlyn would want, and then they had to argue about who would be best for each of them. After much teasing and giggling, they once again quieted, each thinking their own thoughts until Caityn again spoke up. “You are so lucky. I mean, yeah it’s weird, but obviously it was fun. Wish I had a cousin like that” Katie looked at Tia and gave her a look. “Yeah, it was a little weird and awkward at first” Katie replied again giving Tia a look. Tia was not sure what Katie was expecting, but she began to get a little nervous idea in the back of her mind. “One of us could do it, you know, just so the others could try it a little!” Katie said after another long lull in the conversation. “No way, I could never!” “Are you nuts? I mean, my god!” “No, not the same, not naked, just ... you know ... I have the ropes still,” Katie said, making it sound less scary, yet still pushing the crazy idea. Tia was certain she knew where Katie was headed with this, and she could already feel herself reacting. “Still, you are crazy! We are not like that! Right?” “No, no way, you’re losing it!” “I could never...” Katie was giving Tia another look, and suddenly she was sure what she was supposed to do. But did she dare? It was too much like her secret fantasy. The one she had barely been able to admit to Katie. And as she remembered that, she realized exactly what Katie was trying to do. “I ... I will let you guys ... if you want. I mean, I trust you and stuff...” “Really? For real?” “Yeah, I mean, it didn’t sound like it hurt or anything, and I mean, I used to play cops and robbers with my brothers growing up, we always tied someone up. Usually Terrence, but sometimes me, it was all part of the game.” “Oh wow, are you sure? I mean, do we dare? What about your mom?” “Oh, it’ll be fine, wecan just go to my room, she won’t bother us until it’s time for pizza, unless we get too noisy!” Just like that, it was settled, and Tia nervously let herself be carried along with the others as the gaggle of girls headed upstairs to Katie’s room. Tia’s eyes went immediately to Katie’s bed, sure that there would be some sign of their earlier escapades, but her blushing quickly abated as she realized Katie must have tidied up when she wasn’t paying attention. As the girls milled around, and Tia stood nervously between the bed and Katie’s desk, they all watched as Katie opened up a drawer and pulled out a small collection of white rope. “Ooooh! Those look...” Rhea said, pausing and reaching out to touch one. “Soft, they are soft, but strong, huh?” Katie nodded, passing the lengths of rope around, letting everyone, including Tia, feel them for a moment. “So, um, how do we wanna do this?” “Hmm, we could start like this, I guess,’’ Katie said, turning to Tia and motioning to her. “Put your hands out ... no, together. Yeah, like that” she said, quickly looping the longer section of rope around each wrist, coming back through the middle and tugging on it like a little leash. “We did this first, I think and ... see, you can lead them,” Katie said, tugging on the rope and gently making Tia follow her towards the bed, the door and then back to where she was. Rhea wanted to try next, and then Caitlyn, though Jasmine demurred, her eyes wide and a slight tinge of pink in her cheeks. “That’s cool. Kinda. How does it feel, Tia?” Rhea asked, looking at the others as they all watched TIa curiously. “S’ok, it doesn’t hurt or anything. Just a little, um, weird.”. “Yeah, kinda. Then what? I mean, let’s do like you did the other girl, you know, on the bed.: “I’m not taking off my clothes you guys!” Tia protested, though the idea was filling her mind and making her rather reckless. “No, no, just, you know, tied up like you are now.” ‘Oh, mmm, ok” Tia said, trying to hide her interest, Katie’s knowing look not helping matters. As she lay atop the covers, in the same spot she had been a couple hours ago, (although she was not naked this time), Tia felt a surge of submissive energy flow through her as she lifted her arms above her head, waiting as Katie adjusted the bindings a bit before tying them off on the headboard. “Oooh, she’s stuck now. Look at that” Caitlyn said, nodding at Tia’s raised arms pulling her shirt up tight across her chest. “Mmmmm ... you wanna do one foot? Just match what I do with this one” Katie said, handing the other short piece of rope to Rhea. “ Jasmine, come on, you can help too!” Jasmine moved closer but did not reach out to any of the ropes, simply watching as Katie took ahold of Tia’s foot and began to loop the rope around her ankle and bottom of her foot in a criss crossing motion, starting with a loop that was released after a couple of rotations, through which Katie slid the end of her rope through, using that to hold the ankle and foot without putting too much pressure on it. “Yeah, that loop is the important part. I watched this video online, it’s, like, much better than just, you know, looping around and around” Katie said, moving over and helping Rhea redo her rope, getting it positioned correctly. “Yep, now, just tie it to the footboard, like this, and voila!” Tia had lain still, letting Katie lead the way, tying her ankles to each corner of the bed frame with the help of Rhea and the others. “Wow. So, she’s stuck, right?” “Yeah ... Try and get free Tia.” Tia pulled on her bounds, lightly but steadily, just to show that she was tied firmly. “Harder, really try for us, and tell us what it feels like!” Tia pulled harder, her muscles obviously straining as she thrashed a little from side to side but was unable to pull herself free, in fact, she did not even budge the bindings at all. “It’s ... I dunno ... Scary, but ... maybe exciting” Tia said, not wanting to admit the truth, not sure she was really ready for everyone to know, even though she was fairly certain Katie was trying to find some way to expose Tia’s secret. “That is so cool though!” “Yeah, like we could do anything, tickle her even!” “No no, please, no, I hate that, you guys promised to be nice and stuff!” “Ok ok ok, but we should do something. DId you do anything else with that girl’s cousin, you know, besides...” ‘Um, she liked to be searched, I guess you could call it. Like this...” Katie said, running her hand up Tia’s leg, over her shorts and up along her side. “I dunno, Tia?” she asked, giving Tia a certain look that Tia knew meant to go along. “Oh, yeah, um, ok, just, please, don’t tickle, promise!” “We promise, we promise!” Caitlyn said, moving over to the other side of the bed and mirroring Katie’s motions. Rhea moved towards the foot of the bed, running her hand up and down Tia’s left leg, nodding for Jasmine to do the same to Tia’s other leg. Tia was quickly shivering in nervous enjoyment as four and then more hands began to run over her body. She worked hard to keep her enjoyment to herself, making only neutral sounding noises of someone playing a role. Her eyes kept drawing back to Katie’s, and when she saw Katie’s small smirk, she was certain that things were not going to stay so platonic. She felt a nervous knot of fear build in her stomach, torn between the desire to see this play out, and the fear that the others, besides Katie, would disapprove, or even think there was something wrong with Tia. She felt Katie’s hand brush against her breast, and as she looked at Katie, she saw that she was looking and staring at Caitlyn, obviously trying to get the other girl to notice. Nothing happened at first, Katie simply continued to bump up against Tia’s left breast, slowly making it a bit more obvious. “Katie?” she heard Rhea ask from the foot of the bed, and she closed her eyes as she imagined them all looking at Katie. When Katie’s hand more firmly rode over half of her breast, she shivered inside, and she knew that Katie was pushing things, eager to see Tia exposed before them all. “Wha? That’s how you search, I think, at least that’s what I did the last time.” “But ... Tia...” “I ‘m sure she will say something if it’s not how the game is supposed to be played, won’t you Tee-ahh” Katie said, teasing out Tia’s name, making her fear she was going to use her pet name in front of the others. Tia opened her eyes, nodding quickly, darting her gaze around the group before closing her eyes again, acting like if she couldn’t see them, that it wasn’t really happening. “See? It’s just part of the game. Getting tied up and searched” Katie said, her hand running over Tia’s shoulder and down across her bra to her stomach, before returning upwards and more firmly pressing against her whole breast. Tia repressed her desire to moan as her nipple hardened under Katie’s touch, her whole body feeling that delicious wave of submissive arousal as she lay there being constantly caressed. Her reluctance to be exposed before her peers, of being found out, was rapidly fading away as she felt the first of the more intimate kind of touching. She began to actively desire them to touch her, to take her clothes off and touch her like Katie or her brothers did, even though a part of her was sure they would not approve. She began to stop caring. The feelings were intense, just from Katie’s touch and the knowledge of them all being there. When a second hand briefly touched her right breast for a second before coming back and sliding over it more firmly, she was unable to stop a small whimper of pleasure. No one said a word as Tia lay there, and she kept her eyes closed, not wanting it to stop, not wanting to see who was doing what. She could feel hands sliding up and down her stomach and chest, sliding over her breasts, over and over, as if they were trying to see if she would stop them. The hands on her legs, at least on one side, slid further and further up her thigh until she was wiggling her hips a little in nervousness. “Oh wow...” she heard Jasmine say, and she could feel the girl’s soft petite hand sliding along her calf and above her knee. Rhea’s hand on her right side was more daring, riding up along her thigh, sending tendrils of sensation into her center. Caitlyn’s hand soon became as confident as Katie’s was, and it was clear after a moment that they were both simply massaging her breasts while she lay tied to the bed. “Probably need to search her everywhere, right?” Tia heard Katie ask rhetorically as a hand was slid down to her waist, tugging on her shirt and pushing it out of the way before the same hand slid across her quivering stomach. “Katieeeeee” she heard Rhea half whisper, and she concentrated on every single touch she was feeling as Katie’s hand drew little designs over her stomach. She felt her shirt moving up as Katie’s hand slid up under it, coming to rest on her bra, giving her nipple a little pinch. “Mmmmmm” she said softly, and it was like it was a signal. The other girls’ hands moved a bit more boldly, and she could feel Caitlyn repeating Katie’s motion and was soon caressing her breast underneath her shirt as well. Tia began to pull against her bonds a little as the pleasure increased, and she felt herself twisting as if to press her breasts into first one hand and then another. Rhea, or possibly Jasmine’s hands on her legs also grew more bolder, and she was constantly reacting to soft touches on her inner thigh, quite near the junction of her legs. She could feel her legs trembling a little as she moved away and back into the touches, and the constant spread apart nature of her confinement continued to make her even more aroused. “Go ahead” she heard Katie say, and Tia opened her eyes to see her and Rhea exchanging a look, and she gasped as Rhea’s hand dug into the space between her hip and her thigh. She felt a flush rushing over her and she bit her lip to keep quiet as she again closed her eyes. “See?” she heard Katie say, and she was not surprised to feel Katie’s hand moving off of her breast and sliding quickly down between her widely spread legs, boldly patting Tia’s tightly stretched shorts. The touch was brief, but it seemed to encourage Rhea, and as she felt Katie and Caitlyn again push up on her shirt, she could feel herself getting quite warm down below. A hand was frequently running along the leg of her shorts, and if the other was not quite as bold, it was definitely stroking her inner thigh ... both of of her thighs feeling the intimate touches now. Tia felt tingles of goosebumps rush up her chest and arms, even making the back of her head tingle as her shirt was pushed further and further upwards, until she knew her bra was completely uncovered. Her nipples were aching, and as she again opened her eyes to take a quick peek, she saw Caitlyn boldly playing with her right breast and nipple, teasing it though her bra. Katie had run her fingers over her soft flesh above the cups before again running her hand down, down over her stomach, and slid it an inch under her shorts. “Mmmmngggh, she said, seeing them turn to look at her, and quickly closing her eyes again. She couldn’t admit what she wanted out loud, but she hoped they would not stop, they would continue, if she just kept her eyes closed and did not protest. “Mmmm, someone likes this I think” Katie said, her hand coming up and pushing against her bra, her fingers boldly finding her nipple and pinching it. Tia moaned and twisted again as she heard Rhea answer “No kidding, I would have never thought...” Tia shivered in anticipation as her shirt was pushed up over her head, blinding her if she had not had her eyes closed already. She could feel both Caitlyn and Katie working the fabric up over her head, sliding it up her bound arms, letting it lie loosely about her wrists. Their hands returned to her nearly nude chest, and it was not long before Katie was pressing on her, turning her onto her side enough to unhook her bra. Tia held her stomach muscles tight, anticipating their touch as she lay back on her back. As the soft fabric was pulled away from her breasts, and pushed up and over her head to join her shirt, she thought she sensed a silence amongst the four of them. “Are you guys, sure? I mean, isn’t this kinda...” she heard Jasmine ask, and she waited for one of the others to speak. A hand on her bare breast, soon joined by another on her other breast was followed by Katie’s reply. “She can stop us anytime she wants. If she doesn’t like it. But it’s kinda obvious she does, right? Like it, I mean” “Yeah, I mean, I kinda want to see, you know, what it’s like to have someone tied up like this,” Caitlyn replied, her hand and fingers not shy at all about touching Tia’s breast or nipple. “Yeah, I mean, look at her...” She heard Rhea add as her hips moved to get away from the ticking touches on her inner thigh, but continued to press back for more. “Here, you try” she heard Katie say, before she heard Katie moving down and Jasmine moving up to stand at her side. A soft touch on her stomach was enough to confirm that Jasmine had replaced Katie, and Katie’s rather bold hand on her thigh was quite obvious. Especially as it claimed her sex with a firm pat before rubbing the seam of her shorts like a boy rubbing his prick. “OH mmmmm” she gasped, bucking up a little against Katie’s hand, and she was not surprised when the snap of her shorts was undone and pulled open. “Gotta make sure she’s not hiding anything” Katie said, teasing her, before a second hand was fighting for access and it was clear Rhea was reaching in and going to discover just how wet Tia was getting. “Oh god, she’s ... i mean ... she’s really wet. I mean ... Really!” Rhea said, her words shaming and arousing Tia, making her continue to silently beg for more. “Wait a minute ... hold her still. Rhea. See that mole right there?” Tia froze in place as everyone’s hands stopped moving. She had a tiny mole just under and to the side of her right breast. “Hmmm ... I think Katie was not telling the truth. There was no cousin of a friend from camp, was there?” “What do you mean?” Jasmine said, obviously not aware of all that had gone on. “Couple weeks ago, Katie was all cool and proud showing off her friend’s cousin that loved to be tied up, even showing us on the phone. But there wasn’t a cousin, was there?” “No...” “I thought so. So that means, someone not only likes to be tied up, they want to be naked. Completely and utterly naked.” As soon as Caitlyn said that, Tia could feel Rhea undoing her ankle, barely holding it for a second before two sets of hands were on her shorts, pulling them, and her damp panties down to collect around her left ankle. As quick as that, she was naked and aroused in front of all four of her friends, and as her ankle was again bound to the corner of the bed, Tia felt her submissive arousal washing over her. “So, Tia, tell us why you guys lied, hmm?” Rhea asked, her hand running up Tia’s thigh, straight for her now exposed sex. “I call her Tee-Tee when she wants to play.” “Tee-Tee huh? Tee-Tee?” ‘Yes ... mmm Miss Rhea” “Oh god, Miss Rhea? She calls you Miss Katie I assume? Oh god, I’ve read about this.” Tia was beyond aroused now, her embarrassment was exquisite. The light touches on her skin were exactly what she needed to keep her excitement at a high pitch. “I kinda wondered if you did more than tie her up though, looking at how wet she looked like on the phone, I can see she’s just as wet right now. I bet if I did this...” Tia gasped, moaning freely as she felt a finger slide along her soaked slit. Her hips thrust up briefly before collapsing back onto the bed. “Oh wow, she likes that? Fuck? I dunno if I’d want anyone to touch me like that, much less, you know...” Jasmine’s voice sounded a bit shocked as well as a tiny bit judgemental, though Tia was past caring at this point. “Yes, she does, don’t you Tee-Tee?” “God ... don’t make me...” Tia moaned, her arousal driving her mad with need. “Mmmmm, tell us...” Katie said, accompanying her words with a brief, intense thrum of Tia’s clit. “ ... Katie...” “Tell us...” Katie repeated, again pressing against Tia’s clit just long enough for her to begin to enjoy it, before pulling her thumb and fingers away again. “I ... I...” “Go on ... you know you really want to. She really is a bit of a ... well ... she’ll tell you I bet...” “I ... I want to cum ... please...” Tia finally gasped, her eyes open and pleading, the shame filling her face before she again shut her eyes. “You do hmm? Why is that I wonder ... hmmm?” “I ... god Katie ... fuck you ... I ... I’m a slut. OK? Happy? I want to cum ... bad ... and I’m a slut ... a slut slut slut slut slut!” Tia didn’t care if she stunned her friends, her arousal and need was growing with every passing second. The long silence after her outburst made it clear she had definitely stunned, if not shocked, them all. Katie’s fingers began to move in a familiar way, urging Tia onward, coaxing her to cum in front of them all. As Tia writhed and pushed back against Katie’s fingers, she pulled on her hands, aching to be able to touch herself and bring herself over the edge. “Oh god, oh god, oh god’ she panted, and she heard them begin to talk again, their voices tumbling over each other, as she felt her orgasm near. “How can she do that? I’d just ... die!” “Should we really be doing this, i don’t think, I mean” “God that looks -- nasty. What a -- yeah, what she said, a slut! She fucking loves it!” The words washed over her, making her submissive, exhibitionist driven arousal ramp up even more. As she pressed up against Katie’s fingers, she felt the wave begin to crash over her, and for a while, all she could think about was the exquisite pleasure exploding outward from her cunt to the rest of her body. “You are so bad, keeping this a secret, you should have told us!” Rhea sounded almost upset. “I know, but, wasn’t this better, hmm? I mean ... look at her...” “I guess I mean. I still can’t believe it, you know. Tia??” Caitlyn was siding a little with Rhea, though neither of them seemed all that upset, not really. Mostly that they had been kept in the dark. “It’s always the quiet ones, right?” Jasmine added, blushing when everyone looked at her, surprised she had said anything. “What now?” You gonna leave her like that all night? Won’t your mom know something’s up?” Caitlyn asked, sounding eager to keep Tia tied up and spread wide. Her hand reached down a little and lightly played with Tia’s hard nipple, idly toying with the bound girl’s breast while they continued to talk over her. “We can. I mean, she loves all of this, I’m sure Tee-Tee won’t mind, will you?” Katie said, her fingers sliding back between Tia’s legs and lightly stroking her damp slit, her body still recovering from her public orgasm. Tia shook her head, closing her eyes as she saw all four of them watching her as she lay stretched and bound, her naked body completely in their power. “See?” “Yeah, I mean, wow.” Tia heard Rhea say, and another hand made its way up her leg on Rhea’s side, displacing Katie’s hand between her legs. “Besides, Mom already caught her naked. Last week!” “What? Holy shit!” Tia groaned, moving lightly against Rhea’s hand as her and Caitlyn continued to play with her body while Katie explained what had happened earlier. How Tia had gotten completely naked in the backyard, supposedly not caring if any of the neighbors saw her acting like a slut (not true not true! She wanted to answer, though she let her friend tell it the way she wanted). When she explained how Carol had come home unexpectedly Tia remembered the fear (and the excitement) and she felt herself press hard against their touches as she continued to be toyed with. “God, and she’s still, you know, doing this? I would have just died and run home, never come back, that’s for sure” “I know. I know. Sometimes I wonder...” Tia heard Katie’s voice trail off and she opened her eyes again, seeing them all sort of looking at each other, silently communicating something she had obviously missed.

Totally Embarrassed The day started out perfectly. I was going with the other girls in my school to an afternoon Beach party. The senior class was throwing a big cookout on the beach to raise money for our school prom coming up in about a month. I was part of one of the clubs responsible for buying the food and refreshments. We had to be at the beach by 10:00 in the morning to get things setup and ready. The party would start at noon and last till late in the evening. In fact they were going to have a small barn fire as soon as it got dark. I knew it was going to be a great day of fun and I couldn't wait for it to start. I put on my nicest bikini, which by the way was a very sexy Tee-Back which my parents didn't know I owned. I then slipped on a cute small sun dress and left so I would get to the beach right at 10:00. When I got there many of the other girls were already setting up the food area and I jumped right in and gave them a hand. By 11:00 it was so hot we all took off everything we had on covering our bikini's and we continued to get things ready for the kids that would be showing up in about an hour. It was then one of the girls pulled out a special large cooler loaded with ice and we all laughed when we saw what else was in it, ice cold beer. The girl made us promise not to give any of it out and it was only for us to drink. She didn't want to get into trouble for bringing it here since we were all underage for drinking. Her older brother bought it for her and she had us all chip in for the cost of the beer and to give her brother a small tip. We all popped a can and started drinking as we finished getting things ready. It was extremely hot and we had to splash in the ocean to keep from getting overheated. It also caused us to drink a lot of fluids. We had many different drinks to choose from, but for some reason, I kept popping can after can of ice cold beer. It really did taste great in the hot sun. Once all the students arrived, we were busy for hours selling cokes, hot dogs and hamburgers. I don't know how many beers I put down, I seemed to always have one hidden behind the counter somewhere. We had a great time selling the food and drink and around 4:00 in the afternoon, I was finally relieved and could now enjoy the party like the rest of the kids had been doing. Everyone was really having a great time. There was volleyball and badminton and there was a loud stereo piping out the hottest music for all of us to dance to. Me and two other girls were fairly tired from working so hard over the last five or six hours. We got a few lawn chairs, found a semi quiet spot and laid back and enjoyed the afternoon sun. It was now just perfect with the cool breeze blowing and with my body laying flat on the lawn chair. I took a couple cans of beer with me hidden under my rolled up dress. I drank very quickly so I wouldn't be caught with them then hid the cans under my rolled up dress. I soon fell into a well deserved nap. I had worked hard and the beer really now caught up with me as I laid there sleeping it all off. I don't know really how long I was out, but the other two girls had got up and left after about 30 minutes in the hot sun. I was now there by myself and I was zonked out really good. The many beers I drank had caught up with me and I barely moved a muscle as I slept it off as they say. A group of guys I knew came up and started to play Frisbee right in front of me and it didn't disturb me in any way or fashion. Again I didn't move a muscle as the guys yelled and screamed. A couple guys noticed me sunning and they came over to say hi. I didn't respond or say a word back to them. Suddenly one of them pulled out his small digital camera and told his friend to pose next to me. It was all in fun and the guy made funny faces as he kneeled next to my chair and his friend took some innocent pictures. All the guys started laughing and soon all the guys that were playing frisbee stopped and stood right beside me. Then the boy kneeling next to me shook me a little to wake me up so they could make fun of me laying there while they were taking pictures. I didn't budge even an inch, even after the boy shook my shoulder twice. He then just hammed it up for the camera, put his arm around my shoulder and smiled for the camera. Again more pictures were snapped and it was all still in innocent fun because the guys knew me well from classes that we were both in. The guy kneeling next to me really thought I was fooling around so he put his hand on my leg and slowly moved it higher. He was waiting for me to jump up and move his hand. Suddenly his hand was right at the bottom of my suit and I still had not even flinched. All the boys looked at each other and then one boldly moved his hand up to my crotch. It was now resting on my small bikini bottom, right where my pussy would be. The boys stared at my face hard, but again I didn't put up any resistance and I didn't even change facial expression. The guy with the camera had to snap a few pictures of his friends touching me the way they were. Then the boys swapped places and more pictures were taken. The new boy spoke my name out once or twice and shook my shoulders again seeing if I would stir or wake up. I didn't. He then moved his hand to my small bottoms again and posed for a couple more pictures. This is where everything went bad. I suppose the guy touching me just got carried away but one of his fingers slid under the side of my suit and the atmosphere quickly turned sexual. Four or five pictures were taken then the boy laughed and looked me right in the face. Then with his one finger still lodged just under the side of my bottoms, he lifted up with his finger and pulled the flimsy material towards the side of my leg. In an instant the suit gave way and the entire bottom of my suit was pulled toward my left leg. There in plain sight was my half shaved pussy. Both boys couldn't stop staring as they gazed down on my exposed cunt. They loved the fact that I was shaved from the top of my crack down. I loved that look myself and it always turned me on to see my half shaved pussy in the mirror. I had never intended anyone else to see me that way, now these lucky guys that were in a couple of my classes knew my very personal secret. Suddenly the guys really started to snap pictures of me like that and they swapped places a couple times to get pictures of themselves touching my hot shaved pussy. My legs were semi together and I was still sleeping it off when one of the boys grabbed my closest leg and lifted it a little as he pulled it towards him. The effect was immediate. My pussy lips were pulled apart and the hot sun beating down on my body made my pussy really get wet. Both guys could see the moisture between my lips and it was then the boy with the camera came up and pulled my other leg out the same way the first boy had just done. My legs were now 18 inches apart or so. Both my feet were on the very edge of the chair and the two boys went crazy with the camera taking pictures and posing with me. I don't know how long they stayed there or how many pictures they took, but they finally agreed they had better leave before they got caught. One of the boys started to pull my suit back over but stopped when his friend told me to leave me like I was. At first the one boy was shocked, but then he thought about it, laughed, and said why not. They both looked one last time at my body and left. I was still in the super sexy pose they had put me in with nothing covering my shaved pussy at all. My suit was completely pulled to the side and all my charms were there for anyone who passed by to see. The party was still going on very strong but luckily nobody had walked down the beach where my chair was located. That is until about ten minutes after all the boys left. They had told a couple of their friends to walk down my way and they would get a huge surprise. When they got within a few feet of me, their eyes popped out of their head. The entire party was now about to change. The word passed from guy to guy and three or four at a time they would come down and stand at my feet and stare up at my very sexy and naked pussy. For 30 minutes or more I was on show for every guy that showed up at the party. Of course none of them told their girlfriends or any other girl for that matter. Many of them ran back to their blankets and came back with their own digital cameras. I was still enjoying my drunken sleep and the sun was just about ready to set. It was then the two girls that had laid out in the sun with me over an hour ago came looking for me. The guys that were around me at the time all disappeared when they saw the girls walking my way. When they got to me, they gasped as they saw my condition. They yelled my name out once or twice but again I didn't really move. They moved next to me and one of the girls had the courage to pull my bottoms back into place. They then talked it over and decided to wake me up to see what was going on. It took them a few very hard pushes to get me out of my very deep sleep. Once I woke up I was a little messed up from the drinking and the girls could tell that immediately. They looked at each other and shook their heads no. They decided not to tell me at this time but they did get me up from the chair and they escorted back up to where the main party was. I slowly came around and every guy there kept his eye on me for the rest of the party. The two girls never spoke up to me about how they found me and by the end of the party I felt good enough to drive myself home. I never knew anything about what took place that day, but everyone else in our school did. It was now the hottest gossip subject going. It was that very night the first of many pictures were shown around by one of the boys who had taken most the snap shots of me both by myself and with the other guys in the pictures. It was now Sunday and the news of the pictures took off like wildfire. I was sitting at home dumb and happy on Sunday while the rest of my classmates were having a field day with all the pictures the boy was showing to everyone. Of course no pictures with guys in them were shown to any females, only pictures of me completely by myself and with my legs spread wide open. It would be Monday morning that my life would change. I went to school and everyone was laughing and talking quietly behind my back. Even my closest girlfriends were sort of staying away from me. I tried to find out what was happening but nobody had the nerve to actually tell me. It wasn't till I got home and checked my email did I find out about the things that happened while I was in my partially drunken stupor. It was around 8:00pm Monday night when I heard my computer buzz with that familiar sound that meant I had email. I went to check on who sent me email and the username was one I had never seen before. I went ahead and opened it and read the email over quickly. The email was from a close friend who made up a fake email account so I wouldn't know who it was. The email went on to tell me many things happened at the cookout that I might not have known about. The person went on to tell me the events were being talked about by everyone at school and to top it off, one guy was showing off pictures he had taken. I had no way of knowing what the person was talking about. The very last line told me to review the pictures attached and I would understand everything. I still had not clicked on any of the six attached pictures. I read the email over one more time and tried to figure out who it could be from or what might have happened that was so news worthy at the cookout. I then sat back and clicked on the first picture, when I did I just about fell out of my chair. There I was, completely laid back in the lawn chair and my tiny bathing suit was pushed to one side. I couldn't breath as I looked the picture over. My partially shaved pussy was right there and I could see the wet moisture gathering all around my pussy lips. I yelled out loud "PLEASE DON'T LET THIS BE HAPPENING"! I somehow managed to close that picture and open up the next one. It was from a much lower angle and showed my ass and pussy perfectly. My face was still right there and again all of my pussy was completely on view. I started to cry as I opened up the next four pictures. Each one was from a different angle and I could tell I was asleep. I then totally lost it. I cried so hard I couldn't see straight. I cussed that stupid swim suit as I started to remember all the kids today in school whispering behind my back and laughing as I walked by. It struck me like a stone in the head, they ALL had viewed these pictures. I wanted to roll up in a ball and never come out of my room. It was probably the worse thing in my life to ever happen to me. For most the night I looked at the pictures and cried and examined my swim suit and could see now how if one side slid over, it would not slide back very easily. I really thought it was a suit malfunction, not something somebody purposely did. I was so very mad at myself and my bikini and I knew I was now the laughing stock of the school. When I finally got myself back under control, I sent a reply email back to the person who was good enough to let me know what was happening. I was so scared to death and needed more information about who might have the pictures, where they were, etc. I didn't get a return email from the person till around midnight. I was laying in bed with the lights off but I couldn't fall to sleep. Then my email sound went off on my computer and I rushed out of bed to see who it was from. I was happy when I first saw it was from the same person, but what they said in the email made me go cold deep down inside. I was told just about every guy at the party came down to stare at me and this went on for close to an hour or maybe more. I was then told they saw over 50 pictures of me so far, and the boy was showing them to everyone that wanted to see them. Finally I dropped everything and fell on the bed and couldn't move. I knew my life at the school was over. I could never go back there, but what would I tell my parents. They would never let me just quit school. I was so lost and embarrassed by what I found out tonight, I really didn't have a clue to what I should do. It was the longest night of my life. I had not stayed up all night since I was 12 or 13 years old. Tonight I didn't close my eyes once, I couldn't. I was too scared thinking about going back to face the kids at my school. The next day I faked being sick and stayed home, but I knew I couldn't keep that up very long with my parents. I had to find a way out, but nothing I thought of would work. Then around three in the afternoon, right after school got out, my phone rang. It was guys from my school. They all talked a few minutes then asked me out to the movies. I wanted to die just thinking of them looking at the pictures of me showing my wet shaved pussy. I turned them all down then finally didn't answer the phone anymore. But my mom and dad would be home from work in a little over an hour, they would call me to the phone and I knew I would have to talk with more guys. I was in a bad predicament and I knew it. My eyes stayed filled with tears and I talked to at least five different guys from our school. Some of them were very good friends that I would usually have accepted a date from, but not now, not after knowing they were calling because they had looked at the pictures of me and my malfunctioning suit. I was sitting on my bed with tears again filling my eyes when I heard a noise out front. When I looked out my window I saw it was my mom's car pulling up into the driveway. I needed help and wanted to go to her, but how could I? I was really in bad trouble and I had just about decided to tell her, but then the phone rang again and I did not want to answer it. I knew I had no choice, if I didn't answer it, my mother would, so I picked up the receiver to find out who it was. Luckily it turned out to be one of my two girlfriends that had laid out with me on the beach. We started talking and finally Karen told me she had learned of the pictures going around and wanted to tell me the entire story. I listened as she told me how the girls had left me about 35 minutes after we laid down. Then they returned about 65 minutes later to see me asleep with the bottom of my bikini pulled to one side. It was then I found out it Karen who pulled my suit back down into place then woke me up. She told me she felt so sorry for me and she too thought the suit had moved all by itself. I didn't know that only a handfull of boys knew the real truth, and they would never let anyone know they were the cause of my entire horrible ordeal I was now having to go thru. I decided to let Karen be my shoulder to cry on. I told her about the email and the six pictures I got from an unknown person. It took Karen a minute or two before she finally came clean and told me it was her that sent the email. She felt so sorry for me that she wanted me to know what was going on behind my back. I started to really cry loud but at the same time I thanked Karen for being such a good friend. Karen told me she would be right over and once I hung up the phone, I just couldn't stop the tears from running out of my eyes. Karen got to my house about 30 minutes later. We went to my room and she was the perfect friend to help me thru my ordeal. I finally asked her to help me somehow get out of this terrible situation and I also asked her what she would do if it was her in my shoes. Karen thought about it hard then said the very first thing I had to do was stop the pictures from being shown all around. I didn't know how really bad that was but Karen came out with more information about the guy who was causing me most the harm. Karen told me she heard thru the grapevine he had 60 or 70 pictures of me and some of them might have had other students in them posing with me. I couldn't believe he would have taken that many pictures and my mind didn't want to believe some other guy would have that many nasty pictures of me. Karen told me my first move had to be to get the guy to stop showing the pictures. She didn't know how I could do that, but as long as the pictures were being shown around to our classmates, the longer it would take for people to forget about it. I knew Karen was right and it was then I asked for the boys name. When Karen told me it was Tony, I couldn't believe it. Tony was in one of my classes and we were fairly good friends. I would have never guessed it to be him. We chatted for another hour before Karen said she had to get home. The rest of the night I laid on my bed and thought about everything we had talked about. Karen now was my best friend. I knew how hard it was for her to tell me but she didn't shy away from it. Friends like her were hard to come by, and I would never forget what she did for me, NEVER! The next day I had to go to school and it would have been just about impossible if not for Karen. She came to my house and we drove to school together. She kept telling me it would be ok and she would help me get thru each day. When we arrived at the school's parking lot, Karen told me she was going to set up a meeting with Tony for lunch time. I was so afraid to see any of my friends in person, I knew they all had probably looked at the pictures of me. My first few classes were pure hell. I knew everyone was staring at me and it made me want to jump up from my seat and run back home as quickly as I could. Somehow I made it thru the morning, but right as the lunch bell sounded, I looked out the door and there was Karen and Tony. Karen had sort of a frown on her face, but Tony had a huge grin and was talking to another couple guys that were walking by them. I came out and Karen pushed Tony towards me. She then excused herself and told me she would meet me in the cafeteria after our little chat was done. We walked away from the crowd and I was so embarrassed I could hardly utter a word. I finally started talking about the day of the party and how I was a little drunk. I then told Tony I knew he had some pictures of me and I wanted to get them back. It surprised me when Tony started laughing and told me 'NO WAY'. He didn't break the law, he didn't do anything wrong, he was just in the right place at the right time. He told me right to my face they were his pictures and he would do with them as he please. The tone in Tony's voice really caught me off guard. I had never seen this side of him before, he was a different guy totally. I didn't know he was the most popular guy on campus right now. Everyone wanted to see the pictures and even the girls had started hanging around with him just so they might get to view his large PHOTOALBUM full of naked pictures of me on the beach. It was then Tony asked if I had an email account and he would continue this conversation thru email. He had to leave for a dental appointment, but he would email me tonight. I wrote my address down on a piece of paper and handed it to him without saying a word. He just wasn't the same guy I had known for the last two years. As he walked away I couldn't believe how rude he had just been. I stood there for a couple minutes just dumbfounded with the results of our short conversation. Karen found me a little while later and I told her the talk didn't go very good. But I also let her know we were going to talk more later tonight. I didn't mention it would be by email so Karen assumed I was meeting up with Tony later on tonight. She told me not to take NO for an answer. She reminded me if I wanted all this to stop, I had to get those pictures back. She was 100% right and I knew it. That would be my main focus now, I wanted those pictures destroyed as soon as possible. That night I waited forever for an email that never came. I didn't fall to sleep till after midnight, and still no email. I woke up the next morning and there in my mailbox was the email I had waited all night for. It was from Tony and it was a rather long email. I started reading and my hopes got smashed quickly that I might be able to get the photo's back. I was really under the impression there wasn't that many photo's and that they all showed me mainly laying there by myself. That was bad enough, but Tony was now so proud of himself, he didn't even try to hide the fact he had around 70 pictures of me. He told me very boldly that the pictures were his and he would show Them and use them as he pleased. Then he really had some nerve when he told me to click on a small icon that was inserted into the email. His last words were, "hope you enjoy". I clicked on the email and it took me to a small free site where you could make up your own web sites. The large title that popped up on my screen scared me to death, "BEACH SHOWOFF"! It had a little warning about being over 18 to look at this site, once I hit the button that said I was, I was at a page with 20 small icon pictures of me. Any icon I clicked on and the screen would suddenly fill with the large blowup of the icon. I looked down and saw there was four more pages like this. At 20 pictures per page, that was about 80 pictures. The first page was mainly pictures I knew about, me there by myself. But when I went to the second page, it had guys lined up all around me and they were high fiving each other, pretending to touch me and kiss me, it really made me sick to my stomach. Then suddenly it hit me, "THESE ARE ON THE INTERNET AND ANYONE CAN SEE THEM!" I jumped up and started to go into a small hysterical bout of crying. How could he do this to me. What had I done to him? I quickly opened my email program and begged Tony to get the pictures off the internet. I was now completely in a panic mode and had no one to turn to. I should have been getting ready for school, but instead I was clicking on each picture one at a time to see what was up on this free site. I couldn't believe it had come this far in so little time. I was so scared my hands were shaking. I wasn't going to tell my mom, but I wasn't going to school today, I couldn't. I heard my mom yell up she was leaving for work and I didn't say a word. I watched her pull out of our driveway then I laid back on my bed and cried till I couldn't cry anymore. It was about an hour later I got an email, it was from TONY! He too was skipping school today and he again told me the pictures belonged to him, and he would do with them as he please. I sent an email back to him begging to meet up with me to talk about the pictures. When I got the reply, it told me to come over to his house today, he would be home all day long. He gave me the address in the email and I got dressed as fast as I could and drove as quickly as I could to his home. For some strange reason I didn't even hesitate to get out of my car and go knock on the door. The only thing running thru my mind was getting those pictures off the internet and getting them away from Tony. I was set on that mission, and it gave me a little courage I didn't know I had in me. Tony answered the door and when he saw it was me, he had a huge grin on his face. He invited me in and we sat in the living and started talking about the pictures. As hard as I tried, Tony wasn't interested in giving the pictures up. In fact, he surprised me when he said he was putting more pictures online, some I had not seen yet. I didn't know another guy who had taken pictures that day was swapping photo's with Tony. The other guy would soon have all my pictures also. But Tony never mentioned him, just the new pictures I had not seen yet. I started to break down right in front of Tony and begged him to stop. He was ruining my life and I had not done a thing to him. Tony couldn't take that big grin off his face as he told me it was all my fault for falling to sleep and allowing my swimsuit to do what it did. He had already heard thru the grapevine that I was blaming it on the suit, not on him or the other guys that were responsible for moving my suit into the position it was. I knew it was now useless and my head dropped into my hands and I had a very noisy cry with Tony sitting right next to me. It wasn't planned or anything, I just couldn't stop myself from crying. Then without even knowing what I said, I told Tony I would do anything for him to get my pictures back. Even though I didn't know what I had just said, Tony picked up on it immediately. I heard him ask me if I would really do anything to get the pictures back, and my head shook up and down as I cried in total frustration. Tony then moved closer and I felt his arm going around my shoulder. It was when I heard him tell me we could probably work out a deal that my head lifted up and some of the tears finally started to dry up. It still had not struck home what was going on. Tony pulled my head up and asked me if I'd like to have all the pictures back, AND have the website pulled down and never put back up. A very thin smile came to my face and I shook my head up and down. Tony then moved his hands to my face and pulled my head towards his. Before I knew what was going on, he was kissing me. It totally stunned me and I didn't move. Then I felt his hands on the buttons of my shirt and I jerked back. I looked up and him with a total look of surprise and asked him what the hell he was doing. He again grinned and said he would be doing ANYTHING he wanted to me for the next week or maybe two! My mind raced till I finally figured it out. He wanted SEX in return for the pictures. I stood up and told him he was a stupid idiot if he thought he would ever touch my body. I started to get up and leave when he told me I better come look at the new pictures. I walked over near his computer as he pushed a few keys then I saw the pictures slowly pop up on his screen. They were of guys pretending to play with my pussy and a couple actually looked like two different guys were playing with my boobs while a third was sliding his finger thru my wet pussy lips. These pictures were so much different then the other ones. These pictures were very sexual in nature. I could sort of tell they were faked and the guys were not really touching me, but just the look of the pictures had my stomach in knots and I definitely didn't want these pictures to get out. I looked at Tony and pleaded with him to stop all this. His words again made my entire body shake with fear. He told me I could stop it all, I could have all the pictures, only it would cost me one week of pleasing him however he wanted. I again looked at him with fire in my eyes and told him he was blackmailing me. When he laughed and said 'YOU BET I AM', it totally took me by surprise. He was doing all this on purpose. He then sat down at the computer and started messing with the pictures. I asked him what he was doing and he was very up front in telling me he was uploading the 20 or so new pictures to his free website. I watched as a few of the pictures started to upload to the site and I realized right then I didn't want this to go any further. I wanted it over now and forever. I looked down at Tony and he was staring me right in the face. I finally sort of gave in and asked Tony what he wanted from me in order for him to remove the pictures from the internet and give me all the pictures back that he had. A huge smile went up on Tony's face and he had no problems telling me I was to be at his call and beckoning for the next 7 days. I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but once I asked Tony quickly told me. I was about to his sexual toy for a week. Take it or leave it. If I didn't like it, I could show my way out of his house. It was now all up to me. It wasn't like I really had a choice in the matter and I knew it. I watched a few more pictures upload to his site and then he opened up his email account and I saw the addresses of 30 or so people from our school. I then saw him start typing and when he told them to check out his new site and typed in the address of the website that had my pictures on it, well, I completely folded. I quickly told him not to send the message and I would agree to his demands only if he took everything off the site right now and promised to give me all the pictures he had of me when the week was over. He started to shake his head yes but first said he had to test me to make sure I wasn't trying to pull one over on him. He got up, grabbed my hand and guided me to his bedroom. He pushed me back on the bed and I suddenly knew what his test was going to be. I started to beg him not to do this to me, but his hands were on the buttons of my shirt and all I dared do was cry and continue to beg him to stop. It took about three minutes then only my bra and knickers were still on me. I was sobbing and trying to talk Tony out of this. Then he popped the clasp on my bra and for the first time I was topless in front of another guy. I saw Tony's hands headed for my undies and I moved back away from him shaking my head no. Tony stood up and told me I could get dressed. He had thought I wouldn't go thru with it. He told me he was going out to finish up his email. It was allow him to have his way with me or let my life continue to be ruined for many years to come. I didn't want either but I was forced to make up my mind. I ended up telling Tony I was sorry and I wouldn't stop him again. I was shaking and so worried about what was going on right now in Tony's room. Tony again moved to the bed and his hands found my undies and slowly peeled them down from hips. Instantly I was completely nude in a guys room. Tony pushed back on my shoulders and I was now completely laying down on his bed. I heard him tell me to relax as he started to kiss me and I jerked very suddenly when his fingertips found my bare pussy. Tony had his lips buried on mine and his fingers worked their way slowly down my shaved pussy lips. Instantly his finders were coated with my own slippery juices. I was so nervous about being here nude, and another boy touching me that my body just freaked out on me. My pussy was covered in less then 30 seconds with loads of my hot slippery juices. Then I felt the first finger other then mine to push up inside of me. I couldn't move the feeling was so intense. I closed my eyes as Tony finger fucked me and kissed my totally naked body. I then felt him move around and his body was soon on top of mine. I started to panic and my eyes flew open and I saw Tony's face right up against mine as he was kissing me and fumbling with his hands down below. I suddenly realized he was getting ready to fuck me. Was this the way I wanted to loose my virginity, to a guy that was blackmailing me. I again started to shake my head no and Tony felt it immediately. He pulled back some and told me if he moved away, he would not listen to my pleas again. It was now or never as far as he was concerned. I didn't want this to happen, but I knew it was my only way out. I made Tony promise me he would be gentle and that he would remove the pictures from the website once he was done. I also got a commitment out of him that in seven days, everything would completely stop. I would get all the pictures and he would never talk about it again. I looked up and Tony just kept shaking his head YES in agreement. I finally closed my eyes tightly and said "OK, it's a deal, do what you want!" When I came over to Tony's today, it was to get him to stop showing my pictures and take everything off the internet. I knew I was successful, but the cost was tremendously high. I have had many boyfriends but never found the one I wanted to go all the way with. I was in my senior year of school and was still a virgin, I was trying to save it for my husband to be, whenever that time came around. I now knew I would be giving it to a creep of a guy who was blackmailing me and knew he was going to win no matter what my choice would be. I choose the only path that would let me live a semi-normal life. At least these pictures would disappear and in a year everyone would have mainly forgotten all about it. While I was thinking about all this, I felt the press of Tony's dick as he moved it up and down my wet pussy looking for the correct position to enter me. Then I felt the stiff hot dick as Tony pushed forward and his dick slipped up inside my pussy about an inch. I already felt full and he was barely in me. I spoke up and told him to go slowly and be gentle. He had no way of knowing I was a virgin at my age. Tony sort of laughed then just said the word 'RIGHT'. He pulled out and slipped a little more of his dick inside of me and then he hit my barrier and I jerked rather hard under him. He pulled out and pushed inside me twice more but he couldn't get his dick to go any further up inside of me. Each time he hit my barrier I jerked and made a funny grunting noise. It hurt quite a bit. Tony was so dumb, he didn't know what it was so he just pulled all the way out of me then let his entire body weight press down into me in one hard push. That definitely did the trick. His stiff cock pushed thru my hymen and he buried his five inch cock completely up inside of me. He didn't stop entering me until his balls were slapping up against my ass cheeks. My mind went into spasms it hurt so bad. I sort of tensed up and screamed for Tony to stop fucking me. For about five seconds he did, then he slowly pulled out and then pushed back in. It still hurt but not near as bad as it did a few seconds ago. With each slow push, the pain got less and then I felt Tony really sliding his cock deep inside of me. I felt Tony's hand drop to my pussy and I didn't know what he was doing. My eyes were closed tightly and I was barely able to lay there and let him fuck me. Then his finger found my wet pussy and he explored for the little nub he knew was somewhere around the top of my pussy. When his finger first touched it, a thousand shocks of electricity flew thru my body. I didn't know I would be so sensitive while being fucked. For the next 30 seconds, Tony rubbed my wet slippery clit as his dick slowly fucked up inside of me. I wasn't thinking clearly at all now because I was about to tell Tony to pull out of me so I wouldn't get pregnant. Instead with my eyes closed my mind started to react to the enormous stimulation my young body was getting and soon my hips were moving up and down in unison with Tony's pistoning dick. It was so nasty, so erotic, so forced. I couldn't help myself as my body started to shake and then instantly I knew what was about to happen. I told myself NO but I couldn't stop it. The orgasm grew in my stomach and never stopped as my body shook and my pussy felt so full of Tony's warm hard dick. I started shaking my head and moaning as I came and then about ten seconds into my orgasm Tony pushed his dick up inside me hard and never pulled it back out. I was in my own little fantasy land as my orgasm with a guy's dick inside of me was taking place. I suddenly realized Tony was pushed up inside of me as far as he could get then I felt it, the added wetness running down the inside of my legs. My eyes popped open and I yelled out for Tony to pull out of me. It was way too late by then. I went limp and knew that my body was full of Tony's thick gooey sperm. Everything from the time I stepped into Tony's house has gone his way. Now not only did I loose my virginity to Tony, there was every possible chance he could have gotten me pregnant. I was now so defeated I just laid there limp and started sobbing. I realized I wasn't a virgin anymore and it all just overwhelmed me. I didn't move for a couple minutes and Tony laid there on top of me enjoying the sensation of his dick buried to the hilt inside of me. He had not even planned for this, but it was far more then he could have ever bargained or hoped for. Tony finally pulled out of me and when he looked down, he realized this was my first time. That about floored him as he instantly knew I had given my cherry up to him. Talk about being lucky! Tony let me go into his bathroom where I spent about 10 minutes cleaning up and crying lightly to myself. When I came out Tony was at his computer and he called me over so I could watch him remove all the pictures from the free website. He told me that for the next week, I had to be at his call. Anytime he wanted it, I had to put out. But in return, he wouldn't reload the website, he wouldn't show anyone else my pictures, and at the end of seven days, I would get every picture he owned of me. I could barely talk. All I did was shake my head and then I headed towards his door. He asked where I was going and I told him home. It was only around noon so Tony said that was fine, only he was going to pick me up at my house at 6:30 tonight. I tried to tell him NO but he reminded me of our deal, seven days. And today was only day one. I just dropped my head and slowly walked out of his room. I was in my car and back at home in less then fifteen minutes. The rest of the day was a blur. I didn't do a thing, the TV was on but I don't remember watching any shows. Everything about the last few days flew thru my mind. I turned on my computer and tried the website that Tony had emailed me, it was completely empty like he said it would be. I knew I couldn't let my parents know I didn't go to school today. I didn't think it would be a problem, but if they found out, I would pay the price dearly for skipping school. I had never done it before, so they didn't think I would ever try it this late in my Senior year. I couldn't keep my eye off the stupid clock. The hours rolled by until it was about 6:00 in the evening. I knew I had to be ready because Tony would be over in 30 minutes. I didn't do a lot to get ready. I just waited for the doorbell to ring, when it did I walked out the door and Tony guided me to his front seat. We drove away and Tony never said one word to me. Of course I wasn't talking to him either. He drove us to the large local mall and he bought us tickets for the 7:00pm movie. Once inside he bought a large popcorn and soda and he had me pulled into his body as we walked together to our seats. I didn't fight him one bit but I wasn't talking to him that much either. I was there because I had to be, it was that simple. The movie started and we were seated about four rows from the back. Tony waited about 15 minutes before he made his move. He suddenly started to kiss me and pull me close. I wasn't cooperating that much until he threatened to leave me there and go home and put the website pictures back up. I knew I was in a winless situation. I pretended to kiss Tony and his hands were soon feeling me up under my shirt right in the semi-crowded theater. I didn't see his next move but if I had I would have been totally freaked out. Tony slipped his free hand down to his zipper, pulled out his already stiff dick and hid it behind the bag of popcorn. He then whispered in my ear about the promise and deal we made. He told me if I didn't keep up my end, then he wouldn't keep up his end. It would be easy for him to give all the pictures to one of his friends before my seven days were up. I got a little scared and promised him I would keep up my end of the deal. The second I said that, he raised his hand and put it on the top of my head, then looking me in the eye he pushed my head down. I wasn't sure what was going on until he moved the popcorn bag. There sticking straight up in the air was his hard shinny dick. I started to complain but my lips were pushed down onto his dick and once I slightly parted them, there was no turning back. I didn't know what I was suppose to do. Tony told me to slowly suck on him like he was a lollipop. He then pushed my head up and down and in an instant I was giving him a blowjob, my first, right in the movie theater where we could easily be caught. I was very scared someone might see us but Tony continued to push my head on and off his dick. He whispered for me to suck him lightly and finally I actually started to do it. He was teaching me to suck cock, and unknown to me, I was going to be really good at it. For three minutes my head bobbed up and down and every time I opened my eyes, I got a close-up look of Tony's stiff dick as my mouth slowly sucked him like he wanted. Then out of nowhere my mouth was filled with a salty tasting goo that made me feel sick to my stomach. I tried to pull my head up but Tony now had both hands on my head. He told me to keep sucking until he told me to stop. My mouth was full and I finally took my first large swallow. I was sure it was going to be terrible, but I was surprised how easily I gobbled up his spurting cum. I sucked him totally dry and Tony pulled my head up and handed me his coke. I drank it but for some reason it wasn't near as bad as I had assumed it would be. Tony let me sit for a couple minutes then he pulled me up and we were out of there. We never did really watch any of the movie. Tony took me to my car and he drove us someone to get a snack. I was really hungry and took him up on his offer to get a quick bite. I was surprised how easily I started talking to Tony and we stayed away from the picture and sex subject. It was like I was talking to the old Tony that I had always known was a great guy. After we ate, it was pitch dark out and Tony ended up driving me to a place I knew was considered 'MAKE OUT POINT'. It sort of overlooked the ocean and many kids came here to make out. I quickly found out that was the exact reason Tony had brought me here. We got out and he grabbed a blanket and walked me to the ocean's edge. It was a dim lit night and the water looked really nice. Tony laid out our towel then he started making out with me again. I didn't fight back or resist him as he kissed me hard and pulled me close. When his hands went to the button of my shirt, I whispered to him begging him not to do this again. He didn't say a word, he just kissed me harder and continued to undress me as I sat there on the blanket. First my shirt disappeared, then my bra was pulled off. Tony's mouth barely left mine. Then my Levi pants were tugged down my legs and right behind that my last line of protection was thrown on the blanket. With my undies on top of the pile, I was naked out in public with Tony sitting there right beside me. I again was so afraid someone might see me like this. Then I watched as Tony started to undress and I knew exactly what was coming. I started to get very worried as I watched Tony completely undress. He was now completely nude next to me and he pulled me close and kissed me lightly on the lips. I was sure he was going to push me back and fuck me, but he surprised me when he took my hand, pulled me up and walked me to the oceans edge. He guided me into the water and it felt so warm and nice, just like a hot bath. We walked out to waist deep water then he pulled me to his arms and started making out with me. It was so romantic I couldn't believe it. When I opened my eyes I could see the half moon in the sky and all the stars. It was like something out of a romantic novel. We stayed out there for ten minutes then Tony pulled us out of the water and we fell down onto the blanket. Tony rolled me over and made out with me and when he started to move on top of me, I was now totally ready for him. He didn't have to force me, I pulled him closer and he slowly pushed his hard dick into my very wet pussy. This time there was no pain at all. I felt full and very slippery as Tony started to slowly fuck me as we made out. Then his hand went to my pussy and he started to slowly rub my clit as his dick slid in and out of me. I was so turned on it felt fantastic. I was being fucked and I suddenly loved it. I was so turned on that when Tony guided my own hand to my pussy and whispered for me to keep rubbing myself, I did exactly as he requested. I barely lasted another 30 seconds. The thought of what I was doing out in public, the fact that I was rubbing my own pussy right in front of another guy, well, it all added up to a very huge orgasm. My legs wrapped around Tony's ass and I actually told him he felt great inside of me. I let him fuck me as long as he wanted and I knew he was about to fill me full of his cum. I didn't protest at all. I felt the warm feeling as he pumped his seed inside of me. I pulled him in even closer and we laid there pinned together for another five minutes. It was a beautiful moment I will never forget. Then we grabbed a few towels and started to clean our bodies up. We got dressed, headed for the car and I couldn't let go of Tony. I didn't know it but he would be my first real crush. It started out with blackmail, now I couldn't get enough of him. We drove around and chatted for another couple hours, then he took me home and we made out in front of my house for about fifteen minutes. I said goodnight and headed into my house. Tony drove away and he knew a major corner had been turned as far as I was concerned. He was smiling and yelling loudly because everything had gone perfectly tonight. I was now his and he knew it. He had another six days where I couldn't say no, but he was planning on things going on for much longer then that. As I laid in bed daydreaming of what a perfect night we just had, Tony was talking to his friends on the phone describing every little thing we had done that night. We were both looking at things from very different perspectives. Mine was the romantic girls view, Tony's was the very guy like view, hot steamy sex in every place possible. In a way, I couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring. In that aspect, both me and Tony were the same. He had made many plans himself for tomorrow and they would all be centered around me. I had no ideal the trouble that was still ahead of me. But tomorrow I would see just the tip of it as Tony told me to meet him at school early in the morning. I didn't hesitate one second as I told him I'd meet him at my locker 30 minutes before our first class. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 20 Adam and Sam's science teacher had pulled the two thirteen year olds aside that morning, asking to see them out in the hall. She was interested in seeing the progress of their project thus far. "I trust you've had no trouble with your test subject?" "Oh no, Ms. Burke. Here, look." Adam pulled out his phone, and after entering a secret code into an app to reveal a hidden directory, he started scrolling through the photos of Sam from the last two days. "Sam and I thought it would be easier to document our test subject with pictures." He explained. The teacher gave her pupils a little smirk. She had a very strong inkling that the girl in the photographs was really Sam, as she seemed to be blushing very heavily now. "This is good work, you two. I'm very impressed. I'd like to bump your presentation up to Friday if you don't mind." "Sure, we can go on Friday." Sam said with a bit of relief. Her worry was that her teacher was going to somehow recognize her right away. "Adam, let me see that second picture you showed me again." The teacher requested, and Adam scrolled back through until he found the photo she was asking for. "Yes. That one. Make sure you crop it a bit more. The test subject's dark hair is coming down behind her shoulders here, and it might reveal the girl's identity." Sam turned bright red as her teacher gave her another large smirk and said, "I will admit, she does have very exquisite looking breasts. This will make for an excellent presentation, you two. Good work!" before she ushered the two back into the classroom. After school, Sam met up with Adam. If they were going to present on Friday, then they needed to hustle. Walking back to Adam's house with them were Cody, Travis, Lilly, and even Hope. Once the six teens were all inside the house, Adam announced, "Alright girls, time to strip naked!" With a large grin. Then he turned to his male friends and spoke softly. "It never gets old saying that to them." Sam rolled her eyes at him when she overheated his comment, but that was the most resistance the girls put up about getting nude. Hope's casual clothes, and Lilly's much more formal wear came off easily, but Sam usually dressed in lots of layers. Her cargo pants, combined with her hiking boots and the three layers of tops she had worn, plus her bra, meant she was the last of the three girls to remove her clothes completely. But eventually, she was just as naked as the other girls. Now her only difference was that she was the only dark haired girl among blondes. "Anyone want anything to drink?" Adam offered politely. "Yeah, I'll take a coke." Travis said. The other teens all agreed they also wanted something, so Adam asked Sam for some help in the kitchen. "Mom? Mrs. Stevens?" Adam was surprised to see his mom and her boss in the kitchen. Both women were sitting at the kitchen table, with their laptops in front of them. And both women were nude too, obviously. "Hi Adam. How was school?" His mom asked with a smile. "Mrs. Stevens and I both took the day off today to work on the Feminudists presentation we are giving tomorrow." "Please Susan. In this context you can call me Karen." Mrs. Stevens said, like this was not the first time she had reminded the woman. "Oh yes. Sorry. Right. Karen and I are working on the Feminudists presentation for tomorrow." His mom corrected. "That's great." said Adam with a smile. "School was good. Ms. Burke asked us to move our science project up to Friday." "Oh, what's your science project about?" Mrs. Stevens asked. "We're doing it on what it's like for a girl to be naked in front of a boy her age." Adam explained. "Oh, and this pretty young lady must be your test subject?" She asked with a smirk. Sam blushed deep red as she answered. "We are partners on the project actually, ma'am, but yes, I am also the test subject. But that is supposed to be a secret." "Well your secret's safe with me." Mrs. Stevens gave her a little wink. "Did I hear someone else come in with you when you got home, Adam?" His mom asked. "Yes mom. Travis and Cody are here. Lilly and Hope too. I offered to get everyone something to drink." "Oh Hope's here? She was the polite young lady that stayed for dinner with us last night, right? I'll come say hi to everyone, and help you with the drinks." She offered, getting up from the table. All four were soon heading from the kitchen, each carting enough glasses for everybody. Susan and Karen both greeted the rest of the teens warmly, and they all sat down in the living room, enjoying each other's company. There was a bit of a break in the conversation, when the doorbell went off. It was Gwen. She and Chrissy had both come over, mainly so Gwen could see Travis. The girls had been hanging out at her house since high school let out. While Gwen had made the short trek from her house to the Larsons' naked, Chrissy was too timid to do the same. Adam's mom had to ask her to remove her clothes as soon as she entered the house. After that, they basically picked up the conversation where it had left off. Mostly it was the two moms going over their Feminudist presentation for tomorrow. Eventually the women went back to working on their presentation, taking the kids' suggestions into account. Once they had left the room, Sam poked Adam in the arm, and said they should probably make some progress on their own project today. "Oh, you mean your guyses science project?" Hope asked with a little giggle. Sam couldn't stop herself from blushing again. "What did you guys end up deciding on doing?" Cody asked with some curiosity. Adam and Sam both turned to one another, with an unsure look on their faces. Neither were really sure how to respond. Cody and Travis both shared this class with them, and Adam hadn't had a chance to ask them to keep quiet, but thought this was as good a time to do it as any. "I'm going to tell you, but I need you guys to swear to secrecy." He said. "I mean all of you." Sam could only watch on in humiliation when he got up and started explaining, but she also knew there was a chance the two boys might realize the photos were of her when they presented their work on Friday, so knew it was better they were informed now, and didn't have a chance to blurt it out in class. Adam was just finishing with his explanation. "So Ms. Burke bumped our project up to Friday." Hope had a little smirk on her lips, but otherwise the other teens all seemed a bit shocked at the project. "So you're gonna show naked pictures of Sam to our entire class on Friday!?" Travis just blurted out. "Settle down!" Adam tried to calm things down, seeing that Sam was getting upset. "It's supposed to be a secret, and no one will know it's Sam." "Except us." Cody said, grimly. "You guys are my best friends, and I trust you guys. I know you both will keep this a secret because I asked." Adam said, really hoping that was true. "Yeah, of course we will." Travis gave a serious look, nodding his head in agreement. "Yes. Absolutely." Cody added, with his own head nod. That gave Sam a bit of relief to hear, but then Gwen addressed her with another one of her worries. "Ok, so maybe they won't recognize you, but you're still going to be showing pictures of your privates to the entire class. How will you ever make it through the presentation?" "I offered to do most of the talking." Adam said, coming over to place his hand on Sam's shoulder to give her some support and calm her down a bit. "We're gonna spend tomorrow afternoon together, going over the presentation over and over, until we both can recite it in our sleep." "We are?" Sam gave him a surprised, but gratuitous little smile. "Yes, we are." He massaged her shoulder with his hand. "Our presentation is going to be the absolute best presentation in the history of Ms. Burke’s science class!" Despite her worries, Sam had to laugh a little at his proclamation. He smiled down at her, happy to at least brighten her mood a little. "Oh no it won't!" Travis said. "Ours is gonna be way better!" "Oh yeah? What's it about?" Gwen asked. "It's all about magnets!" Cody answered excitedly. He didn't always apply himself, but he always had the most fun in science class. Adam took his seat back next to Sam, saying, "You guys do know that this is a biology class, right?" "Yeah! We're testing the effect of magnetic fields on organisms." Cody explained. "Have you found any effect?" Hope asked with her smirk. "No. Nothing." Cody answered, looking a little bummed. "But Ms. Burke said it's still a valid scientific study as long as we keep notes, whether anything happens or not." Hope shifted her attention back to Sam, seeing that the girl was still upset, despite Adam's attempt to cheer her up. "Sam, what if there was a way for us to help you out? Adam, what If you guys changed the scope of your project a little. What if you had more than one girl volunteer to be your test subject?" "Wait, are you volunteering?" Adam asked with surprise. "Not just me. What if all the girls here volunteer to be test subjects for your experiment? All of us have been going naked in front of you guys for the last week or so. You can take some photos of all of us today, and then mix them in with the ones of Sam. That way it's not so obvious who is who." Hope said with an excited smile, happy to maybe have found a solution for Sam and her problem. "What do you say girls? Let's help Sam out!" "I don't know if I can…" Chrissy's shyness had kept her from speaking the entire time she had been at the Larson household since she had arrived. She gave the group a forlorn look, hugging herself around her shoulders and even partially covering her breasts. Despite the occasions she had gone naked at Gwen's, she was nowhere even close to used to it. Having her naked photographs displayed in front of a classroom of thirteen year olds seemed like a nightmare to her. "I'll do it." Gwen offered, despite her own nerves. "As long as you don't show my face or anything that would identify it as me, then sure." Lilly was on the fence. She didn't share this class time with the others, but did have Ms. Burke for science in another period. Plus these were her contemporaries in the seventh grade, that she shared a lot of other classes with. "Let me see how you take the pictures first, and then I will decide." She offered. "Ok," Adam said, getting back to his feet. "Hope, why don't I start with you, since this was your idea." Hope got up as directed, standing in front of a blank white wall. Even if this had been her idea, and she had been happy to help out Sam, she could still feel her nerves buzzing. She might be in the eighth grade, but these were still students she might bump into on a daily basis. Adam started by explaining to her how to stand. He told her to keep her arms at her sides, and stand naturally. Then he took the photo of her bare chest, and moved down to capture one of her bare, shaven slit too. Hope had a differently shaped chest from Sam, so it would be easy to tell the two girls apart there, but since both girls were shaved, it was a little more difficult to tell the two girls slits apart, at least in the legs closed position. But Adam told her to spread her legs open for the next shot, which Hope obliged with a blush. The difference became apparent once her legs were open, as Hope's inner lips hung down ever so slightly, whereas Sam's outer lips were so plump they covered everything inside, even when she had her legs spread wide open. Adam was satisfied with her pictures, so moved on to the next girl, Gwen. Gwen's boobs were much, much larger than all the other girls present, so there would be no mistaking this was a different girl. And despite Mrs. Larson's decree the first time she had gotten naked in front of the group on Saturday, she had not shaved her own pubic area completely. Her mom had said she didn't have to, saying that was a bit silly, and that it was up to her to decide how she wanted to look. Gwen had opted to just shave the pubes from her outer lips, keeping a tuft of hair above. Lilly had gone next, despite her earlier worry. She was satisfied that the pictures were going to be anonymous enough to not be traced back to her. She left her pubic hair natural, even if she didn't have a lot. Adam thought the pictures of her breasts were going to be the most difficult to tell apart from Sam's. He framed the picture so that a bit of her hair still showed, so that he could tell which girl was which later. He would have to go in and crop the photos before the presentation. Sam had her own turn next. She was feeling a lot better since Hope had come up with this idea to help her. Adam forewent taking the picture of her face, as those pictures were not going to be used in the presentation anyway. The only girl that had not gone was Chrissy, but the other girls were all trying to encourage her to do it anyway. "Come on, Chrissy. You're the only one here who hasn't gone yet." Gwen said. "Do it for Sam." Hope added. "If it would help, you can look at the pictures when I'm done, and I'll let you erase them if you can't handle it." Adam offered. "Oh, ok…" Chrissy got up from her spot, distressed despite her agreement. She went and stood where the other girls had been before, and Adam got to work, quickly taking her photographs before she could back out. Despite being the same age as Gwen, her boobs were much smaller, with a more round shape like Hope's. Her areolas were much wider and covered her breasts more though. She had the most pubic hair of all the girls too, matching in it's red color with the top of her head. Adam didn't ask her to display herself further, despite the fact that he could hardly see the girl's lower lips, because he knew it would be too much for Chrissy. Once the two photos were taken, he offered to show her, just like he had said. "What do you think?" He asked. Chrissy looked at the two photographs, blushing quite profusely. First she saw her bare breasts, and then the picture of her crotch, covered in it's hair. "I guess you really wouldn't know it was me, right?" She laughed nervously. "That's right." Adam tried to give her a reassuring smile. "No one will ever know that it's you." He said, then added, "Well, besides all of us here in this room." "Yeah, ok…" Chrissy nodded her head in approval, still looking a little sheepish. "But those are the only pictures I'm letting you take of me!" She folded her arms and went back over to sit down next to Gwen. "You did great!" Gwen patted her on the leg, and gave her a big smile. "Thanks." Chrissy returned the smile, still blushing all the same, but leaned into her friend's shoulder for support. Gwen just wrapped her arm around her, holding her like that for a minute. All of a sudden the two women rushed back into the living room where the teens were. "Adam, I need to get to the park right away! There's been some kind of incident with Abbie!" Adam could tell his mom seemed very worried, getting worried for his sister himself. "Is she ok!?" "Yes, she's fine, but the police are there and, and… Well I just need to go. Karen is going to stay with you until I get back. Don't worry your younger siblings. Just watch over them when they get home." She said, rushing her way out the front door. ***** Abbie was going through her own scary ordeal across town. She was quite frightened for her safety. Two large girls she had never met in her life, had come into the locker room at her school, gagged her and thrown a hood over her head, bound her hands behind her back, and abducted her. Now she had no idea where she was, or where she was going. She knew she had been inside of a car for a while, as she could still hear, and heard the engine running. She could tell they were now outside somewhere, as one of the large girls dragged her along, since she could feel the wind blowing against her bare body. Yes she was still naked. The girls had said something about that as they grabbed her. The wind stopped and things seemed to get a little darker, so Abbie hoped she was inside somewhere. Even if she could still hear the sounds of the outdoors. One of her hands was let free momentarily, but then it was tied to something else, above her head. Her other wrist too, and then both her ankles were spread out and secured beneath her. Her back was up against something that felt wooden. Abbie became frightened out of her mind, not knowing what was about to happen to her. After that things fell mostly silent, at least for the moment. A few minutes later, the terrorizing quiet Abbie had been experiencing was broken, and she could hear one of the girls shouting. “Step right up! See the naked girl in all her glory! Ogle her boobs and stare at her cunt! You can even touch her if you dare!” Abbie didn’t like the sound of that, and tried pulling on her restraints with all her might, but that just made them get tighter. It was silent for another few moments, but then she heard a gasp of someone standing beside her. A boy! “Dude! Look! You can see everything! She doesn’t even have hair!” “I know, this is so cool!” Another one said from the other side. “I wonder who she is?” The first one said. Abbie could feel a hand, tugging at the edge of the hood, and started letting out muffled screams, not wanting anyone to know her identity. “Hey! We said no touching the hood!” One of the large girls yelled from what sounded like behind her. It seemed one of the girls was at least there to supervise things. That still didn’t make Abbie feel all that good about her predicament, however. That went on for a while. Boys and girls of all ages were gathering to see the naked girl in all her glory. Many of them laughed at her, and some of them even teased her about the look of her body, commenting about her boobs being small, or her not having any pubic hair. Abbie was at least thankful that no one had made an attempt to touch her. At least not yet. “Wow! I think I know this girl!” One of the girls said, coming in. “How could you know her?” Another asked. “I think she was at the mall last night!” The first answered, sounding a little astonished. “Yeah! I recognize her… Well, her chest…” “Oh my god! You were checking out a naked girl’s chest!?” Her friend teased her. “Yeah! Just like you’re doin’ now!” The other fired back. “Alright! Time’s up girls!” The large girl shouted from behind Abbie, amused. The first time someone tried touching her, Abbie felt completely mortified. But she could do nothing but take it, as she was trapped, tied and gagged, so she couldn’t even complain if she wanted to. The first time, it was at least just her boobs that were touched. The second and third time, however, her full body was free rein to whoever was touching her. Including her very vulnerable pussy. Whoever it was that had touched her down there last, had even found her clitoris. Despite the fear she was feeling, she could tell she was getting excited at the pleasurable touch. "Ew! She peed on me!" She heard the sound of a young boy's voice yelling. "Oh, that's not pee." A different girl laughed. Abbie was starting to lose track of the number of people that had seen her by now. The next ones to come in and see her, had also evidently wanted to touch her too. Abbie was really surprised to hear what sounded like a little girl talking, no older than 7 or 8 years old. “Can I put the head of my dolly inside of her?” “Hmmm.” The large girl grunted from behind Abbie. “For ten bucks, you put it wherever you want!” Abbie started to wriggle around in pure fear of what was about to happen to her. Susana and Heather had been in a heated debate since getting out of their high school. Heather still wanted to go through with their plan of humiliating Lauren. “Your sister is responsible for me giving not one, but two blowjobs to that creep, Tony!” Heather had yelled at her friend. "It's her fault we got detention today too!" Heather added in exasperation. “Lauren’s not responsible for that. If you wouldn’t have kept arguing with Tony, and hadn’t dragged me into it, we never would have gotten detention.” Susana said, feeling more worried about what might be happening to her little sister at the moment. “He kept saying we should go practice our nudism at his house today! I didn’t want everyone at school thinking we are nudists!” Heather complained. “Whatever. I don’t really care about that right now. Lauren’s learned her lesson, alright? She’s been humiliated enough. With all the boys that saw her naked at the mall, and the gas pump last night. Even this morning she was caught naked by one of her classmates, and my mom invited him in for breakfast while she was naked.” Susana had done the best to make her case, as the two walked back to her house. Heather just explained, “It doesn’t matter anyway. I already said I'd do the Harris twins' math homework in exchange for this. They’ve probably got her there right now. By the time we get there, they’ll probably be long gone.” “Then we need to get to the park right now!” That’s exactly where the two had been trying to get for the last half hour. Unfortunately neither girl had driven to school that day. Susana was thankfully able to get a hold of Tanya, and get them a ride. Now arriving at the park, Heather and Susana practically leapt from Tanya's car. She was unable to stay, as she needed to get to her job, and just wished them luck as they ran off. They rushed to the pavilion in the middle of the field, seeing about twenty kids and teens all lined up and waiting to see the naked girl. Instead of waiting, the two girls rushed past the line, avoided one of the Harris girls as she tried to grab them, and went inside the tarped area shielding the naked girl from view. "Hey, you need to wait…! Oh, it's you!" The Harris twin yelled, before recognizing Heather and Susana. "Oh my god, Lauren! Are you all-- Wait, that's not Lauren." Susana said with surprise. Abbie was never more happy to hear a voice she recognized in her life. The little girl had been mere moments away from trying to shove the head of her doll up her most sensitive hole! She could feel the head of it pressing right up against her opening. Abbie struggled with her restraints again, making a lot of muffled noise. "Abbie!" Heather said, realizing who was really under the hood. She came over and yanked the doll out of the little girl’s hands just in time, tossing it towards the gap in the tarp. “Get out of here! Show’s over!” “HEY!” The little girl complained, chasing after her doll. "She said I could do it for ten bucks!" Susana pulled a ten dollar bill out of her pocket, shoving it into her hands. "Here kid. Now get lost!" “You're mean!” The little girl kicked Susana in the shin, and then left the confines of the tarp, leaving the sixteen year old redhead hopping on one foot. “Damn! You sure pissed her off!” The larger of the Harris twin girls laughed from her place behind Abbie. “You got the wrong girl, Carla!” Heather complained. “You said to grab the blonde girl in the locker room!” Carla was becoming irritated with her schoolmate. Heather had started to remove Abbie’s hood, while Susana worked on the restraints holding her in place. Without the hood, Abbie could finally see she had been tied to a picnic table, that the twins had propped up on its side, tall wise. The two sixteen year olds were having some trouble with the ropes around her wrists and ankles, as the twins had tied them tightly. Carla’s twin sister came in, wondering just exactly what was going on. Then both twins came over to the girls, practically looming over their classmates with an angry glare. Just one of the Harris twins was intimidating on her own. Both of them together were practically terrifying. Heather and Susana stopped what they were doing, looking back at the twins worriedly. “You got the wrong girl.” Heather almost let out a whine. “Does it look like we care!?” Carla said with a sneer. “You said in exchange for doing this, you'd do our math homework for a week. You got the homework for tomorrow?” "Uhh, no. We got detention. Mr. Philips wouldn't let us do anything in there. We just had to sit there quietly." Heather rolled her eyes about that. Carla took the eye roll the wrong way, however. "You getting snippy with me, Blondie!?" "No! No!" Heather replied quickly, gulping in fear. "If you don't got the homework, then I don't see why we should cut her down." Carla's sister, Anna said. "But you can't leave her like that!" Susana pleaded. "Tell you what." Carla started. "Blondie promises to bring our homework first thing in the morning, then we'll cut her down in an hour for you.” Then she looked at them with a wicked smirk. “Or one of you can take her place instead.” Susana and Heather looked at one another, wondering which of them would make the first move. Abbie made another muffled noise to get their attention. Despite having the hood off, the gag was still in her mouth. Susana finally realized the girl wanted to say something, pulling the bit of cloth hanging from between her lips out of her mouth. “Pthhhhhhh! Pppphh!” Abbie spat a couple times, seeing that the bit of cloth that had come from her mouth was actually her own pair of panties, she had been wearing all day at school. Finally, after all that time of being muffled, she was able to speak. “What if all three of us do it? If the three of us agree to stay naked for an hour, will you forget about Heather doing your homework for you? The three of us can help you do it instead too. That way you're not cheating.” She offered a practical solution, still feeling at their mercy. She was still tied and vulnerable, buck naked, with her arms and legs spread out into an X shape, to the picnic table. "Hmmmm....“ Carla scratched her chin. "Why would you offer to help us after we did this to you?" "Because I feel partially responsible for this." Abbie answered, feeling ashamed of her actions. She realized it could have been little Lauren, tied up naked and scared out of her mind, instead of her. "And I'd really like to get down from here." "Alright. Fine by me. We’ll cut you down when these two get their clothes off.” She said, pulling a pocket knife from her pocket. Heather and Susana both felt stuck. Neither wanted to join her, but both felt too guilty to leave Abbie on her own. Their reluctance was palpable as they both slowly stripped naked from the clothes they were wearing. For as much as these two had gone naked, neither girl was anywhere near being used to it yet. “Hand over the clothes!” Anna demanded, holding her arms outstretched in front of them. Both now naked sixteen year olds unwillingly handed over their clothes to the girl, while she just smirked at them, before covering their bodies with their arms. “Uh uh!” Carla scolded them. “You need to leave everything showing, or the kids will complain.” In another reluctant act, both girls let their arms drop to their sides. “Good.” She said, turning her attention to Abbie. “Alright little blondie. I’ll cut you down, but you can’t go until we say.” She waved the pocket knife menacingly in her face. “I know.” Abbie responded, resigned. The large girl cut her free, and Abbie rubbed her wrists, trying to get the feeling back into her hands. “No one can put anything inside us though!” “Fine.” Carla rolled her eyes at her. “But you owe me 10 dollars from before. The little girl never paid me.” She laughed, as she and her sister left the confines of the tarp. It took about 30 seconds, and then in walked three new kids, wanting to see the show. Two boys and a girl. One of the boys was younger, while the other, along with the girl, were teens. “Abbie?” The girl said with a laugh. “Abigail Larson?” For the first time since all of this had begun, Abbie was missing her hood. "Umm… Yeah." She answered cautiously. "Oh wow! I had heard you had become a nudist! I just didn't believe it!" The girl smiled wildly, surprise still evident in her expression. "You know her, babe?" The boy asked curiously. "Yeah. Abbie's in social studies with me." "Megan, the girl outside said I can touch one of them!" The younger boy whined to the girl, pulling on her sleeve. "Ugh, brothers. Am I right?" Megan rolled her eyes to Abbie, giving a little giggle. "You don't have to tell me. I've got two." Abbie chuckled. "What's your little brother's name?" "Joey." The girl answered. "Well, Joey. Come closer." Abbie beckoned him forward. "I understand that you want a chance to touch me. Where would you like to touch me?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips. "Ummm…" the younger boy felt a little intimidated, and just pointed at one of her boobs. "Ok good." Abbie gave him a warm smile. "Go ahead and touch, but be gentle." The boy started slowly, just feeling the soft skin on Abbie's boob with his finger tips. Eventually he felt a little bolder, cupping her boob from underneath, and then rubbed her chest all up and down to get an idea of what a boob really felt like. He seemed satisfied after that so he stopped. "Very good, Joey." Abbie complimented him. Out of all that had touched her that day, Joey had been the most gentle with her. "So you're inviting people to see you naked and touch you?" Her classmate asked with some confusion. "Oh, it's not like that, exactly." Abbie thought for a moment, wanting to come up with a good cover story. "There are a lot of boys around here that are ignorant of girls' bodies. And of how they work. If my friends and I" She made a quick gesture to Susana and Heather "are going to be nudists, we don't want to get fifty questions every time we go somewhere. I thought this would be a good way to get the knowledge out." "And have some fun too." Megan laughed. "Yeah, there's that too." Abbie blushed in response, but laughed along with her. "No, actually we set up the system since we felt the boys would be a bit more respectful in a controlled environment like this. But we also know they are boys, and they're gonna want to do more than just look. Like your brother." "I suppose that makes sense. Get it out of their system when you can control it." The girl seemed to buy the explanation from her, and said her goodbyes. "Alright. See you at school tomorrow!" She waved as the three left. "My god, Abbie. I don't know how you can do that!" Heather said. "Do what?" "Stay so calm while naked in front of people like that." Heather explained. "I know." Susana added. "I thought I was gonna faint when that boy said he wanted to touch one of us!" "I do know this one trick that helps." Abbie started, but didn't get to explain as the next group came in. "Well, well, well." "Oh god! Tony!" Heather whined when she saw who it was. "What do we have here?" Tony and his two cohorts smirked as they appraised the three naked girls. "I can see why you didn't want to come over to my house today, ladies. You got your own little scheme goin’ on, huh?" "It's not like that." Susana tried to defend. "Hey, no worries. We won't blab. It's not like this isn't gonna be the talk of the town for years to come." Tony laughed. "Well that's enough. Your time is up." Abbie said, trying to get rid of them. Tony came closer, putting his hand on the side of her cheek. "We didn't just come to look, sweetcakes. We came for some fun too." "Hey guys, do you mind if I have a little fun with red’s tits today?" Asked Jeremy. "Nah, go ahead. I want this tight little thing today." He said, running his hand through Abbie's hair. "I see you decided to go blonde. Let's see if it's true. Do blondes really have more fun?" He grabbed her hair tightly, yanking it back a little, making Abbie cry out in pain. At the same time, he shoved his other hand in between her legs. Jeremy was busy pawing at Susana’s tits, so Frank went over to speak with Heather. “Hey Heather.” “Hey Frank.” She gave him a little half smile, wondering if this guy was going to take advantage of her like his friends were taking advantage of the other girls. “Can I hug you!?” He asked hurriedly, blushing at her. “A hug?” Heather asked, unable to stop a little giggle from escaping. “You want to hug me?” “Aww, forget about it. It’s stupid.” He turned away from her, clearly feeling humiliated with himself. Heather took a bit of pity on him because of his reaction. “Yeah. Sure Frank. You can hug me.” He looked back at her, with hope filling his heart. “Thanks.” He came forward, wrapping his arms around her bare shoulders, and rested his head against hers. Then he whispered, “This is nice.” She was doing her best to hug him back, but he was a big guy. Kind of chubby. “Yeah, it’s not too bad.” She whispered back. Then she felt his hands move down her back, until they were holding the two globes of her protruding butt. She could only roll her eyes, as he continued to hold her like that. Eventually, she could feel his erection pressing up against her. Even if she had gotten annoyed at him for grabbing her butt, she did have to admit to herself it was nice to hold a boy in such a way, and she rested her own head on his shoulder in contentment. Tony had been busy teasing Abbie by sucking her little boobs into his mouth, and she was now finding herself getting wet, despite her feeling like she was being violated. He also still had his hand down between her legs. “Damn girl. You got the softest, smoothest, tightest little pussy, dontcha! Well, I haven’t really tested your tightness yet, now have I? You have a boyfriend?” “Yes I do.” Abbie answered in annoyance. “And I’m only fourteen-years-old.” She added. Tony relaxed his hold on her, looking shocked. “Damn, girl. I didn’t know. I mean, you’re a real hottie for only fourteen. How ‘bout we just find your clit and make you cum?” He offered, spreading her outer lips with his index and ring finger, then running his middle up and down until he felt the little bump he was looking for. Despite herself, Abbie got up on her tippy-toes when he found her pleasure button, and gave him the moaning he was looking for. Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion outside the tarped off area, as one of the kids outside yelled “IT’S THE COPS!” None of the girls had any idea about what to do. The boys, however, were not going to stick around and risk getting into trouble. All three took off in a flash. None of them headed for the gap in the tarp though. Instead, Tony and the other boys ran straight through it, bringing it down to the ground. The three naked girls were now exposed to everyone! Everyone was in such a panic, that no one noticed the makeshift wall was gone. They were all too busy trying to flee the scene. Abbie, Susana, and Heather all realized they were now out in the open and unprotected, but none of them had a chance to move, as the cops were now upon them. “Stay right where you are, girls!” The officer yelled, before recognizing Abbie. “Hey! You’re one of the ones I saw the other day! With the crazy mom!” “Officer, I uhhh…” Abbie was in full blown panic, thinking she was about to be arrested. The officer gave Abbie a smile, to try and calm her down, then shouted at her partner. “Ramirez! Stop chasing them and get back over here!” She turned back to Abbie and laughed. “We got a tip that some girl was being held captive out here. Some really angry sounding guy.” “Well, uhh…” Abbie wasn’t sure how to respond, thinking it was probably not a good idea to rat out the Harris twins. She never got a chance, as someone started shouting in their direction. “OH MY GOD, SUSANA!” It was Susana's dad, and he was dragging her naked blonde little sister, Lauren, along with him by the wrist. Ramirez stepped in front of him. “Sir, I’m going to need you to calm down. This may be a crime scene and you can’t enter the area.” “But that girl’s my daughter!” He said in exasperation, wondering why Susana was standing there naked with the two other girls. “Sir, come on over.” The female officer said, beckoning for him to come closer. “My name’s Officer Wright. Were you the one that called in the tip?” “Yes. My other daughter here,” He pulled Lauren forward a bit, who was looking very sorry for herself. “Told me some kind of plot was going to happen to her today, only she sent another girl in her place. I guess they’ve gotten into some kind of feud with one another.” He explained angrily. "Would you girls mind explaining what's going on?" The female officer asked, with exasperation. Abbie wasn't sure how to answer without getting the others into trouble. She let out a deep sigh, and was about to speak, but Heather stepped forward and began explaining instead. "This is all my fault." She began, a distraught look in her eye. She went through everything. How she and Susana had come up with this plan to get back at Lauren. How they had changed their minds and tried to stop it, and how they had discovered Abbie had ended up in Lauren's place. The cop looked at all four naked girls disappointingly. "I think that's a good explanation for now. I'd like to get a separate statement from each of you girls, but I think it's best to get your parents or guardians here first." She said, and pulled out her cell phone and offered it to Abbie. "Call your mom and ask her to come down here, please." Abbie was very nervous as she made the call, not sure how much trouble she was really in for what had happened. The duration of the call was difficult for her to get through, but her mom said she was on her way. It took about twenty minutes for both Abbie and Heather's mothers to arrive. Susana and Lauren didn't need to call, as their dad was already present. In the meantime, another squad car had arrived, with two more male officers. Heather had noticed her and Susana's clothes just lying out in the open, and had asked if it was alright if they got dressed, but the female officer had said, "I'm sorry, girls, but that might be evidence now. Until we know further you'll have to stay as you are now." Of the two moms to arrive, Heather's was the most agitated. Abbie's mom was just relieved to see that her daughter was alright, and ran over to give her a hug. Of the two parents, Abbie's mom was also the only one nude. "Are you alright?" She asked, holding Abbie's face in between her hands. "Yes mom. I'm fine." Even if she might be in trouble, she was still relieved to see her mom. Officer Write came over to address the two, mom and daughter. "You two can step over here with me. Ramirez, you get Heather's statement, and you two," she pointed at the other two officers on the scene, "Please get the statement from the two sisters." Abbie and her mom stepped aside to speak with officer Write privately. Heather had already spilled the beans about how everything had happened, so Abbie was forthright with her own statement. The only thing she really left out was some of the more explicit details of her ordeal, feeling too embarrassed to go into it fully. The officers thanked all the girls for their cooperation, and went to converse amongst themselves privately for a bit. "Heather, you are in such huge trouble." Her mom said to her as they stood there waiting for the cops to come back. Her mood had changed from fury to just cold anger in the time it had taken for her daughter to give her official statement. Heather just looked down at the ground in shame, giving a little gulp at what was going to happen to her because of her dumb decisions. The four officers came back over, with grim looks on their faces as they addressed the four naked girls, and their parents. As usual, officer Write took the lead, as she was the most senior officer. "Technically all four girls could be in a lot of trouble. We're looking at, at least, a conspiracy to commit a kidnapping for all of you. Duress of a minor as well, from what Abbie explained happened to her." She paused for a minute, letting the severity of the accusations sink in. "But before today, none of you girls have ever been in trouble with the law. I've seen all you girls, for many years, growing up around these parts. I think this was all just a prank that got terribly out of hand. Terribly, terribly out of hand. So, against normal protocol, I am willing to be lenient on you today." All four girls let out a great sigh of relief. They had all started to cry when the officer had mentioned kidnapping charges. "That doesn't mean you girls are free to continue this behavior!" The officer scolded sternly. "We will be keeping a sharp eye on the four of you from now on! And I'm sure your parents will be serving you each with appropriate punishments for your actions today!" Heather had to glance at her mother with a side eye, seeing her furiously nodding her head in agreement. "I don't want to ever see you girls involved in a situation like this again!" The officer continued. "You girls should be supportive of one another, instead of feuding like this. All four of you have just begun your journey into being nudists, and should have each other's backs instead of squabbling!" The officer finished. "So I will leave you with a warning, but if any of you ever pull a stunt like this again, I'm throwing the book at you!" She turned on her heel, leaving the four girls in the custody of their parents.

The Dare MD byFrancisdonatien© The Dare MD Ch. 01 "You're the last one here, Dr. Crawford." The nurse leaned in Andrea's office door on her way out for the night. "The lights are out in all the offices and main halls, and the door's locked. See you tomorrow." "Thanks, Lynn. I'll see you tomorrow." She looked at the stack of notes she had to finish entering and gave a deep sigh. She probably had more than an hour of work to do. She would not stay that long, but she wanted to get through at least half of it. After about 45 minutes, though, her eyes started to cross. She was having trouble concentrating, and she knew that was when mistakes could creep in and when doctors got into trouble. She leaned back in her chair and stretched. Only five days ago, she recalled, she had been lying topless on a beach in the Caribbean, surrounded by other topless women, many with children like her, all enjoying the peace and sunshine of the island. "Hardly proper behavior for a respectable physician, at least in this conservative state," she giggled to herself. She got her phone out of her purse and started scrolling through the pictures that she and Sterling had taken. So many of her being playful, lifting her t-shirt to flash her tits, playing in the sand wearing nothing but her black thong, and then that picture where he had dared her to step out onto the balcony in the early morning with nothing on at all. She protested at first, even after he reminded her that she had sucked him off on that very balcony the night before. "Come on, it turns you on, doesn't it," he said, "The kids are asleep, and there's nobody on the beach . . . yet. Now's your chance." Then she just stepped out, put both hands on the railing, cocked her hip and lifted a foot, and he took the picture. She ran back inside almost immediately. "I think I saw somebody coming," she whispered. He just laughed and held her tight, kissing her right next to the window, possibly in full view of whoever might be walking along. Andrea sighed at the memory, then realized that her hand had slid under her skirt and was gently stroking her pussy through her panties. She gave a little jump and looked around, as though somebody might catch her, then she laughed, remembering that she was in the office alone. She turned and rolled her chair back a little and put one foot up on the desk, spreading her legs open and pulling her skirt up. She ran both her hands over the smooth fabric of the panties and pressed them against her pussy lips. A deep moan came out of her as waves of pleasure floated through her body. She continued to rub, a little harder each time, and rocked her pelvis up and down while twisting in the chair. Her moans grew louder, even echoing slightly within her narrow office. Then her pelvis twitched as the waves built into an orgasm, and she rocked in the chair so much that she pushed it back and her foot fell off the desk. She wound up curled in the chair, clutching herself as the orgasm finished running through her. She giggled softly as she recovered, sliding back onto the chair and sitting up. Her panties were pretty damp, and she left her fingers resting on her swollen pussy lips, letting herself enjoy the recovery. She had pushed her skirt all the way up, and she looked down at her long athletic legs spread out before her. She moved her hands down to the elastic bands of her thigh-highs and started to slide them off. When she had worked them down to her knees, she kicked off one shoe, then the other and took the stockings off. She stood up and unzipped her skirt, then let it fall to the floor. She giggled, as she turned around, admiring her bare legs and her rose-patterned panties in the seriousness of her office. She pulled apart the tails of her shirt and started unbuttoning it from the bottom, gradually baring her flat stomach and her little matching bra. She tossed the shirt onto the floor with her skirt and danced around the office some more. There's a full-length mirror in the staff locker room, she remembered. She opened her office door, pausing for a moment to reassure herself that she was all alone, then walked down the hall, feeling as giddy as a teenager on a dare. When she flicked on the light in the locker room, she jumped in surprise, then giggled some more. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, she ran her hands down her stomach, then turned sideways to look at her ass, which she rubbed and patted with both hands. She brought her hands up and started to play with her bra straps. "With these little tits," she laughed, "I really don't need this," and she unhooked it and let it fall. She pushed her tits together and played with her nipples. "You were so much bigger when I was pregnant," she sighed and pulled on them some more. She put her hands on top of her head and looked at herself. She looked good, she thought, fit, toned in all the right places. Some signs of age, stretch marks from pregnancy, and a few spots of loose flesh, but still good enough to feel comfortable running topless on a Caribbean beach. Still sexy enough for Sterling to feel her up and fuck her on that beach at night, away from all the lights and people. And still a cute fat little ass, she thought, giving herself a slap as she turned to go, picking her bra up off the floor as she left. As she approached her office, she heard her phone buzzing in her purse, and she ran to get it, certain that it was Sterling. "Hi, honey," she said when she saw that it was. "How are things going? You be home soon?" "Yes, I should have left a while ago, but I got distracted, thinking about our vacation." He laughed. "Were you telling people about it?" "Oh, no, I'm all alone. Hang on a second." She lifted her phone, struck a pose, and took a picture of herself, which she sent to him. "You little fox," he said when he got it. "I guess you are alone, unless your office has new rules." It was her turn to laugh. "I'll get dressed and come home. Be there shortly." "No, don't get dressed. It would be much more fun for you to head out to the car like that." "Oh, I can't do that," she said dismissively. She was reaching for her bra when he said, "I dare you" with such an authoritative tone that she froze. "Switch to FaceTime," he said. Within a couple seconds, the FaceTime signal sounded on her phone. She answered it, and there was his face, smiling at her, with a commanding look. "I dare you," he said again. "I can't walk out of here naked like this," she said, although she felt her resolve weakening. "It's getting dark, and there's probably nobody else around." She looked at him silently, feeling both fear building inside her and a tingling in her pussy. After a brief silence, he said, "Pack your clothes into your shoulder bag, and head out. Keep the camera focused on yourself the whole way." She stared at his image on her phone screen for several seconds, then propped the phone on her desk so she could start picking up her clothes. After stuffing her skirt, stockings, and blouse into her bag, she held up her flats. "Okay if I wear my shoes so I can walk on the asphalt?" Sterling nodded, and she put them on. Then she held up her bra with a hopeful look. He shook his head no, and she reluctantly put it into the bag. "What about my jacket? It's short and won't even cover my ass, but just in case somebody comes by? I'd leave it open . . ." He stared at her for a while. "Sling it over your bag, so you can grab it if you need to." She was about to protest, but she raised his hand to stop her. "And carry your phone so I can watch you the whole way." She stood there, feeling exposed and defeated, even though logic told her that she could easily say, "Screw you," get dressed, and head home, and life would progress as before. Yet there was an itch, not just the physical itch in her pussy that wanted to be rubbed, but also a sort of metaphorical or spiritual itch, something extravagant that wanted to be expressed and celebrated despite the risk. She picked up her bag and looped the straps over her shoulder, then hung her jacket over the top of her bag, carrying it under her arm. With a sigh of resignation, she picked up the phone, aimed it to get as much of her body as she could, smiled bravely at her husband, and headed out. When she stepped into the office's reception area, with its street-level windows and glass doors, her body quivered, and her knees felt rubbery. She took a deep breath and moved past the empty seats and reception desk to the door. She held it open for a few seconds, to see if she could hear anything, then stepped into the hallway. As the door closed behind her, she felt completely vulnerable. Again, logic did not help. She knew she could dig out her keys and get back in, but she felt totally exposed, particularly since there was nothing to hide behind in the lobby. Plus, she suddenly wondered whether there was a security guard to do rounds of the building. She knew they did not have a security desk in the lobby, but the thought of somebody checking for intruders gave her the chills. Once she saw that the main lobby was empty, she made a dash for the glass doors, which opened automatically for her and closed just as automatically behind her. Now that she was outdoors, the sounds around her changed significantly. There were traffic sounds from the street two blocks away, the sounds of the evening breeze carrying voices and other random noise. She looked left and right quickly to see if anybody was nearby, then started moving toward the corner of the building to get to the parking lot. She had goosebumps all over her body, and her nipples were throbbingly hard, while her pussy was developing new forms of tingling. And she was sweating, even though the breeze was cool. As soon as she rounded the corner of the building, a car came out from behind the neighboring office building and headed her way. She jumped back around the corner and down behind the one bush along the front of the building. She realized belatedly that it was a holly bush, and the leaves scratched her ass, arms, tits, and even her face as she sought cover. She gave a little shriek of surprise, but she hid there till the car had gone and she was sure nobody else was coming. "Hey, what's going on?" she heard Sterling saying from the phone, and she tried to get him back into proper viewing position. In the process, she shifted herself slightly, and some of the holly leaves stuck her in the ass and pricked her pussy lips. "Ow! . . . A car was coming, and I jumped behind a bush for cover, but it's a holly bush, and I'm scratched up. Now it just stabbed me around my pussy and ass." She heard him laughing from the phone. She looked at him to see that his eyes were closed from laughing so hard, so she decided that now was a good time to make a dash for the car, even if he missed it. She stood up from behind the bush, looked in all directions and listened as best she could, then set out on a run, holding the camera at arm's length as her tiny tits and fat little ass bounced with every step. She had dug her key out of her purse while she was hiding and pushed the button to open the door as soon as she was within sight. The car lights came on, and she headed right for them, pulled open the driver's door, threw her bag and jacket across to the passenger seat, and jumped in, closing the door behind her. "Damn," she said, when the dome light stayed lit for several seconds. She had forgotten about that feature of most cars these days, convenient for when you wanted to find where to put your key at night, but not so much when you want to keep anybody from seeing you sitting behind the steering wheel naked. Finally, it faded out, and, though a little breathless, she gave a huge sigh of relief. "Nice work," Sterling said from the phone. "Now, one more step." "No, I'm getting dressed and coming home." "Before you do," he continued, paying no attention to her, "put the phone on its stand on the dashboard, keep it on FaceTime, and make sure it's facing you." "Why?" "Because you need to rub yourself until you cum, and I want to watch." "Sterling!" she starts to protest. "You need to finish the job, princess. Aren't you horny from your topless dash?" As she stared at his face on her phone screen, she thought about her body. She was still a little breathless, she still had goosebumps, her nipples were still hard, her legs were trembling from the run, she was still titching from where the holly had scratched her, and yes, her pussy was wet and tingling. "Yes," she finally admitted. She put the phone into the dashboard holder, then moved the seat back and lowered the back, giving herself room to spread her legs. She ran her fingers over the front of her panties, pressing down onto her mound over her clit. Immediately, her pussy started throbbing, and waves of sensual joy began pulsing through her body. Her pussy had already been primed from her earlier orgasm in the office, now heightened by her daring run. With just a few strokes, she was already gasping in ecstasy and writhing in her front seat. She heard, "Pull your panties aside," from the phone, and one hand pulled the panties to the side, while the other pressed down further to rub her pussy lips as well as her clit. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she hunkered down further in her seat as the waves built up in her pussy and throughout her body, coming together until her stomach and pelvis clenched at the same time and she gasped intensely once, twice, three times. Then she began to loosen up, her muscles and nerves relaxing, her breath drifting back to normal, her fingers gliding smoothly over her relaxing mound. When she had recovered, she smiled at Sterling in the phone and reached for her bra. "I'll be home soon," she said and blew him a kiss. The Dare MD Ch. 02 Dr. Dare takes more naked risks and runs into a colleague. In the first few weeks after her naked dash out of her office, Andrea, a local family doctor, tried a few other dares, sometimes on her own, sometimes with her husband Sterling. On one of her weekday morning jogs, she wore a strapless halter top that she could pull down when she was sure she was alone and let her little tits bounce free. She also bought some tighter shorts that left half of her butt cheeks exposed. Another day, Sterling went with her and took pictures of her jogging topless and then posing naked by the side of the road. On a nice weekend, the whole family, along with the nanny, went to the park. Sterling had persuaded her to wear a lightweight jumper with nothing on underneath. While the nanny took the children to the playground, he and Andrea walked along some of the emptier pathways leading away from the busy park. He stayed behind her and filmed upskirt glimpses of her naked bottom. When they reached a secluded section with a bench, he persuaded to sit and pull the top of the jumper down so she could play with her tits. After a while, he started photographing and filming her efforts. When he suggested she pull the bottom aside and play with her pussy, she hesitated. "What are you going to do with these pictures and videos?" He shrugged. "Keep them to watch later. I don't know, maybe we can post them somewhere." She was startled and covered herself. "We can't do that. I can't let people see me doing this sort of thing!" "We'll keep it anonymous, edit out your face. You'll be safe. This is just for our fun." She looked at him for a moment, seeing that quirky smile that always got to her. She smiled back, then spread her legs, propping up on the bench, and pulled the crotch of the jumper aside. While she kept looking around to make sure nobody could see her, she ran her fingers lightly down along her prominent pussy lips. With a few strokes from side to side, she loosened them and began spreading them open. The cool air felt nice on the soft folds, perhaps as they were starting to get a little wet from her touch. She used fingers from both hands to spread the wings apart, and she was rewarded with Sterling's rapt attention. She knew he loved to see her play with herself like this, and being outdoors added a special treat to it. She lightly touched her clit with one finger, and a thrill went through her whole body. Sterling seemed to have a quiver of his own, maybe shaking the video picture. Then she saw somebody turn the corner of the pathway leading to the bench, and she closed her legs and pretended to take an interest in something on the ground, so she could pull the jumper back over her tits. When they had passed, she stood up and held out her hand to Sterling. "Let's go back to play with the kids. I think that's enough for a first day out." That night, as they lay in bed snuggling against each other's nakedness, Sterling told her about an incident from long before they had met. "I was in the checkout line at the grocery store, and in front of me was a woman in a loose sundress. Every time she bent down to get something out of the cart, her dress fell forward, and I could see her bare tits and all the way down to her panties. I want you to do the same, except no panties." Andrea rubbed her hand over his chest, relishing the ups and downs of his torso. "I have just the dress for that. I haven't worn it in a while, but it's loose and will hang down when I bend over. Plus, it's got buttons down the front." She moved herself on top of him, pressing her naked body against his, running her hands through his hair, and kissing him deeply and long. She soon felt him growing between her legs, just as her pussy was getting west, and it was not long before he was inside her. Any other ideas or conversation threads were lost for the time being. They chose a Tuesday evening for their grocery store visit and a store well out of town, to reduce the likelihood of running across anybody they knew, particularly any of Andrea's patients or Sterling's law clients. When they got to the store around 8:30, she was surprised and a little nervous about the number of cars in the parking lot. They backed into a space at the end of the lot, bordered by some trees and bushes. Before they headed into the store, Sterling undid two buttons from the top of her dress and two from the bottom. Not enough to expose her -- yet, he thought -- but enough to start raising the stakes. She gripped his hand nervously as they headed to the store. Sterling mounted his small camera onto the shopping cart, nestling it against the backpack he had put in the child seat, so it would not be too obvious. Andrea was pleased to see that the store was not all that crowded, despite the number of cars. They started in the produce section. Andrea bent over the layouts of fruits and vegetables, and Sterling took some pictures. Every now and then, when she was sure nobody could see, she flipped up her skirt and gave him a shot of her ass. Next to the produce section were the deli, cheese, and prepared foods counters. These got Andrea to bend over to point to things she wanted, but Sterling was disappointed at how little reaction he was getting from the people behind the counter. As they worked their way toward the first aisle, he decided she needed to be a little more daring. Before they turned the corner, he undid another two buttons from the top. Andrea was a little more nervous as she made her way down the aisle, full of health foods. Her dress opened nicely when she bent over to put in a couple cans of soup, and she was willing to spread her legs when she knelt down to get something off the bottom shelf, and to lift the back of her skirt and flash her ass as she sashayed down the aisle. She still turned away or covered herself when another shopper turned into their aisle. When they turned into the next aisle, Sterling pulled her aside and said, "Go up to that woman, and ask her about something on a lower shelf. Bend down in front of her, and take the box to show her." Andrea was nervous as she approached the woman. "Excuse me," she said. "Do you know anything about this dressing?" She bent down to pick up a bottle from the lower shelf, and the top of her dress fell a little more open as she stood up, exposing a bit more of her little breasts. The woman looked flustered, and said no she didn't, then turned quickly and walked away. Andrea turned to Sterling, who shrugged and said, "better luck next time," as he drew close to her. There was a man in the next aisle, and he seemed to find several ways to say that he did not know anything about the soup that she had picked off the bottom shelf, though he looked very happy at the prospect of helping her out. She and Sterling chuckled as they rounded the corner to the next aisle. The next few times she tried, Andrea had better luck picking candidates who could be fun, and she got more into the game, to the point where Sterling was having a little trouble keeping up with her. They were alone in one of the frozen food aisles, and Andrea played with exposing her tits with the freezer doors open. A couple times, she pressed her bare tit against the inside of the door, giving herself goosebumps and leaving a nipple print on the inside. The frost had built up on one of the doors from her holding it open so often that she almost got caught when a store employee rounded one corner, coming to stock the shelves, and a customer came round the other corner. Beyond the frozen food section, the store became somewhat of a warehouse with stacks of paper towels, toilet paper, and other household supplies. These aisles lent themselves to a different kind of fun. At one point, Andrea stepped in between the stacks and lifted up her dress for Sterling to film and get some pictures of her naked body. In another stack, she pulled him in with her, and they kissed and felt each other up. He managed to undo two more of her top buttons and one down below, while she reached in and stroked his cock, commando inside his sweatpants. When they stepped out, her dress was open to below her little tits, so it would not take much to expose her, and his hardon was pressing out against the leg of his pants. "I'm going to have to hide behind the cart till this settles down," he laughed as he started to push the shopping cart down the aisle. She danced down the aisle in front of him, spinning around once and pulling the dress open to flash her tits for the camera. She laughed, pulled her dress back together, and spun around to turn back around the corner, starting her way back to the center of the store. As Sterling started to follow her, he heard her give a little yelp. When he rounded the corner to turn into the next aisle, he saw her standing across from a cart being held by a slightly older man smiling at her. She seemed flustered as she turned toward Sterling. "Um, this is . . . " she stammered and waved her hand toward the other man. "Hi, Bill Berman," the man said with a relaxed smile. "I work with Andrea at the practice." "He's the head doctor," Andrea managed to get out before stepping back toward Sterling. "This is my husband," she said with a gulp. "Hi, Sterling Crawford," he said and stuck out his hand, taking care to stay behind the cart as best he could. The two men shook hands, while Andrea stood off on the side, looking somewhat shell-shocked. "Have you come up here before?" Bill asked. "It seems kind of far away for you." Sterling shrugged as he made up a story. "We were visiting some friends nearby and decided to give it a try. We'd heard good things about it. How about you?" "I moved up here a year ago when I split from my wife." He laughed. "It took me a while to figure out how to cook for myself, and I got in the habit of organizing my shopping one night a week. Figured Tuesday was the slowest night." He started moving down the aisle. "I'm not really the head doctor, I've maybe been there longer than the others, and one of three partners. But Andrea's pretty close to getting to the partner level." Andrea was walking next to Sterling, trying somewhat to hide behind him. "We'll see," she laughed, trying to get over her nervousness in her colleague's presence. "You know what?" Sterling said, stopping the cart. "Don't we need some tissues? Can you get some over there, honey?" She bit her lip. She was sure he had no idea whether they needed tissues or not. He just wanted her to walk over and pick something off the lower shelf, so she would expose herself to some degree. She discreetly smacked his arm and headed out across the aisle, crossing in front of Bill's cart. He stopped and watched her go, bend down, get a box of tissues, and drop them in her cart. She saw that he was watching her, though she could not read the expression on his face. She was not sure whether he was disapproving or taking time to enjoy the sight of her tits. Sterling moved on down to the end of the aisle, then headed toward the center of the store, skipping the frozen food aisles. Bill seemed to be following right along. In the next few aisles, Sterling found something else for Andrea to pick up, usually from a lower shelf, though sometimes from a higher one, giving her a chance to expose her butt. Bill kept pace with them, sometimes getting something for himself, usually from a lower shelf so he could presumably get a glimpse up the lower part of Andrea's dress. At first embarrassed by having exposed herself to a colleague who probably had the power to discipline or even fire her, Andrea found herself getting turned on by Bill's steady attention to her. She started chatting with him, about his separation, learning to be newly single, how his children were doing with the divorce, what he liked to make for dinner. She even suggested a couple of foods that would be easy to make. Sterling managed to continue discreetly taking pictures and recording her. When they got to the checkout line, Sterling maneuvered himself to go ahead of Andrea, yet leave her in front of the cart, so she would have to bend over to take the groceries out and put them on the belt. Every time she did so, of course, her dress fell open, giving Bill, who was next in line, a clear view of her tits and stomach and maybe all the way down to her pussy. He made no effort to look away. When they had paid and packed everything up, Andrea waved to Bill and said she would see him the next day. On the way out of the store, Andrea took two bags, while Sterling had one, so he could handle the camera. She led the way back to the car, swishing her dress as she strode across the parking lot. When they crossed into a pool of light, she lifted it over her ass. She even managed to spin around once, letting the whole thing spin around, since she had unbuttoned the last of the buttons, and the dress was flying free. When they got to the car, she popped the trunk, which slowly opened, and she turned to Sterling as she lay her bags onto the floor of the trunk and lifted the dress off of her shoulders, exposing herself completely naked. He put his bag down and tried to prop the camera somewhere, then wrapped his arms around her as they hid between the car and the trees along the road. "You've gone crazy," he said as she lifted up his t-shirt and slid her hands down inside his sweatpants. She pressed her naked body tightly against his, kissing him wet and deep, and feeling his cock throbbing against her leg. He turned her around and bent her over, and she braced her arms against th3 floor of the trunk. He shoved the dress up to her shoulders so he could see her back and fat little ass in the dim light from the street lamps. He ran his hands over her well-muscled back and reached around to grab her bare little tits. She moaned as he squeezed her and pressed himself against her. He pulled her up a little, keeping one tit covered and running his other hand down her stomach until he reached her generous pussy lips and stroked along them. She gasped louder as his fingers delved between her folds of tangled flesh, making them wet and sending waves of pleasure through her body. She reached back to find the waist of his sweatpants and push it down as best she could over his ass, brushing her fingers against the cool skin of his hips. It was his turn to moan, and she maneuvered the band of the pants down over his ass and down his legs till his cock sprang out and bounced against her bare legs. They heard cars on the other side of the trees along the parking lot, but they didn't care. He bent her forward till she reached the floor of the trunk, then slid the end of his cock up and down between her wet, throbbing pussy lips till he found the opening and slid himself deep into her cunt. She groaned as he filled her, his cock growing as he plunged inside her, then slid back and forth. He loved looking at her fat little ass as he fucked her and seeing her thick pussy lips wrap around his thrusting shaft. Bending over her, he reached around to grab her tits and tweak her nipples, triggering more squeals of pleasure from her as she pressed back against his thrusts. Before too long, his cock erupted inside her, and he yelled in relief as he filled her. Her arms collapsed, and she put her head down to receive all of him. He squeezed her butt cheeks as the last of his cum pulsed into her, then slowly he let his cock slide out and he watched his cum drip out of her swollen pussy, letting his own last few drops land on her leg, cold dots in the night breeze. He pulled up his sweatpants, then helped her stand and guided her to the passenger seat. "Keep your dress open, and prop your feet up on the dashboard for the ride home." She looked at him in a daze, smiling, then climbed into the seat and put her feet up, as directed. He handed her the seatbelt and went around to his side. They drove out of the parking lot without being observed, and when they got onto the local highway, she started rubbing her mound, pressing against her clit and pussy lips. He glanced at her the first time she moaned and smiled. It was a nice long ride, should give her plenty of time to cum and provide him with some entertainment as well. Much better than the radio or a CD. The Dare MD Ch. 03 She looks for new places to expose herself. FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK after their grocery store dare, Andrea had to concentrate really hard on each patient to make sure she did not make any mistakes. Every now and then, a memory of her colleague Bill looking down her dress would sneak into her awareness, and she had to force herself to push it away. It was even more exasperating that he did not say anything about their encounter and just concentrated on business as usual. The week went quietly, and when she got home Friday night, Sterling met her with plans to go out to dinner. He had made arrangements for the babysitter and would go get her while Andrea relaxed and took a bath. "Don't get dressed till I come back," he said, kissing her on his way out. As she lay in the warm bath, she was surprised to realize how much tension she had been holding, as it drained out of her. She let herself drift and allowed herself to wonder what Bill must have thought when he looked down her dress at her naked body. And why had he not said anything? As she wondered, her hand drifted down toward her pussy and stroked it. The warmth of the bath and the touch of her hand brought a smile to her face, and she relaxed even further. In the distance, she heard the sound of their front door, indicating that Sterling had returned from picking up the babysitter. She sat up and washed herself off quickly, then got out and was drying herself off when he tapped on the door and came in, carrying the camera. She was so used to him showing up with his camera whenever she was naked or undressing that it no longer made her nervous. He did not start filming her till she was in the bedroom, brushing and straightening her hair. "Are you getting my fat little ass?" she asked playfully, "and my tiny tits?" "Your tits aren't tiny," he answered, playing their usual game. "Small, but not tiny. And I love them." She laughed and headed toward her underwear drawer. "No panties," he said. She giggled and pulled out her favorite suspender tights. He filmed her closely as she pulled them on, making sure to get some shots of her ass shaking as she made the final adjustments, and then as she walked around, modeling herself for him. Then came the short grey dress with a zipper up the front, all the way from top to bottom. She gave him a few sexy poses, and he put the camera away. She checked in with the babysitter for some last-minute reminders, kissed the children goodbye, and they drove off. She leaned back in the passenger seat and let the breeze from the window play with her hair and blow the rest of the tension away. She pulled the dress up a little and let the breeze play on her bare skin, tickling her stomach and pussy. She knew they were going to be a little naughty tonight, so she might as well get a head start. "You look so much more relaxed," Sterling said as they got out of the car. He had parked a few blocks away from the restaurant, so she could walk down a couple of side streets and flash her ass for the camera. "I had been worried about how Bill, the doctor we saw at the grocery store, would react to seeing us," she said as she started down the street. "It was nerve-wracking that he didn't say anything. I couldn't figure him out, but then he's sort of like that." She took a little twirl and lifted her dress as Sterling let her get ahead of him. He took a few pictures of her ass, then a short video. There was a park at the end of the street, where she sat on a bench with her legs open so he could get a few more views of her bare pussy before they went in for dinner. After they placed their order, she unzipped the top of her dress and gave him a few glimpses of her tits, playing with her nipples as he did so. When the server brought their salads, she had to turn to the side to keep herself covered while Stirling put the camera down. "You still haven't told me what you plan to do with all these pictures and videos," she said when they were alone. "You've been spending a lot of time editing them. You must have something in mind." "I've been doing some research," he said as he took a bite of salad. She chuckled in response. "I bet that's been fun." "It's had its moments. I've found a few sites where people post their own videos. Some are easier to navigate than others, and some make it easier for people to comment on the videos. I think that would be a big part of the fun, seeing what people say. Selling them would be nice, but mostly you want to get some reaction from them, right?" She chewed thoughtfully for a few moments and shifted on her bench. "Strangers seeing me naked, even if they don't see all of me? That's turning me on." Sterling slowly reached down for the camera and aimed it at her under the table. "Let's see," he said. He flipped up the live view screen and aimed the camera at her. She spread her legs and rotated her hips slightly to give him a better view of her pussy. "Pull the dress up more," he said softly, "so I can get more light on you." She shifted back on the bench and pulled the dress up, flooding her pussy and surrounding area with light. He was filming when she pulled the skirt down and closed her legs. "Everything all right?" The server had come up to the table. "The main course should be ready in a couple of minutes." "Thanks," Andrea said calmly, then pulled her dress back up when they were alone. "It's important to pay attention," she said with a smile. She reached down with both hands and pulled her pussy lips apart for a few moments. He filmed a little bit more, then they both went back to eating. After the main course had been delivered, he went back to talking about the sites he had researched. "There's one called 'allmyvideos,' where people post their stuff and offer them for sale. People can follow you or just buy individual vids. There's another called 'ForFans,' which is more of a membership site, where there's more room for comments. Other sites that have different features. I've saved a bunch on my laptop. We can look them over when we get home." The rest of dinner was punctuated with some more tit and pussy flashes, sending them both into quiet fits of laughter and pleasure. As they waited for dessert and coffee, Sterling leaned forward and said, "Come on, play with yourself while we're waiting." He turned his camera on and aimed it under the table. "And keep a finger in there while they're serving." She scowled at him and did as he requested, using both hands to spread her pussy lips and stroke the soft skin to get herself loose and wet. She slid one and then two fingers from her left hand into the tight opening, then raised the other hand onto the table and seemed to casually lean on it while the server poured the coffee. Sterling could tell from the look on her face and her enforced stillness that she was stroking herself while the server was there. He would be able to see the video when they got home, but he really wished he could have got a double-screen view of above and below the table. He was trying to keep from chuckling as he saw more clearly that she was struggling, probably clenching her pelvic muscles to control herself. When the server walked away, she let out a gasp of air, but stayed bent over, still biting her lip and rocking slightly. Sterling sat back, the camera focused on her, and he could see in the live view screen that her fingers were still working her pussy. After a couple minutes, he saw her hips twitch, and then she let out another gasp of air. Then she sat back and smiled at him. She sucked lightly on the tip of her finger before picking up her spoon to have some dessert. Sterling glanced down at the camera and saw that, in leaning back, she had spread her legs even further, exposing herself to the camera even more. They finished their dessert and coffee in a satisfied silence. WHEN THEY GOT HOME, Andrea took the babysitter home. Sterling was in bed when she got back, reading from his laptop, and it did not take her long to strip and get ready for bed. She crawled in on her side and snuggled next to him, savoring the feel of their skin against each other. She slid her hand behind his arm and leaned her cheek on his shoulder. "So, what do you want to show me?" He ran his finger over the laptop trackpad to open the screen. "This is one of the ones I talked about, Allmyvids, where people post all sorts of stuff, from pretty tame to really raunchy. You can let them know whether you're interested in men, women, transgender, or anything. You can search by topic or theme, or you can follow particular people." "Mmmm, you've done a lot of research." She pressed herself more firmly against him and gently bit his shoulder. "You wanted to know what sort of sites we could post pictures and videos on," he said somewhat defensively. She leaned against him. "Sorry," she said. "Here's the other major one, ForFans. You have to join before you can see previews, and you have to subscribe before you can see previews or buy videos. This site is built to include a lot of comment and even discussion. Again, there are a lot of different kinds of themes, and you can get pretty wild." "Have you signed up for anybody?" She pressed her leg against his and looked closer at the screen. "What turns you on? Oh, I'm sorry, where has your research led you?" He laughed and selected another tab. "Here's one site, a teacher who's a swinger. It looks like she posts daily pictures of herself getting dressed or undressed, and then occasional pay-per-view videos of their swinging escapades. This one seems to be a secretary who wants to be a pornstar, and this one seems to just want to have fun. She and the teacher both keep their faces out of their pictures and, I presume, their videos." Andrea had slid down and was running her hand up Sterling's leg, no doubt aiming toward his cock. "Are you paying attention?" he asked while spreading his legs slightly more open. "Yes, the teacher keeps her face hidden, and the secretary wants to be a porn star. Go on." She had slid her hand beneath his thigh and was lightly stroking his ball sack. He sighed and flipped to the next page. "This other site offers clips for sale, and you can search them by subject or person. You sort of have to know what you're looking for." He paused as she had slid her hand further under his balls and was starting to roll them between her fingers. "This last one . . . ummm ... has a lot of other kinds of . . . like, ummm, blogs and political, um . . . And . . . " He drifted off as she pushed his legs apart and moved herself down to where she was kissing his thigh and inserting herself between his legs. "I'll put this list of all the links and passwords on your bedside table," he struggled to say as he put his laptop onto his own table. He threw the blanket aside so he could see her as she slowly dragged her tongue up the length of his stiffening cock. She gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft and circled her tongue around the head. "I heard everything you said," she said, resting her lips against the soft bulge. "Allmyvideos," and she dragged her lips along the head. "Forfans," and dragged the tip of her tongue along his little slit. "The one that sells clips," her lips again, "and the one with the political stuff," and she wrapped her lips around the head and slid down till she touched her hand. He moaned, and she felt him quiver and grow. Fuck, she loved the feel of his cock inside her mouth, the sense of power and control it gave her to push him to levels of passion with her fingers and tongue and lips and sometimes her teeth. And the contrast between the stiffening cock in her mouth and the playful softness of his balls, as she brought her other hand up to roll and stroke them. She started to slide down further, to test how far she could take him down her throat, when he began to shift. He rolled his hips to the side, giving her enough warning and support to roll herself over his leg as he straddled her. Her eyes went a bit wide, since this change in position was pushing his cock further toward her throat than she had planned, but he lifted himself up slightly so that he did not choke her. Once he had finished shifting, he was straddling her head and gently sliding in and out of her mouth, taking control without losing the warmth of her lips wrapped around him. After a few minutes, he shifted again, this time to the side, rotating her head toward him, so she was on her back, reaching toward his cock, and he could reach down to spread her legs and play with her wet, thick pussy lips. She was unable to keep him in her mouth as he plunged his fingers and out of her. "Fuck me," she gasped and tried again to reach his throbbing cock. With two swift moves, he moved between her spread-out legs and stroked the engorged head of his cock between her thick lips, found her hole right away, and slid into the lubricated space yearning for him. The sound that came out of her as his rod filled her cunt was more of a growl than a moan. She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails in, pulling him down toward her, her groans begging him to fill her, pump her, ravage every nerve of her hungry pussy till she was a limp rag bathed in sweat. She was no longer the sedate doctor, wisely interpreting a patient's symptoms and offering informed guidance and gentle advice. She was a lioness roaring for her mate, a whore begging to be ravaged and filled with her daddy's cum. Sometimes, she could frighten Sterling with her needs, but that night he was ready for her, and he wanted to feed her, wring her out, fill her up. This night, she would be his to own and use. She loved when he got carried away, losing himself in his own frenzy of fucking her. She did not always cum when he got like this, but she reveled in his passion, his sweat, and his power, demonstrated in his thrusting and groaning. As she sensed him getting closer to his breaking point, she dug her nails deeper and locked her legs around his waist as his body tightened in intensity and his thrusts grew deeper yet shorter. Then with a loud gasp, his body quivered until he finally burst inside her, his cock erupting into her cunt with each thrust and gasp. She released her own breath in a loud moan, tightening her cunt muscles around his pulsing cock, yearning to keep every drop of his cum inside her. Finally, with a long sighing moan, he relaxed onto her and she held him close, comforting him with her stroking hand, soft breaths against his cheek, as his last pulses of energy seeped into her. As their passion faded, they eased into their well-established routine of him sliding out of her, and her rolling slightly sideways to let him move next to her. She kept her arms around him as they drifted off into a post-fucking haze. After a few minutes, they shifted around to their usual sleeping positions, where they fell asleep. HER PHONE READ 1:47. She had been awake for a few minutes and was not feeling like she would fall back asleep soon. Sterling was breathing regularly next to her, the semi-snore of his regular sleep. She quietly slid out from under the cover, took the piece of paper that he had placed on her bedside table, and headed out to her office to pick up her laptop. She took it into the guest room, where she could stretch out on the bed. She lay back and stared at the ceiling, absent-mindedly letting her fingers drift over her body as she marveled at what she was considering. Even though she had been nervous for half the week, the knowledge that she had exposed herself to a colleague turned her on, even though she knew that could get her into trouble. And now she was on the verge of posting pictures and videos of herself, naked, on a public forum. Yes, she would keep her face hidden, but her breasts—her tiny tits— and her fat little ass would be on display. The whole idea was turning her on. The night air was a little cool, so she grabbed the decorative blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it over her shoulders. She turned on the laptop and looked at the paper Sterling had left for her while it booted up. She was familiar with the last site he had mentioned, since she subscribed to a couple of the semi-political sites hosted there. It seemed an unlikely place to attract viewers, so she turned her attention to the clips site. At first, it seemed overwhelming, with a lot of attention to fetishes, from bondage, foot adoration, peeing, wearing diapers, to other activities she had never even thought of. She finally opened the Categories tab and clicked on Exhibitionism. The range of people of all ages who were seemingly eager to expose themselves in one way or another was again astonishing. The first link in the long list took her to a page of videos by a European woman, who wore extremely short skirts and open, mesh, or see-through blouses, while wandering through European resort towns. Her face was always off camera or blurred, while her pierced tits and pussy were always exposed to some degree. Some of the previews suggested that she often masturbated in public areas, along the side of roads, in parks, on hotel balconies. Andrea guessed that the woman was in her 40s and, aside from the piercings, was totally natural. She looked totally hot, and Andrea felt her pussy twitching at what she saw. . The first of the sites where Sterling had written down a password, allmyvideos, opened to a page of previews of live shows, followed by a variety of categories, each with short clips to highlight the individuals. She had recently learned the meaning of MILF, one of the categories she would fit in, and she clicked on the option to see more of those previews. Again, the range of ages, styles, weights, and body types of women and their offerings was staggering, some of them getting into things that Andrea had never heard about or would never consider. There was a link under Sterling's pseudonym for Purchase History, so she clicked on that. She saw several videos featuring a younger woman going by the name ChelseaManor, which could be real or fake. This may be the secretary he had mentioned. A few of her videos showed her masturbating at work under her desk, sometimes with a dildo. Andrea watched a couple of these to see if she could figure out how she had placed her camera. She also noticed that the woman, probably in her 20s, seemed adept at filming herself from several angles, something Andrea needed to practice. When she went to check the other site Sterling had subscribed to, Forfans, Andrea realized that she had been unconsciously stroking her pussy and had slid her finger into herself, up to the second knuckle. "Behave," she laughed and told herself, "I've got research to conduct." The opening page of Forfans was just a log-in, so she entered the password Sterling had written down. The site opened to a series of pictures from at least three women, presumably the sites he had subscribed to. The first must be the swinging teacher he mentioned, as she looked at a picture of a well-built woman, probably in her 40s, from the shoulder down, wearing high heels and lace panties. The caption read, "Do you think I should wear these crotchless panties for my teacher parent conferences tonight?" Andrea clicked on the name of the woman in the next picture and got an introductory page that described her as "a fit hotwife and working mom who loves to fuck." The woman obviously worked out, since her pictures showed off her developed biceps, tight stomach, and muscular legs. She had a lot of videos posted with descriptions of sex with her husband and his friends, other women, various toys, and possibly more. Looking back and forth between the pictures of these two women, Andrea realized that they both showed signs of age, stretch marks on their stomach and ass, some slight folds of skin that even vigorous exercise would not prevent. While the hotwife had obviously had breast implants, the teacher's breasts had some sag. Thinking back to the European exhibitionist from the earlier site she had looked at, Andrea remembered her breasts as being fairly small with eraserhead nipples that she could poke through mesh shirts or clamp special jewelry onto. So maybe she should not worry about her own small tits or her fat little ass. These sites seemed to have room for all sizes and shortcomings. Once again, Andrea realized that two fingers from her left hand had found their way inside her wet pussy. Her thumb was rubbing her clit, and her breathing had turned shallow. She moved the laptop to a safe place and let herself sink into the pillows on the guest bed. She brought her fingers up to her nose and inhaled deeply, sucking in the musky aroma of her sensual moistness, then let them drift down to her lips, where she sucked them into her mouth. While she held them there, her right hand began drawing circles around her abdomen and mound, gradually closing in on the spot just above her pussy, where she could press on her clit and the surrounding area, generating more waves to course through her body. As the intensity grew, she rolled over and stuck her ass slightly up in the air. She reached her pussy and began stroking and separating her thick pussy lips, till she could slide her middle finger between them and slide into her slick cunt. She gasped as her finger triggered more waves of passion inside her, and she imagined Sterling at the foot of the bed, looking up at her, even filming her as she played with herself for her imagined audience. Then suddenly, the image of Sterling shifted to Bill Berman, her fellow doctor, and she quivered as she imagined him looking up between her legs, watching her finger-fuck herself with that same studied intensity he showed at the grocery store as she bent over to empty the shopping cart. Then it was Paul. Fuck, where had he come from? Paul, her boyfriend at college who had introduced her to Alyssa, who persuaded her to pose nude for a photographer friend, who invited herself to sleep over and make out with her and Paul, to share his cum, and to teach Andrea how to go down on her. She had forgotten about all that, but now the memories were driving her to a frenzy as her fingers pounded her pussy. She rolled over onto her back again, still pounding, legs spread as wide as they could go, her thumb rubbing her clit, her left hand squeezing her tits, pulling her nipples, as she gasped and her body shook several times with the force of a sudden orgasm. Her whole body shook several times, each time a little less intense, as the orgasm worked its way through her. Fuck, she thought that was the most intense I can remember. Her shoulders drooped, and she lay on the bed, legs open, her fingers resting on her wet, swollen pussy. Her breath was slowing down, coming back to normal, when she wondered, "where's my vibrator?" That's right, the vibrator that she'd bought in her second year at medical school, when she was so tense and so overwhelmed with her studies, and one of her fellow students had said she should get one because it was a great way to relieve tension. Who was that? Andrea had been so shocked at the suggestion that she just nodded and turned away. Still, she had bought it, online so nobody would know, and she had used it often in the privacy of her bedroom. Yet after that, she had become so sedate, it seemed, after her wild year or so with Paul and Alyssa. Where they are now, she wondered. As she relaxed, her mind wandered through the house, trying to remember where she might have hidden the vibrator. She was certain she had not thrown it out, but it was not something she would have shared with Sterling. That was not something they would have done early in their marriage, or at least she would have done. Then she remembered some of the pictures he had taken during their honeymoon, when he had persuaded her to strip naked on the beach when it was deserted. And hadn't he taken pictures of her in bed, naked, her legs spread in obscene desire? She giggled and found that her fingers had once again found their way to her garden of delight. She laughed out loud. That was one of Alyssa's terms, usually delivered ironically. And what had she called Andrea's labia, her long and thick pussy lips? The curtains to paradise. She remembered Alyssa's gentle touch, spreading her open and licking gently along the slick surface, teasing her clit with her tongue, sucking Andrea into her mouth, then sliding her tongue up into Andrea's cunt. She remembered the softness of Alyssa's little tits against hers, and the two of them licking Paul's cum off their faces. Mmmm, fuuuccckkk, what am I doing, she wondered as her fingers pushed back inside her cunt, now throbbing at the memories that she had pushed aside for so long. Yet wouldn't Sterling want to know? What would his cock do to her as she told him about this part of her past? Memories and fingers drove her into another thrashing orgasm. She rolled over and buried her head into one of the pillows, biting into it as she groaned and shook with bursting passion. She thrashed time and again, and then sagged into the mattress and pillows. She was a sweaty, limp rag, and she was sure she would have to wash the covers before anybody else saw them. She had dozed off, apparently, since she woke up, not sure at first where she was. She rolled back to pull her head out from where she had wedged it between the pillows. Her ass had rolled over onto something hard, her phone, she realized, and she pulled it out from under herself. 3:23. She had been there for an hour and a half, she thought, maybe more? Her pussy was tingling, but she told herself to leave it alone for now. She should get some sleep to be ready for work tomorrow. Or later today, she told herself. A tangle of hair fell in front of her face when she sat up. She giggled. Dr. Crawford, always so well put together, the smiling beauty in their staff pictures, the well-posed couple in the school fund-raiser publications, the one they often asked to speak at groups about health issues since she was so cute. Come see me now! She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, naked, tousled, a come-fuck-me hairdo if she had ever seen one. She put her hands in her hair and cocked her hip. Is it proper for a doctor to shave her pussy, she thought. Something else Alyssa taught me. I wonder where she is now. She looked at the rumpled bed. I'll fix it tomorrow, she thought, as she turned out the light and headed down the hall to slip in next to Sterling. Oh, have I got stories to tell him, she thought, new sites to explore, toys to buy. Some things I just might keep secret for myself, she thought with a smile as she turned into the bedroom.

Tami Lynn Volunteers by Hooked6 Copyright January 2022 by Hooked6 ([email protected]) all rights reserved. Chapter 1 I was bored. I was a 35-year-old stay at home housewife. With my sons all grown and leading lives of their own away from home at college and my husband busy accomplishing fulfilling things with his career, I began to think that there had to be something more that I could do with my life – something much more interesting than just being a housewife. Since I had my children very early in life, I was still young and attractive and full of energy but I was stuck in a rut at home. During this time of sitting on my little pity-pot, we had a new neighbor move in down the street named Bob. He was a former member of the Peace Corps and now did short-term volunteer work for some new organization in under-developed countries in addition to his main job which earned him a living. To make a long story short, we ran into each other in Walmart the other day and we got to talking. He was excited about his latest upcoming trip to help improve sanitation in a remote African village and to bring donated medical and school supplies to the village’s inhabitants. It all sounded so interesting – actually DOING something to improve the lives of those whose daily existence was dismal; fraught with hardship and without hope. Here was somebody that I actually knew making a small but meaningful difference in the world. I wished I could do something like that. “Say, Tami, why don’t you come with us. We are only going to be gone 10 days and we do have a vacancy. The Trans Global Volunteers organization (TGV) would cover your expenses. It is a great opportunity to expand your horizons and see people and places ordinary people never dream of. I am sure that I could arrange everything. We can sure use another pair of hands. What do you say?” He must have seen the excitement in my eyes as he was talking. It all sounded so . . . so . . . exciting. Here was an opportunity to actually make a difference and I knew this was just the thing to relieve my mini-depression. But, as usual of late, self-doubts and negative thinking took over my thoughts. I was rather timid in dealing with other people and, well, in taking risks in general. “Oh, I couldn’t do anything like that. Besides, it sounds so dangerous.” “On the contrary, we have been to this village many times doing various projects and it is quite safe and we are made to feel most welcome by the tribe. Of course, you might feel a bit of culture shock being so used to all the creature comforts and luxuries you have here in Tampa, and I understand that someone as upper middle-class as you are might not want to get her hands a little dirty. Oh well, it was just a thought.” His comments cut me to the quick. “Hey, I don’t mind a bit of hard work. I take care of a self-absorbed husband, don’t I? I was just worried about, well you know, my safety – Africa? It sounds very unsafe, especially for young, attractive and desirable woman like myself.” (Okay, I was flirting a bit, but at that moment Bob was so attractive and manly looking with his rugged appearance and his unselfish work on behalf of the unfortunate was warming my heart.) He put his hand on my arm and said, “I can assure you that it is quite safe. You don’t have to take my word for it. You know Dr. Dan Westin, don’t you? The Family Doctor? I think your husband mentioned him a while back.” Dr. Dan was indeed our family doctor and took care of my boys as they grew up. I liked him a lot. “Yes, I know him.” I replied. “Well, he’s our medical advisor for this trip and will be going with us. He has been to this village several times. Why don’t you ask him if the trip is safe? Tami, I am not trying to be pushy or anything but we could really use your help and there isn’t really time to find anyone else as most of our regular volunteers are already committed to other projects.” “But I don’t really have any skills that you could use. I’m just a housewife. I don’t know anything about construction or sanitation and I am certainly not a nurse or anything. I don’t see how . . .” “You can move boxes, distribute food and supplies to the women and children, do a little paperwork, take photos documenting what we did; You can do those things, right? You’d be surprised how valuable you can be. Why even a ‘go-fer’ is a welcome pair of hands. We will show you what to do. I promise you that you will come back with such a positive sense of well-being and a whole new outlook on life. There is no feeling quite like helping your fellow man.” The more Bob talked, the more I knew that this was just what I needed to take me out of the dumps and feel alive again. I told him I was interested but still had reservations and that I would give Dr. Dan a call that day and get back with him. As we left to go our separate ways, I knew in my heart that my husband would NEVER let me go on such a trip. Still, there was no harm in researching things a little. Even that would be exciting even if nothing ever came of it. ***** I took a chance and dropped by Dr. Dan’s office and to my surprise he was able to see me. He was most encouraging. He assured me that the trip was safer than walking around downtown Tampa during the daytime. He showed me some pictures he had of a previous trip to the village. It was small and primitive but not threatening or disgusting looking. Like Builder Bob, as he called his friend and my neighbor, he strongly encouraged me to go. He also said that he would have a word with my husband to allay any fears he might have – especially since Bob was not only new to our neighborhood but that he was young and ruggedly handsome as well. He said he would assure my husband that he had nothing to worry about and that he would look after me and gave me some pamphlets on the Trans Global Volunteers organization. I was so excited after leaving his office that I could hardly stand it. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say or how or even IF I was going to broach the subject to my husband, but I was determined to give it a try. As I was waiting for my husband to come home, I got a call from the organization informing me that my trip had been approved and my tickets had been arranged and would be waiting for me at the airport. Apparently, Dr. Dan had talked to the person in charge of the project and had spoken very highly of me, so much so, that they went ahead with getting me enrolled as an official volunteer with the organization based on the information Dr Dan had supplied to them from my medical records. The man also said that he had my ID, visa and information kit that Dr. Dan would give me at the airport. He told me to pack VERY light suggesting a small duffle bag for what few clothes that I would need and to leave everything electrical at home as there was no electricity at the remote village. Things were moving so fast I didn’t have time to take it all in. I wasn’t even sure I could go on this trip, yet here I was already signed up! Boy, was my husband going to be cross with me when he finds out that I did all this without discussing it with him first. Just then I heard the front door opening and in walked my husband. I was in for it now. He gave me a big hug and stepped back while holding my hands and spoke enthusiastically, “Hey, I heard about your trip to Africa! How exciting! I wish I could go but work is a mess right now. What an opportunity for you though!” “You . . . you know about it? How . . .” “Dr. Dan called me and told me all about it and how he talked you into helping him and about how you were worried that I’d be a stick in the mud and stand in the way. Honey, you know me better than that – a stick in the mud? Puh-lease. I told everybody about it at work. It turns out I was the envy of the office and I wasn’t even the one that was going. Apparently, our company president is a huge benefactor to Trans Global Volunteers. He even called me into his office when he heard about you going from his secretary, who heard it on the grape vine and he told me that he’d have to keep an eye on me; that I was just the sort of person with the values that the company endorses that could help me go far with the firm and it was all because of you, honey!” “You mean . . . You’re okay with me going . . . all the way to AFRICA?! BY MYSELF?” I had to stop myself from adding “with that virile young stud down the street?” I was thinking it, but I was smart enough not to say it out loud. “Of course I am, honey. I am proud of you. You are doing a great thing here. What’s for dinner? I’m starving.” With that he just left me standing there with my mouth wide open as he went to change. Even after he was long gone, I just stood there in shock. My husband actually said he was proud of me. Without being prompted, no less. Never in a million years did I think he would ever agree to this trip. In fact, deep down I thought his refusal was my safety net. I had planned on telling Dr. Dan and Bob that it was my husband’s fault that I couldn’t go. I could have saved face and then daydreamed about being asked without having to actually make myself do it. My heart began to race and I felt clammy all over. What the hell just happened? I WAS GOING TO THE CONTINENT OF AFRICA to some country I had never even heard of!!! All afternoon I had been so caught up in my own fantasy of being someone important that the full impact of what that entailed hit me hard now that it was becoming a reality. I felt faint. I hardly slept a wink as I was so nervous. With my husband pushing me along filling my mind with what he saw as a once in a lifetime opportunity, I somehow managed to let him drive me to the airport. ***** On the plane Dr. Dan told me that the village in question had been experiencing periodic cholera outbreaks because of poor sanitation. As strange as it may seem, the solution was to install a septic tank, which another group of college kids was already building and then connect it to underground drain fields near the village to prevent the tribe from using the river for dumping. Our group’s job this trip was to build toilets and showers and to get the natives used to the idea of routine bathing, getting medical inspections and vaccinations. I still felt that I didn’t have much to offer, especially after I found out that the tribe had a very low view of women. The guys both assured me that I was indeed needed and that they were sure I would adapt and fit in. I felt good about what they were doing and I figured that the cultural differences I could deal with. That is until they told me that all of the women in the tribe were kept totally naked except for a red bandana with feathers in it and some crude leather sandals. For the most part the women rarely left the village as they had so much to do. And, whenever a woman had reason to leave the village, she had her hands bound behind her back to prevent her escape. I naturally protested this mistreatment of the native women, but I was reminded that we were there only to solve the cholera problem and NOT to liberate the tribe’s women. Then a horrible thought hit me? “Um . . . you guys know that I am a woman, right?” My comment caused them to laugh. “What I mean is, I’m not going to have to be naked all the time, will I?” Dr. Dan tried to reassure me on both of my concerns. He told me that the tribe was used to seeing Westerners and had learned that we were different. As long as we didn’t disrespect their culture, they wouldn’t disrespect ours. It was hoped that by seeing us and our ways and seeing the improvements we could bring to village life that, over time, they might adapt to our way of life. He said so far that change had been slow in coming but some progress had been made. He cautioned me in the strongest possible terms NOT to be judgmental and to try and avoid disrespecting or criticizing their tribal ways. He was most emphatic that I just accept whatever I saw as perfectly natural and unobjectionable otherwise I might be the one that undoes all the good work TGV has worked so hard to do thus far. ***** Upon arrival after our long grueling flight, we made it through customs easily enough, thanks to Bob’s paperwork and experience. I had a little scare though as one of the customs officials inspected my luggage and made a big deal of holding up several of my panties to his coworkers, who all got a good laugh at seeing the frilly sexy under things. His motions were very animated and prolonged even prancing around to several others waving them in the air so they all could get a good look. I was embarrassed enough having the customs people ogling my intimate things but when I saw that Builder Bob and Dr. Dan were also enjoying the view, and laughing, I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide! After several more hours of travel in an all-terrain vehicle over what I guess passed as roads in this remote area we finally arrived. The village was just like the photos Dr. Dan had showed me back at his office. They lived in primitive grass huts in a heavily forested area. We joined other TGV volunteers who had already been there a week installing the septic system, all men, mostly college aged kids except for Dr. Dan who was my age and of course me, the only women in the volunteer group. We were all to stay in the same primitive hut constructed by other TGV volunteers on a previous trip. The tribe was indeed very courteous and welcoming. I was uncomfortable learning I was going to sleep with 6 young men in the same small hut, but my body thought differently and seemed to welcome the idea. Builder Bob, as he was even called by the natives and Dr Dan were somewhat fluent in the language and dialect of the Tribe and all communication was handled through them. I say “somewhat” fluent as it seemed extensive use of hand gestures were an important part of filling in any gaps in the language and supplementing their understanding. The native food was actually good, though we religiously used the bottled water that we had brought with us for drinking and washing utensils. During down time, I enjoyed entertaining the children and watching the women cook and go about their daily chores – all naked, of course which was disconcerting to me. The men wore loin cloths thank goodness and a few of the tribal men also wore primitive-looking vests which was probably a status thing, but the women just let it all hang out. I got many curious looks from both the tribal men and women, which I surmised was based on the fact that, as a woman, I was fully dressed. I suspected that they didn’t get to see many Western women in this remote area. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was the first one! The fact that I had shoulder length blonde hair and fair white skin only added to their curiosity marking me as “different” from the rest of the tribal women. Dr. Dan used me as an assistant in the infirmary that he set up getting supplies that he needed and helping to hold an uncooperative child while inoculating them. It was really VERY rewarding work and I was glad that I found the courage to come along. At the end of each day, I was exhausted. There were only 7 TGV volunteers – 6 men and me – on this trip and we all slept communal style in hammocks that hung from the walls. Being surrounded by all those virile muscular guys was a bit exciting but, aside from the occasional good-natured sexist jokes here and there to relive tension, it had been a great experience so far. It was awkward seeing the women of all ages completely naked – all women except me, of course and that was still very unnerving. It didn’t take long for it to become apparent to me that the men in the tribe seemed puzzled that we allowed “our woman” to wear clothes and run around without a male escort. I was starred at a lot with what I took to be disapproving looks but, in fairness, they could have been looks of curiosity I suppose. After all I suspected it was rare for them to see a modern Western woman dressed like I was doing the work of men. Still, they were friendly and helpful to me, though it was obvious their own women weren’t afforded such polite deference. When Builder Bob and his college guys finished constructing the sewage pipes, lavatories and bathing facilities, it seemed to be fascinating to the tribe as they had no idea what these structures were. As I had already painfully learned with first-hand experience, clearly “going in the bushes” or worse, “going in the river,” was the norm here and they didn’t see the need for all this stuff and some serious education on the necessity of changing their sanitation habits was needed if their health was to be improved. It was clear it was going to take a fair amount of effort to get the tribe to use the toilets we installed, but apparently it was even going to be more difficult to get them to use the showers or submit to the medical exams. The chief insisted that we demonstrate this newfangled stuff. He even suggested, jokingly I hoped, that I should be the first, since, if something went wrong, it wouldn’t be much of a loss. The next day Dr. Dan was told by the chief that after much discussion from the tribal elders that they definitely were insisting that I be the first person to demonstrate the new facilities as they weren’t sure what was involved or even if they wanted to bother with it at all. They distrusted the modern looking devices. I kept shaking my head “no,” totally at a loss for words. The guys called Dr. Dan and I aside and Bob explained that he was at that meeting with the chief the previous night and that he had thought he had persuaded them to try out the showers and that he told the Chief that he should lead by example and be the first to take a shower and go through a medical comprehensive exam. Bob thought everything was settled but this morning he found out that apparently, after much discussion with the elders after he left, that the consensus was that it was foolish to risk the life of their leader on something so strange and the women unanimously with refused to go through with the exam by a strange man. There was nothing wrong in their eyes with the old ways they have used for years. The only way they would agree to it was if “our woman” went through it first as they looked on. The thinking was that if it was really safe then we shouldn’t be afraid to do it first. After all, I was only a woman of no consequence if things went bad. I began to get a little nervous but Dr. Dan said that he wanted to have a private word with the chief. He was sure he could work something out and he could explain how these things would keep them from getting sick and dying. We all returned to our hut and several hours passed. It was beginning to look like things weren’t going to be as easy as Dr. Dan had thought. More time passed. Then more time went by. Occasional laughing could be heard from the Chief’s hut which I took to be a good sign but the meeting seemed to drag on. Finally, Dr. Dan returned looking rather defeated and disappointed. “Damn it all,” he said angrily. “All of our hard work for nothing. I just can’t believe this.” Bob and the others gathered around wanting to know what happened but Dr. Dan just sat there looking out at nothing in particular as if in deep thought. No one dared interrupt this awkward silence. Finally, he looked at me and let out a sigh and in a forlorn soft voice said, “Tami, I should never have talked you into coming.” “Why? What’s happening? What’s wrong?” “The chief says that if we aren’t willing to do as they ask and have you demonstrate what we want the tribe to do, then we can just pack up and leave and not come back. They will see our hesitation as not dealing with them honestly – that we are up to something or don’t believe in what we are saying. Our failure to accede to their demands reinforces their distrust.” “Oh . . .” I said softly. “I see . . .” Dr. Dan shook his head. There is a lot riding on this to be sure and naturally I’ll not force you to comply.” After some period of silence, I spoke up, “I don’t mind. I see how hard you all have worked and how primitive their culture and their simple life is here and I believe the changes you all have made can make a big difference. I’ll do it.” “That’s very nice of you but there is something you should know. While I suspect that the chief is being honest in his concerns, the chief also said that the men of the tribe had told him that they had never seen a naked white woman before and were looking forward to seeing one. That sounded a little creepy to me.” My heart began to beat a little faster and I felt that familiar tingle ‘down there.’ I stood there silently trying to collect my thoughts until I heard myself speak out, “I understand and I still think it’s important to continue your work with the tribe. I know men will be men but the women here are apparently also concerned about what we are asking them to do and I think I owe it to them to help improve their lot in life. I may not be able to fix all of their problems socially but I can help you to improve their health. If a little demonstration to the chief and a few women will help allay their fears, a little embarrassment on my part will be worth it don’t you think?” I could see from the expression on his face that Dr. Dan was very proud of me at that moment. This tribe and the work he had done for them over the years was obviously very important to him. I was glad to help. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. Dr. Dan and Bob went back and continued their dialog with the chief. When they had finished it was getting quite late and the women still had the evening meal to prepare for, so it was decided to schedule the demonstration for the next morning. ***** I didn’t sleep much that night and the following morning came all too quickly. I am a shy and rather modest person by nature so doing something like this was terrifying and totally out of character for me. I was nervous yet at the same time I was experiencing something more than just fear of the unknown. I was aroused. Silly, I know, but I was. I mean, I didn’t know the chief nor the women and would likely never interact with them again. Dr. Dan was a professional so I wasn’t worried about him but there was no denying the sensations I was feeling. The first stop was the toilets Bob had constructed. They were of western design with a porcelain cistern and bowl filled from a gravity fed well. I opened the door to one of the outdoor stalls and, while still fully clothed, sat down pretending to urinate for the chief and two of his wives as they peered through the open door, which was all that could be accommodated in the lavatory area. As I got up to show them how to flush, I could see the confused looks on the faces of my audience. Clearly, they had no idea what was supposed to be happening. Mercifully, DR. Dan explained to the chief what I was demonstrating and then told me to actually flush the commode, which I did. The chief was impressed and wanted to try it for himself. He pulled aside his loin cloth and my gosh he was HUGE and that was with him soft if you know what I mean and I began to get wet with arousal. He sat down as I had done and started to pee. I had to struggle not to laugh at him. I certainly wasn’t going to explain that as a man he could stand up to pee. That thought alone had me giggling a bit before I once again caught myself. He was a little started at the sound of the flush but seemed fascinated that his waste magically disappeared down the hole. He kept depressing the lever several times obviously pleased with this strange phenomenon. He then urged his wives to try it and both naked women gave it a go and they too were fascinated by the flushing mechanism. It was clear that they had no issue with the device and soon the “bush method” was going to be a thing of the past I thought. Mark one down in the “win” column for the TBV volunteers! ***** I knew I was going to have to get naked for the shower but, like the toilet area we had just left, the Showers all had modesty walls and individual doors. Knowing that it was likely only going to be the chief and his wives seeing me naked, like the toilet demonstration, I felt better about the whole thing. Then in a flash, my little fantasy world came crashing down. I was flabbergasted when I saw that, during the night, an apparently busy Builder Bob had removed the shower walls and doors, so now the area was totally open with three shower heads out in the open. I gave Bob a dirty look, but he just shrugged his shoulders as if this was all news to him. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Practically the entire tribe turned out to see my humiliation. They gathered around the shower platform as I started to take off my clothes. When I took off my blouse and placed it on the ground, I heard a soft murmuring from the crowd as if they were talking among themselves about something. This was one of the times that I really wished I could understand what they were saying. Their murmuring became louder and several pointed in the shower area. I just knew they were talking about me somehow. More and more people joined the conversation. It got so frenzied that Bob came to the forefront and starting talking, occasionally pointing at me then resumed his talking and he soon he was able to calm the crowd. When he was finished, Bob paused and slyly turned to me and explained in English, that they were amazed at the bra I was wearing. They had no idea what it was. Bob said that he had to explain to them that my flowery bra wasn’t actually part of my body and told me to take it off and hold it up to the crowd so that they could see I was built like any other woman with tits and nipples and my skin didn’t have flowers on it. As embarrassing as it was, I did as he asked exposing my breasts feeling a bit like Vanna White displaying a prize to a studio audience. There were many “Oooh’s and Ahhh’s” as the tribal members studied the garment. Seeing their immense interest, Bob quickly took it from me and tossed it into the crowd. My bra was being passed around and disappeared from sight. That was the last I saw of it; I never did get it back. The moment of truth had arrived and I reluctantly removed my jeans and then turning around placing my back to the crowd I removed my panties. Bob took them from me before I could put them with my other garments and I snapped at him loudly, “DON’T YOU DARE!” I warned, thinking he was going to toss them to the crowd as well. He gave me a confused look as if he had no idea what I was talking about and carefully placed my panties with the rest of my clothes. I looked back at the crowd and to my horror, not only were the members of the tribe witnessing my ordeal, but so were all of the volunteer college guys! They had muscled their way to the front of the crowd next to the chief and his wives so they all had front row seats to gawk at my nudity. I wanted to just die. Who invited THEM?!! I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible so once again I turned my back to the group and turned on the spigot to start the flow of water, which was cold as there wasn’t a hot water heater of any sort. I carefully tested the temperature and then got under the spray. I got myself thoroughly wet and was about to turn off the water when Builder Bob stood right next to me in the shower area holding out a bar of soap. He was grinning from ear to ear as he looked me over from head to toe, clearly pleased at what he was seeing. I instantly felt that familiar sensation between my legs. The only person who has seen me naked this close was my husband. I was mortified but my body seemed to like the attention. “You need to use soap as they have no idea what it is. To clean themselves up to now, they usually only swam in the bacteria infested river,” he explained to me. “Take your time and lather up really well. Do your hair with the soap as well.” My brain understood the necessity of doing what he asked but my body wanted to run away and hide. This was so embarrassing. Still facing away from the crowd, I worked up a lather in my hands as there wasn’t a wash cloth of any kind and began soaping up my body. I started with my neck and arms then soaped my belly and legs. I then did my hair. Which caused some of the women to gasp a bit. Dr. Dan spoke up and said rather loudly, “Tami, turn around so they can see what you are doing. They can’t really see much with your back to us.” I begrudgingly turned around and now facing the crowd, I repeated the soaping process. As I got to my lower belly, Dr. Dan yelled out, “Tami, make sure you really get those cracks and crevice’s. Take your time with those areas. I want them to know they must pay specially attention to these areas to prevent infection or yeast issues.” “Cracks and crevices?” Bob laughed aloud, “He means your pussy and your butthole, silly.” Dr. Dan elbowed him in the side to protest his crudity but I admit Bob did get his point across. Reaching down I worked my fingers into the inner folds of my sex sending shock waves up my spine. It felt so good doing this as all those college guys in the front row watched – no make that leered – at my rhythmic motions all in the name of cleanliness you understand. I couldn’t help myself. I picked out one particularly cute guy, I think his name was Frank, and looked him right in his eyes and held his gaze as I ostensibly washed myself. I was so close to having one hell of an orgasm. Then the cute guy whose eye’s I had been staring into smiled and began clapping softly, then the other college kids joined in and I lost it. I came so hard and visibly convulsed as my vagina spasmed with pleasure. Vaginal orgasms were rare for me as most were clitoral. I was sure it was one of, if not THE strongest orgasm, I have ever had. It seemed to go on forever, though I suspect in reality it passed quickly. All that happened as Dr. Dan had been talking to the crowd seemingly explaining why it was so important to be diligent in washing these areas – at least that’s what I hope he was explaining. My confidence waned when he abruptly stopped talking and turned around to face me as pretty much everyone – especially the women – began laughing hilariously. The look on my face must have been hilarious as I felt I had just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Dr Dan smiled, “I told the women that showering with soap can be a lot of fun; sort of an inducement for thorough washing, you understand.” Hearing the laughter, I began quickly and thoroughly rinsing myself off. I just knew they were having fun at my embarrassment having been caught out and I wanted out of there fast. After rinsing, I noticed I had no towel so I was still dripping wet, which felt rather good in this stifling jungle heat. I took Dr. Dan’s outstretched arm as he helped me off the shower platform and led me to the old and obviously well-used exam table that someone had moved from the medical hut to an open area in the field. He instructed me to sit on the edge of the exam table as he listened to my chest with his stethoscope. He placed it over my heart, and kept it there for a moment then removed it and gave a thumbs up to the tribe. He then looked right at the chief, held out his hand and spoke to him in is language. The chief walked over to me and stood right in front of me staring at my breasts and said something to Dr. Dan in return, who then chuckled a bit. Doc leaned in and somewhat softly explained to me, “He said your breasts don’t sag like the women in his tribe.” His remark caused the college kids to laugh aloud and several gave me the thumbs up sign as if to say they agreed with the chief. Dr. Dan put the stethoscope into the chief’s ears and put the end piece over my heart and held it there. I saw the chief’s eyes grow wide as he intently listened, clearly amazed at what he was hearing. Dr. Dan explained to him that he was hearing my heart beating which caused him to smile in understanding. The chief then removed the stethoscope and called up another member of the tribe and handed the earpiece to him. He too was fascinated and I felt good knowing that I was helping to enlighten them about the human body. It was all so innocent and very rewarding. He in turn handed the stethoscope off to another guy who also seemed amazed at the sounds coming from my chest, only he was a little more interested than the others and put his hand on the detector end and carefully took it from Dr Dan and listened. He then got a confused look on his face and began rubbing it all over my chest as if he was trying to find the strange beating sound again. I yelped when he put the cold detector thing on my right nipple and moved it all around stimulating the sensitive nerves there sending shivers up my spine, obviously still listening intently for my heart. My small yelping, he mistook for something bad and quickly moved to the other side of my chest and put it on my left nipple causing me to gasp yet again as it strangely felt good. He said something to Dr Dan and chuckled. Dr. Dan explained, “He says your heart is beating really fast now, like you are running.” The college guys once again guffawed all over themselves as they obviously knew the effect all this stimulation was having on me. My areolae had wrinkled up and my nipples were rock hard after all the touching. Dr. Dan then took the stethoscope from the tribesman and directed him to take his seat back in the crowd. Then, he reached into his medical bag and pulled out a thermometer and help it up explaining something in their native language. He then turned back to me and I opened my mouth preparing for him to insert the thermometer to take my temperature. “I’m sorry but I can’t take it that way, Tami. You see how ignorant these natives are about Western ways. If I put it in their mouth, they would surely bite down and try to eat it thinking it was some food or something. I can’t risk them swallowing glass so I want them to see me taking it rectally as if that was the normal way to take it. I’m sorry. but you’ll need to stand up and bend over the table here.” “WHAT?!!” exclaimed in the strongest whisper of protest I could manage. “Needs must, I’m afraid. You are doing really well, Tami. We are making good progress here. Don’t spoil it now.” Seeing the necessity of the situation I reluctantly, and I mean VERY reluctantly did as he asked and stood up, turned my backside to the crowd and bent over the table. “Lean over all the way, Tami,” he instructed as he placed his free hand on my lower back and applied a gentle pressure until I was bent over as far as I could go and he was satisfied. He asked me to spread my feet farther apart until I felt like I was about to split open or at the very least lose my balance and fall to the ground. “Use your hand and pull your cheeks apart so they can see where this is going.” “Oh, for crying out loud . . .” I sarcastically snapped, but I did as he asked knowing that now both my sex AND my “butt hole” as Builder Bob referred to it was entirely visible to the tribe, not to mention the horny college guys. Then I felt something thick and greasy being rubbed along my anal cleft (between my butt cheeks to use the vernacular) and I immediately clenched my cheeks, instinctively trying to repel the invading finger. After being told to relax multiple times, I finally was able to untense my muscles and shortly afterward I felt my cheeks being separated and Dr. Dan began talking again to the tribe. This was so humiliating – you all have no idea. While he was droning on about who knows what as I was obscenely displayed, I suddenly felt his lubricated finger being inserted into anus. I squealed and clenched again at the sudden intrusion but I soon relaxed when I discovered that the gentle in and out motion of his finger lubricating my back passage with the Vaseline-type goo actually felt rather nice – REALLY nice if I am honest. I felt myself producing more of my own lubrication in my sex and I was worried that others would notice how really turned on I was. All too soon his finger was withdrawn and the thermometer was inserted and left there, weirdly sticking out pointing at the crowd and I blushed hard at that the thought of what it must look like to them. Dr. Dan resumed talking presumably explaining that it would take some time to obtain an accurate reading. All the while I stood there with the thermometer protruding from my rear end like a fence post stuck in the ground. I heard numerous snickering from the crowd which made me blush all the more so I buried my face in my hands, which turned out to be a mistake as the snickering then turned to outright laughter. Finally, the horrid tube was removed and I kept my position with my cheeks spread as Dr. Dan continued rambling on about something or another. He then asked me stand up and to sit on the exam table again as he then lowered the table back until I was at the right angle of about 45 degrees. My heart began beating, no, make that racing as I saw him extend the stirrups. Surely, he wasn’t going to do a full pelvic on me, was he? In front of all these people? Was he out of his mind? Apparently, he was going to do just that as he asked a couple of college guys to help place my legs into the stirrups, which they were EAGERLY willing to do. I almost came right then and there when they pulled my legs apart. When I looked at the guys, their eyes were focused right on my vulva, which I knew was sopping wet. They were smiling. SMILING! Is there no shame in the world anymore? Respectable colleagues would have averted their eyes. No, not these guys. The speculum was inserted and Dr. Dan rambled on once again. The Chief came up, bent down right between my legs, so close I could feel his warm breath on my labia, and peered inside. I almost fainted when I realized what he was doing so I closed my eyes and endured the humiliation. Several more guys came up and did the same as the women stood there giggling. Lord knows what they must have been thinking. “The chief says you smell good Tami.” “Oh gawd!” was all I could say and felt my face turn beat red as my face flushed once again. After more lecturing I was released. Thank goodness it was all over and I scurried back to our hut the moment the assembly broke up, not wanting to engage in idle chatter with the college guys after what they had just seen. Besides, I had better things to do as my fingers had an appointment with a certain, highly wet bodily orifice that was throbbing for more attention. ***** I fell fast asleep after numerous intense orgasms and dreamed the sleep of the satisfied. I woke up the next morning to sounds of hammering and voices. I must have slept the rest of the afternoon and all through the night, obviously missing supper. After stretching, I noticed no one was in the hut so I got out of my hammock and suddenly became aware that I was still naked, causing me to blush when I realized the guys must have gotten a good look at me most of the night. I looked for my clothes but I remembered I had left what I had been wearing the previous day on the ground near the shower area after running off after the demonstration. I couldn’t find my small suitcase either. Just then Builder Bob walked in our hut and I immediately assumed the instinctive embarrassed naked female position with one arm covering my breasts and the over covering my pussy. “Morning sleepyhead. About time you got up.” he said smiling kindly. “Um . . . yes. Have you seen my suitcase? I can’t seem to find it.” Bob looking around for a moment then speculated that one of the guys must have loaded it on the cart to take back to the airport. “No worries,” he said. “We’ll sort it out later. Right now, I need to take you to the chief. He wants to see you right away. He has a gift for you.” “For me? How nice. I need to find something to wear and I’ll be right along.” “No way. Can’t offend the chief by keeping him waiting. He has been looking for you. We don’t want to piss him off after all we went through yesterday just to keep our relationship intact. Besides it will only take a moment. Come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the hut, still naked as the day I was born, with me dragging my feet in protest. We didn’t have to go far as the chief was only a dozen few yards from us talking to Dr Dan. When we approached, I could see the chief was most happy to see me and extended his hands which were holding a very ornate, carved wooden box. It was beautiful. As he placed the box in my hands, he began speaking to me in a very animated fashion as if what he was saying was something very important. While the chief was talking, Bob made a subtle motion excusing himself and quietly left trying not to interrupt the speech. When the chief was through, Dr. Dan translated for me. “Tami, the chief has done you a great honor. This is something I understand he has never done before – he is making you an honorary member of the tribe; a very high honor indeed. He wants you to open the box now.” I smiled appreciatively at the wooden gift and carefully opened it. Inside was a headband with four feathers – just like the ones the women of the tribe were wearing except they only had two feathers while I had four. Even I could understand the significance of the symbolism of this honorary gesture indicating how high he ranked me. There was also a thickly woven fabric collar or neck decoration of some sort which was very ornate and colorful with stones, beads and metal rings. It was similar to the ones the tribal women wore but much more elegant in design, again a sign of how much the chief was honoring me I supposed. Not knowing what to do, I gave the chief a heartfelt embrace, which he genuinely seemed to appreciate. He was wearing a huge smile and bowed towards me slightly at the waist after our hug was over and began talking again. “The chief wants you to accompany him and some women of the tribe to a larger village to show you off to another chief letting them know that you are an important new member of his tribe and they should extend every courtesy to you should you ever meet again.” I nodded in agreement towards the chief and gave him another appreciative smile. With that the chief spoke to Dr. Dan again and then left. “Well, I never . . .” Dr. Dan said after the chief was no longer nearby. “I have been coming to this country for years attending to many, many tribes but I have never, ever seen a white woman, or man for that matter, treated with such high praise and honor as you have been. You must have made quite an impression. This will do wonders for our organization in the future. I am SO glad that you came on this trip, Tami Lynn. You have no idea.” “Thank you. I don’t know what to say.” Dr. Dan put the headband with the 4 feathers on my head and fastened the thick fabric neck collar around my throat and said we need to hurry up and join the chief. “As you can might well imagine he is anxious to show you off.” “Just let me find some clothes and I’ll be right with you.” “Tami!” the Doc remonstrated. “You aren’t seriously going to insult the chief by resuming your Western ways by wearing clothes, are you? He has just paid you the highest honor I have ever seen a tribal chief do, making you a member of his tribe while you are here. You know tribal women never wear clothes. Don’t insult his customs by covering yourself. After yesterday I would think you could at least invest and hour or two of your time repaying the honor.” He had a point and I felt ashamed. Of course, he was right. I had to go along with the tribe’s ways. We would be leaving this village in a couple of hours so what difference did it make in the grand scheme of things? “Of course. Sorry,” I said and nervously followed him to where the chief and his women were standing. Dr. Dan pulled my hands behind my back and tied my wrists together. “What in the hell are you doing?” I snapped. “Tying your hands. You remember our discussion on the plane on the way over here about how the women were always tied when they traveled outside the village and how you went into your ethnocentric tirade about how absurd it was to treat women that way and I had to caution you about not trying to change the world all at once?” “Oh yeah, I remember. Sorry. Carry on.” When he finished tying my hands, a bit too tightly for my comfort by the way, the chief took a long rope and threaded it through a ring in each woman’s decorated neck piece including mine as I was the last in line – the rope linking us all together like some long leash or something. It was humiliating but I understood my role in not trashing their culture. The chief smiled at me politely, went back to the head of the line and started walking off with the women following him. As we went from one end of the village to the other towards the path that led away presumably towards the next village, Bob came up and walked along side of me. “I just want you to know I really enjoyed working with you. YOU are amazing.” “Thank you. I enjoyed working with you as well.” Just then I spotted the college boys taking down and disassembling the shower and toilet areas. “Bob, what’s going on? Why are they taking apart your showers and such? Did something break? Did the chief reject the idea of using them and wanted them gone? All that hard work . . . I don’t understand?” Bob had a wry smile on his face. “You ditzy blonde. You really don’t have a clue, do you?” “Huh? What are you talking about? I’m not ditzy.” Bob shook his head as if I was the dumbest person on earth. “We are taking this all that stuff down because we have to get ready for the next group to come to the village. You see, Dr. Dan and I are Human traffickers; white slavers if you will. We lure some unsuspecting woman or more into following us all the way out here and then sell your ass after an auction is arranged. The charade is just to keep you occupied and docile until enough buyers have seen your naked little ol’ self and they can examine the merchandise. There IS NO TRIBE, silly woman. Those were potential buyers checking you out. “Cut it out, Bob, you’re scaring me. You’re joking, right? “Afraid not, sweetheart.” “But . . . but what about the women in the village? Surely they were real?” “Nope. Captured females from other villages. We weren’t worried about them spilling the beans to you as none of them speak English.” My heart began to race and a cold ominous sweat broke out over my body. “You won’t get away with this, you bastard. When I don’t come back my husband will hunt you down.” Bob cracked a whip against my back causing me to jump. “Your husband? Hahahahhha. Who do you think paid for your ticket out here? Santa Clause?” I screamed all sorts of obscenities at that man. “Oh, your husband did tell me one thing about you. He said that you liked shopping and hoped you’d get a chance to see some stores and things while you were here before the inevitable.” “That’s true. Why are you telling me this?” “Oh, I just thought you’d like to know that you are going to a fairly large city with all sorts of shops and markets and such. It is a HUGE tourist destination with all sorts of European and American tourists eager to sample the foreign delights of our native country. You’ll get a chance to see some markets all right. You’ll be displayed in one having all sorts of interested men and women groping, poking and prodding your naked body. A fine, juicy woman like you will fetch a high price. Maybe one of your neighbors will be there and might actually buy you to use as their own personal sex slave. Your husband said he told all of your friends you were coming here to get sold as a slave. I understand there was a lot of interest. Who knows? Wouldn’t THAT be fun! See you around kiddo.”

The Resort Ambassador by ReaderMan It begins... The Mailgirl Mat (Chapter 19.3) Monday Part 3 – The Mailgirl Mat Taking a deep breath, I walked slowly towards Sarah like an inmate to the gallows. Ben and the girls were all watching me, everyone else seemed to be distracted with their work – as if this were a normal day. It made sense. The guys didn’t yet know about the mailgirl app, or what I signed up for. Looking back, I saw Becca with her hand over her mouth. As if she were shocked this was actually happening. Hannah tried to cheer me with a thumbs up. Sam looked unhappy. Beyond them, near the back wall, I saw Brandy watching me like a hawk. The little monster was reminding me with her powerful gaze, how many times I promised her I would be a perfect little mailgirl. Her penetrating stare distracted me, and I almost walked into a table as I returned my eyes to the front. To my right, I passed by Ben and Liz, both watching me with sympathetic eyes, Ben more than Liz. Liz seemed to be both excited and sad as she looked up and down a few times as if she was ashamed to be excited about this. Up ahead Sarah waited patiently as I walked up to her and looked her straight in the eyes. “You look like you aren’t ready for this,” she laughed. “Take a few to gather yourself. Go throw some water on your face. We can start after you get back.” Not wanting to wait any longer, I stood there and shook my head. Sarah pulled her phone out of her pocket and answered it. “Yes Ma’am, not yet. What, right now?” She sighed. “Okay, fine. I’ll have it for you in a few minutes,” she said, putting her phone back in her pocket. “Emi, I’ll be right back. Sorry for the delay, but I still have to do real work around here.” With that, she left the room carrying her laptop with her. Still standing in front of her desk I heard Travis call my name. “Emi… ahh… do you have a moment?” I looked back. Travis looked up from my ass. Realizing that he was caught, he blushed like a fire-hydrant. Seeing as I had a few minutes, I welcomed the distraction and walked over to him. “What’s up?” I asked in a friendly voice. “Ahh… this is all messed up,” he said, gesturing at some javascript. Looking at it I saw the problem and explained it to him. “Ohhh… yeah, thanks I didn’t see that,” he said, looking happy. He moved his face closer to the screen and squished his big red eyebrows together in thought. He has come a long way. Before he couldn’t even touch javascript, and now at least he had some sense of it. I felt good about how far he has come with the training. Others said he would never move past simple HTML and CSS, but I proved them wrong. Travis was awkward and socially slow, but he had a curious mind and enjoyed learning. I was proud of my progress with him and the full team for that matter. We all respected each other, or at least they did. Maybe that was about to change. I cleared my throat. “Guys, can you all gather around? I have something important to share.” I watched them as they came up to me. Asher looked sharp as usual. His dark skin contrasted nicely with his muted white polo shirt and gray shorts. He glanced at me with a curious expression as I moved my eyes to Raul. His black hair was in its trademark ponytail and went well with his sloppy Iranian t-shirt. His face looked concerned as if he was expecting bad news. Eddie and Leo were late, still distracted with something on their computers. They ran up together and stood behind Ben and Liz, who had just arrived. Liz was looking around, watching everything. She glanced at Becca and the girls who were still in their seats watching me. Ben didn’t look happy and turned his head to glare at Brandy for a moment. “Who here knows what a mailgirl is?” I asked, looking around apprehensively. Leo and Raul raised their hands, followed by Ben and Liz, tentatively. Soon more hands reluctantly followed. “Considering the news, and other things…” Asher said. “Most of us have… *cough* looked it up.” “You guys, something very weird is about to happen.” A breath. “I’m going to be making a mailgirl app and well, I got talked into becoming a temporary part-time mailgirl to better understand the development of the project,” I said, looking around at the confused faces. “It’s going to start any moment. And it’s for an adult cosplay initiative that the island is doing to attract more nudists,” I added, hoping that this would make some sense, wondering if anyone had already heard about this. So far everyone but Liz and Ben seemed surprised at the news. Raul raised his eyebrows. “Seriously? You’re going to be like a real-life mailgirl?” I nodded, hoping this was sinking in. “Well… just part-time. I just want you all to know that it’s going to be very hard for me, humiliating in fact, but I agreed to all this so you don’t have to feel bad about it. Just please, don’t think too poorly of me.” I looked into each of the devs’ eyes, pleading. Sarah waltzed into the room. “I’m back,” she said, putting her laptop down. She grabbed a mat and plopped it onto the floor in front of Emi. “We will start in a moment, Emi. You probably don’t need your running shoes. Can you take them off and stand on the mat while I explain what’s going on to everyone?” I nodded and started taking off my shoes. My heart began to beat faster. Raul rubbed his head. “Emi already did… she said something about having to do some mailgirl stuff?” “That’s right Raul,” Sarah said, looking slightly annoyed. “But I need to explain the rules here, and everyone needs to know them. As they are very important. Liz go grab Becca’s team, they need to know as they will be participating as well.” Liz ran over and let them know. They came over immediately as they had been watching closely. I finished taking my shoes off and stood on the mat, while Becca, Hannah, and Sam joined the group. I saw Brandy move to a closer desk. Probably so she could better witness my humiliation. “Thanks, Emi. We will start your morning mat session in a bit. First I need to explain what’s happening – so everyone doesn’t freak out,” she said with a laugh. “So just stand on the mat with your hands clasped behind your back like this,” she said, showing me with her own hands behind her back. I mirrored her example. “Perfect. Now stand with your feet this far apart,” she said, moving her feet just wider than shoulder-width. I followed her instructions, thankful that I still had the shirt on, but felt growing anxiety, knowing that the shirt would be coming off when she started the official session. I had my timer app ready to go. I didn’t want the naked part to last a second longer than it had to. “Awesome, Emi. Now just tilt your head down a little. And whatever you do, don’t look anyone in the eyes or speak until you are spoken to.” “Okay,” I said, still following her orders like a good little mailgirl. “Yes Ma’am,” Sarah corrected. “Yes Ma’am,” I repeated, wincing. I should have known that one. It’s probably all about acting polite like a waiter or airline stewardess. Wait, technically I wasn’t on the clock yet so she was kind of cheating – getting me to do stuff before my session. Well, at least I wasn’t naked yet. I decided to tolerate this but wasn’t about to let her do too much more until the clock started. I felt Hannah and Becca watching me. Suddenly, I was glad that I wasn’t supposed to make eye contact. Sarah continued, walking in front of me. “During her mailgirl sessions, Emi here – will be known as Nine. It won’t be hard to forget as she has the number drawn on her body,” she said, pointing at my nines unnecessarily. They were visible through the shirt. “The higher-ups have deemed this project to be dead-serious. What that means is that it will be a huge problem if anyone doesn’t use Nine’s name properly. So for the duration of this mailgirl orientation please refer to her as Nine. Also, apparently, a degree of embarrassment from Nine is an essential requirement. Likewise, she needs to host an ACE event in a few weeks and we need your assistance to achieve these goals. To help her get used to this… you all will be participating.” Leo raised his hand. “Yes, Leo.” “Ahh… embarrassment is actually a requirement? I mean… how…” “Yes,” Sarah answered, looking annoyed as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I know all this is bat-shit crazy, but bear with me. Brandy – that woman over there – will be writing a journal about this to excite all her kinky mailgirl cosplayers and Nine’s going to be their little fetish hero apparently.” “You mean Emi? She’s going to become famous as a mailgirl?” Eddie balked, looking unsure if he could believe all this. “Nine. Please call her Nine. No, it’s just for a journal and maybe some images without her name, and her wearing sunglasses and not clearly identifiable,” Sarah said, looking back over at Brandy. “Right?” Brandy nodded. “Yes, that’s right. Anonymously famous. Or at least we hope so.” Some of the guys folded their arms or were fidgeting. I glanced at the odd person that wasn’t looking directly at me. There was tension in the air. I took a deep breath, feeling like it was about to start soon. “Alright, just one more quick position,” Sarah announced, looking back at me. “You’re a real trooper, Nine,” she added with a little smile. “Can you put your hands behind your head?” I complied, wondering how long she was going to stretch out this – pre mailgirl training – orientation. “Oh my God,” Hannah said, bringing her hands up to her mouth. “It’s beginning!” Becca bumped her to shut up, while Sam scowled, looking around at everyone angrily. “Now just up on your toes, that’s right… but wider. An extra foot wider and push your tits out. Good. Hold that position.” Again, I was relieved that I was wearing the shirt, but I wondered if it was long enough. This position was making the hemline rise and it wasn’t that low to start with. “Travis, come up here,” Sarah ordered. I winced, realizing that he was already up here. How much more up-here did he need to be? “So Travis, this is called the inspection position. And I need you to demonstrate an inspection. You need to check if Nine’s uniform is perfect.” Flustered, Travis stepped forward looking embarrassed and awkward. Looking everywhere but at me. “Look at her uniform Travis, inspect it. What do you see?” He looked at my shoulders. “Ahh… umm…” “Not her shirt Travis, her mailgirl uniform. Get down on one knee.” Again he looked around at everyone awkwardly. My stomach was doing summersaults as I blushed, wondering how exposed I was. “Now Travis. We don’t have all day.” He got down on his knee and looked at my legs. Looking up he noticed what must have been my exposed lower bits. He blushed and quickly looked away. I did the same. Everyone watched silently as the awkward scene continued to unfold. “Travis! Focus… what do you see?” “Ahh… sorry. Umm… Emi… oh… ahh…” “Her name is NINE Travis. How many times do I have to say it? Do NOT call her by that name, she is NINE NINE NINE. Got it?” “Ah… okay, yes… sorry Sarah,” Travis said, looking everywhere but at my pussy. Sam scowled. “Emi Emi Emi, is still OFF the clock there, commandant.” Sarah turned and frowned at Sam. I grimaced, feeling bad for Travis. He seemed more embarrassed than I was – if that was possible. And I didn’t like the growing tension between Sam and Sarah. “Look you guys, let’s cool down a bit. This is hard enough as it is.” I knew I shouldn’t be breaking character, as I’m supposed to be a mailgirl in this orientation, but Sam was right. I wasn’t on the clock. Sarah turned back to Tavis. “Walk around her and look everywhere. Pretend she’s not wearing the shirt. Don’t be shy Travis, mailgirls are supposed to be looked at.” Tentatively Travis got up and slowly circled me, nervously. “Mailgirls cheer up an office with their natural beauty. But they are running around a lot and so sometimes we need to send them to the shower.” “I think… ahh… she’s good.” “How can you tell? You’re too far away. Get right up close to her, is she sweaty? Did she shave properly? You have to inspect everything Travis.” Asher stepped forward and patted Travis on the back, causing the poor fellow to jump. “It’s okay buddy, hang in there.” Hang in there? What about me? But then I saw Asher also give me a sympathetic look, pressing his lips together in a forced little smile. For some reason that meant the world to me, especially at this moment. He pulled Travis back into the group. “Sarah, what happens if she doesn’t pass inspection?” Asher said, clearly trying to rescue the poor guy. “Ahh… sorry Emi,” Travis said before slinking back with the others. “Travis, I’m not going to warn you again,” Sarah said ominously. But then she turned to face Asher. “If she’s not cleanly shaven, or sweaty, or has a single hair on her pussy or between her ass cheeks, then we order her to get cleaned up.” I felt bad for Travis. But cleaned up? What exactly was that going to entail, I wondered. Asher scratched his head. “Order? Cleaned up? How do you mean? We usually don’t tell… um… Nine, what to do.” “She’s a mailgirl! You are all supposed to tell her what to do,” she sighed, exasperatedly. “What I mean, Asher… is that if you find a single hair on her. And you will look; we will all be looking; then she will have to shave right here in front of everyone.” “Yeah, right!” Raul laughed. “As if… haha…” But then he shrunk back as he noticed the serious mood in the room. Sarah and Becca were both scowling at him. Eddie shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it and Leo’s eyes were popping. Travis was trying to hide behind the group. “Buncha freaks…” Sam mumbled. Sarah continued, “However, if she’s just sweaty from running around a lot then she has to have a shower.” Shower? What shower? It was mortifying having her talk about me like this in front of the guys. I was beginning to shake, not just from holding this position so long, but I was embarrassed as well. How could she talk about these things so casually? “A shower?” Asher asked. “But there is no shower in the building.” “There is a shower outside. Let me demonstrate. Come along Nine,” Sarah said, walking through the group. My gut just dropped through the floor and I stopped breathing. I can’t go outside in broad daylight. Especially not as a normal procedure. That would be insane! Mailgirls are supposed to be inside. The very thought of showering outside naked terrified me. Sam noticed my trepidation. “That’s not fair,” she said, “You didn’t even start the clock yet.” “Good point, Sam.” Sarah turned to me. “Nine – would you rather start the session now and walk outside fully naked? Or would you prefer to wear that shirt?” Thank God I had an option. “The shirt Ma’am,” I said, feeling relieved about the exposure outside. But what was going to happen when we reached the shower? This was just a demo, right? “That’s what I thought. Nine, grab the leash on the wall. Let’s do this properly.” Not wanting to drag this out, I ran over to get it and picked up the collar as well. I hurried back and handed her the collar. Everyone watched as she put it on me, clicking the latch into place. I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying this. “We don’t need the lock for this short little trip,” Sarah said as she took the leash from my hands. Brandy nodded when Sarah looked her way. Sarah continued, “Also note that this is a special BDSM safety leash, with an easy-break clip.” She demo-ed it by snapping the leash and I gasped as it came right off me with a sharp tug. It was jarring, but it didn’t hurt. She hooked it up again and led me outside, everyone following along behind. We were headed to the shower on the beach. I couldn’t help but imagine what this would be like if I didn’t have the shirt on. Would I even be able to step outside the doorway? I didn’t sign up for this! It was surreal, walking along the beach, barefoot, with a leash pulling me along and a posse of devs on my ass. At least I was wearing the shirt. Remembering my sunglasses, I pulled them down over my eyes. Suddenly I could look where I pleased. Sarah didn’t seem happy about my shielded eyes, but didn’t say anything. Glancing back, I saw Brandy trying to catch up to our group. Sam was grimacing in the sun. “Eyes front, Nine,” Sarah said, with a confusingly friendly voice as we started to gather around the outdoor shower — the shower Ben and I used a couple of times — only now it was broad daylight. As if she were conducting a tour, Sarah continued to address the crowd. “Alright. Usually mailgirls shower alone, but Nine here can’t be alone outside naked. Despite how fun this is, we are all about safety. So whoever notices a uniform violation, that person must bring her out here via the leash. Nine will be naked of course.” Leo looked stunned. “Oh my God, she has to be leashed outside naked?” My eyes went big under my sunglasses. Was this really going to happen? I was feeling scared again. “No,” Sam said. “The leash holder gets to decide if she is naked or not. And if she’s not naked then the leash is also optional during the daylight.” I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I witnessed Sam standing up for me. Looking over I saw Becca was disappointingly silent. Did she think I deserved this? Made my bed? It was hard to read her. Or maybe she was hiding that this was all fascinating for her. It was an uncomfortable thought, but I couldn’t blame her. Sarah smiled. “True enough, Sam. But she must take both off for the shower. And then she must drip dry on the way back, without the shirt. The shirt must not get wet. The leash holder will carry the shirt back and since Nine will then be naked, the leash will be mandatory.” Sam kicked the sand. “It can’t get wet? What if it’s raining?” Sarah pretended that she hadn’t heard. Again my heart sank. So the walk back was always going to be naked. Maybe I could run, better drying that way. But the leash… would my walker run with me? I needed to make sure Ben was my walker, if possible. Or maybe he can just take me to the shower first before someone else tries to. I could just ask him to do that. Or have a secret hand signal. “We could all just not inspect her or not fail her,” Sam challenged. Sarah shook her head. “That would be a terrible thing to do to Nine. You would let strangers bring her out here? Think about it. If you guys can’t keep her uniform perfect, then others in the office most certainly will.” Sam folded her arms. “So anyone can just send her anytime they feel like it? What if they say she needs a shower when she doesn’t?” Brandy held her hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun. “Thanks Sam, good question. If anyone abuses the mailgirl rules they get fired, instantly.” Arrg… was there no way out of this? It looked like it was going to be me and Ben. We could do this and better control the timing and reduce exposure to pedestrians. I could give him a hand signal, he could look outside to make sure it was clear. And then we could go outside with the shirt on and then run back quickly before anyone saw me. Sam scowled, folding her arms. She shook her head looking at Becca as if blaming her for all this. Becca didn’t seem to like this either, but it was hard to tell. Hannah, however, was wide-eyed and seemed both excited and worried. She couldn’t hide an emotion if her life depended on it. “Alright Nine, in you go. Demo a shower. I want to make sure you do it properly,” Sarah said. I froze. The words hit me like a sledgehammer. What was she talking about? Demo a shower? Who does that? That was stupid beyond belief and completely unnecessary. There was no way that was going to happen. We didn’t even start the mailgirl session yet! Sam stepped forward shoving her face towards Sarah. “I’m pretty sure she knows how to shower. She’s been doing it all her life.” Ignoring Sam, Sarah continued. “It’s important that this is done properly,” she said to the gathered group. “First there is no time for hair drying, with her short sessions, so she must keep her hair as dry as possible. Nine, can you take off your shirt and hand it to me?” Hesitating, I looked over and saw Brandy watching from the side. She looked at me with a nod of encouragement that I was not feeling. Sarah smiled. “Look Nine, everyone here has seen you naked. Let’s just do a quick demo and then we head back.” I felt the hemline of my shirt. Was I really going to shower in front of my co-workers? They’d already seen me naked, but showering involved touching one’s privates. That was definitely something I didn’t want to do while everyone watched. I glanced around and saw some guy hop off his bike and look our way. He was likely curious why we were all gathered around the shower. Just what I needed, a bigger audience. “Ahh… there is someone there,” I said. My heart rate was increasing. “Nine, everyone on the island has already seen you.” Sam moved to stand where his view would be blocked. Ben joined her. “Look, Nine, it will just take a minute. Mailgirl showers are quick. Or I can start the session right now, and we can stay out here for the full ten minutes – your choice. Either way, you will be naked. But first I need to take off your leash,” she said stepping forward and unclipping it. “Turn around.” I turned around, presenting the back of my collar to her. Then, I felt her unclip and remove it. Despite the reason, it felt good to have the collar off again. Still with my back to everyone, and trying to keep my hands from shaking, I pulled my shirt up – not knowing who might be staring at my ass – and quickly had it over my head. Turning slightly, I handed it to her. My only piece of clothing. Naked outside in broad daylight. In the distance I could see people on the boardwalk and was thankful they weren’t closer and the guy on the bike was still there, but his view was blocked somewhat. I didn’t need an audience of strangers during my shower. It was bad enough with this group of people I knew, which couldn’t be helped. I turned on the water and stepped in, wanting to get the shower over with as fast as possible. It was the first time I had ever showered with sunglasses on. That in itself was a strange experience, adding to the weirdness, but I was glad to have them. I tried to keep my hair dry and let the cool water pour over my body. It wasn’t freezing, thankfully, and felt good thanks to the morning heat. “You guys,” Ben said. “Let’s all form a circle and turn around… give her some privacy.” “No,” Sarah said, as the guys formed a circle. “Stay facing her. This is your training as much as it is hers. How are you to ensure she showers properly if you don’t watch?” “Proper? She doesn’t even have soap.” Sam stated. Do they all have to all watch? Wasn’t it embarrassing enough? Keeping my hair dry, I rubbed my belly and under my arms. I hurried, wanting to finish quickly. “Just clean yourself thoroughly… and uhh… don’t forget the other areas,” Sarah insisted, keeping a good eye on me. This was beyond embarrassing. But I tried to just get it over with, pretending I was alone. We all shower right? This can’t be different from what everyone does. I turned my back to them and continued washing myself. “No,” Sarah admonished. “It’s an inspection as much as a shower.” A pause. “I mean…” There was no need for her to explain. I understood. Turning back to the group, my face felt flushed. Closing my eyes, I desperately wanted to put my whole head under the water, to hide the embarrassment that was surely visible on my face. Still hidden by my sunglasses, I forced my eyes open and looked at a few of the faces, noticing that I had been mistaken. This was different. It felt incredibly naughty, and everyone seemed transfixed on my body. Somehow that jolted me. I tried to ignore that spike in arousal as I ran my hands over my wet skin. All the poses this put me through. I worried about how it must look as I cleaned between my butt cheeks with both hands. Because this forced my shoulders back, pushing out my chest, I quickly switched to using only one hand. Having avoided two important areas, I could no longer delay and put one hand between my legs and cleaning there while rubbing my breast with the other, I noted all the eyes watching me. Oh God, I was getting carried away. But it’s all just cleaning, right? Perfectly normal. Yes, perfectly normal I thought as I continued to rub, wipe, and caress myself in front of everyone. I knew I was just lying to myself, as my arousal kept building. Hannah stepped forward. “Ahh… touching that area so much while showering outside where everyone can see her… might make it umm… it could be counterproductive.” Shocked at being called out, I froze, hands still in place. Hannah’s comments were not helping as I was blushing up a storm. Some were watching my face, others down lower. For some reason, it was the ones looking at my face that embarrassed me the most. I was shocked to find a more slippery form of moisture between my legs and moved my hands to my stomach instead. “Alight Nine, that’s enough. This isn’t a sex show for Christ’s sake. Turn off the water and come over here.” Flustered, I obeyed and Sarah walked slowly around my wet body as if inspecting it. “Next you have to put the collar back on and walk her back. However, we don’t want the collar to get wet so you should have a tiny cloth that you can dry her neck with. May I dry your neck Nine?” Brandy stepped forward with a notepad. “Hold up Sarah. I just want to make a few comments.” I balked. Comments while I was outside and naked. She wanted to delay this. “Obviously we are new to this and Sarah is doing a fantastic job here and I appreciate Sam’s feedback. After observing, I think I’ll make a couple of practical suggestions about how the showering will work.” Sam and Sarah looked surprised and my gut clenched. Brandy was going to make this worse – much much worse. “First we don’t tell the mailgirls how to shower, but Sarah is right. Keep the hair dry. Also by the back door will be a little shower set. A razor, a big towel and soap. Nine will wear the towel outside, leaving her shirt inside. And if a shaving infraction has occurred, Nine can decide where she wants to correct that. It can be outside here with just one person, or back in the office in front of everyone.” Blinking in surprise and relief I realized that Brandy had given me a couple of huge concessions. I no longer had to travel to, or from, the shower naked. Plus I now had the option to shave in front of just one person, Ben most likely, but outside? Brandy smiled, bowing my way. Unable to speak, I bowed a thank you back. I looked to Sarah, hoping to get this over with. I was naked and wasn’t sure if anyone up on the boardwalk could see me. “Okay, chin up… yes, like that,” she said, as she dabbed around my neck, walking around to my front she continued dabbing until she was behind me again. I was staring ahead as she did this, watching a pair of seagulls fighting over a piece of food near the crashing waves. Another seagull was flying overhead in the cloud-dotted sky, as if protesting the food fight. Such a simple life. If only I had wings, I’d fly away from all this craziness. I felt the collar slip on, and click shut. Then she walked around to my front again and clipped on the leash, looking deep into my sunglasses eyes. “Are you looking me in the eyes now?” I tilted my head downwards but defiantly looked her in the eyes, trembling slightly from embarrassment but trying to not let her intimidate me. “Why not give her a towel so that she can dry off and then wear the shirt on her walk back?” Sam said, looking annoyed. “That will be the procedure moving forward. Unfortunately no towel here, so we will stick with the original plan for today. Besides, this whole thing is about embarrassment. What part of that do you guys not get? Brandy needs to write her journal,” Sarah shook her head in amusement. “She’s not on the clock, Sarah,” Ben said, holding out his hand. “I’ll walk her back.” Sarah looked at him with surprise and then glanced back. Brandy nodded. “As you wish, Ben,” she said, handing him the leash and stepping back. “Alright guys, tight circle around her. Move it. You know the drill… think Halloween,” Ben said, taking charge. “Oh right! Great idea,” Raul exclaimed excitedly, as they all formed a circle around me. Liz and Hannah also joined in. “About time someone showed some balls,” Sam said, walking with Becca from the sidelines. Ben, holding my leash, looked at my sunglasses. “Hang in there, Emi,” he said quietly as we started walking, bringing the group back towards the building. “Nine was lucky this morning,” Sarah laughed. “Next time, only one person will be with her when she is showering. No ring of people around her.” I thought about that. Yes, that would be bad if there were people on the beach, watching me shower. However, not having all the devs watching me as I touch myself, would definitely be better. As I walked in the sand, the guys were too close. They were almost stepping on my feet, sometimes bumping into me, but I didn’t say anything. Being naked outside, I was enormously grateful that my team was hiding me from the public. Once inside, Ben took off the collar and leash and put them back in their home by the whiteboard. Taking off my sunglasses, I walked over to the mat and stood on it. My hands behind my back in standard mailgirl position. I was still wet from the shower so I couldn’t put on the shirt yet and I couldn’t stop thinking about how embarrassing the outside shower had been, with everyone watching me, but at least I was inside again. Since Brandy had granted me the huge towel concession, I decided to play along for a few more minutes, if possible. Brandy walked over to me and turned to face everyone. “Before we start, Sarah will demo for us how to start a walkie session. For a moment, pretend Sarah is a mailgirl, but off the clock, doing her normal dev help thing. I’ll sit here like a developer with a problem.” Sarah walked over to a desk. “This is how you do it properly,” she said, waving her head in a mocking manner at Brandy. Pretending to help her with some problem.” I definitely didn’t look like that when helping someone. Was she trying to be funny? “Walkies!” Brandy said, feigning excitement. “Yes Ma’am,” Sarah said, turning and rushing as fast as she could to the collar and leash. She then returned to Brandy, dropping to one knee with her head down and her arms held up blindly above her head holding the leash and collar for Brandy to take from her hands. “Not bad,” Brandy said. “That was 8 seconds. If it had been over 10 seconds then Nine would lose the right to wear her shirt while on walkies.” Another shocking development. I shouldn’t have felt surprised, but I was. Brandy continued. “Also, I have decided to make this walkies thing happen whenever the walker wants. But it must not overlap with any other session, and it must come after the ten minutes of morning prep. Nine, could you try it once? Sam, could you sit here?” “Fuck no,” Sam blurted. “Fine, I’ll do it myself,” Bandy said. “Can you help me with a problem, Nine?” I walked over to her while Sam tossed me my shirt. Noticing that I was finally dry, I slipped it on, giving Sam a smile. After making sure the hemline was decent, I leaned over, pretending to help Brandy. “Walkies…” she said. “Yes, Ma’am.” I rushed to get the leash and collar and hurried back. “Ten seconds Nine, that’s cutting it a little close. Shirt,” she said, holding out her hand. “But she is within the 10 seconds,” Hannah blurted. It was what everyone was thinking. “That just means she ‘optionally’ can wear the shirt if the walker so chooses. Remember, the walker can simply decide to remove the shirt at any time. Shirt,” she said again, gesturing for me to give it to her. I slipped it off, handing it to her. Less than a minute after putting it on, I was naked once again for a group of co-workers. At least we were inside now. “Alright, we are almost done with the mailgirl orientation. I just want everyone to have one try at an inspection and then we are finished. Nine, present.” Not feeling like playing along I didn’t move. The orientation, as far as I was concerned, was over. “Nine?” Brandy asked. “I’m starting the session now,” I said, reaching over to my watch and pressing start on my timer, preset to ten minutes. Brandy chuckled. “As you wish.” “We have time for a few inspections,” Sarah said. “You all will have a walkies session and will likely have to bring Nine to the shower at least once, so everyone should become comfortable with asking her to present, inspecting her, and leashing her up.” “Oh my God, this is so intense!” Hannah blurted, as she ran up to be first. “Don’t worry Nine, you look so hot,” she said, winking. “Present!” Despite my tough morning, Hannah had a knack for making me smile. For the first time I assumed the mailgirl presentation position, fully naked, up on my toes with my hands behind my head. It was extremely embarrassing to be exposing myself so lewdly in front of everyone. “You have to stick out your tits and spread your legs more,” Hannah explained with a friendly smile. She demonstrated the proper pose, assuming the position herself. I blushed seeing her push out her tits. I didn’t even want to imagine what I looked like without clothes. Keeping my eyes forward, I copied her perfect form. Hannah looked pleased. “Great job, Nine!” She went through the motions of examining my body and somehow made it funny. Brandy strutted up to the front, standing before me. “I know you all have reservations about assisting here, but keep in mind that we are making history. This mailgirl app will be the first of its kind and so will the journal. We are at the beginning of a major movement here.” Hannah bent over comically, dangling her head upside down. “Nice shaving job, Nine!” she said, nearly touching me with her nose. Feeling tense, I almost laughed. Almost. I could feel her breath between my legs. “Each of you can take your place in history. Where were you when mailgirl Nine started working on the mailgirl app? Did you ever take her for a walkie? Did you ever inspect her? Did you help her overcome her fear of public nudity? When this island booms with new business, Nine will be legendary and you will each be either filled with pride or regret. Which will it be? Did you help her succeed? Did you bravely nudge her forward or did you cowardly hold her back? What was YOUR role in all this?” My heart sank. Suddenly, I wished I would have talked to the guys much earlier. After her speech, it was going to be hard to convince them to go easy on me. Sam clapped slowly, walking forward. “What an inspiring speech… let’s give it up for the little one,” she said, continuing to clap. Nobody else clapped. Sarah folded her arms and frowned. Liz took her turn with the inspection while I stayed up on my toes, chest out, arms behind my back, legs spread wide. She walked around behind me and then back into the front and looked up into my eyes. I briefly looked into her eyes and saw that Liz was enjoying this entirely too much. Quietly she continued, making a show of checking my feet, my legs, and proceeded gradually up. “Raul?” Sam asked. “How long did it take for Nine to finally start trusting you and the rest of the team?” He stepped forward. “Ahh… a long time I guess.” “And how precious do you feel that trust is right now?” “Ahh… very precious. I’d do anything for our leader.” I noticed Sarah winced a little when he said that. “How hard do you think it would be to lose that trust? Say you were ‘helping’ her get used to nudity and humiliating her out in public. Do you think she would ever forgive you?” “Ahh… but what about what Brandy said, about helping the project? About helping her succeed?” “Not what I asked. Do you think she would ever forgive you?” Raul looked at me. I held a poker face. “No… I suppose not,” he said. “That’s right. We are either WITH her or AGAINST her. Make no mistake, this project will be plenty embarrassing enough for the journals. If any of you foolishly squander your precious friendship with her, you will only have yourself to blame.” Raul nodded. A few of the others nodded as well. I couldn’t believe it. Sam was my hero. She was coming through for me. I never loved her more. Why was she doing this for me? Brandy was smiling. “Oh, that’s so cute, Sam. I had no idea that you had special feelings for Nine,” she said with a wink. “That was the most romantic thing I have ever seen!” “She’s my friend, that’s all!” Sam explained. “But I’d do her.” Hannah popped her head up. “Oh my God, Sam!” “Shut up, Hannah! She’s just using psychological warfare,” she blurted, glaring at Brandy. Becca was laughing. Liz whispered in my ear. “I noticed a tiny bit of stubble. You didn’t shave this morning, did you?” My heart sank, pulling me away from Sam and Hannah’s fun antics. Was Liz going to betray me? Sarah frowned. “Say it out loud, Liz,” she ordered. Liz hesitated. “Ahh… I was just telling her how much I admire her… ahh… perfect uniform,” she said. After waiting for Sarah to look away, she winked. Sarah grunted. “We don’t have much time left. Time to practice collaring and leashing the mailgirl. I’ll start with the most reluctant,” she announced. “Alright Travis, collar up the mailgirl,” she said, tossing him the collar. He almost dropped it. Travis was hesitant to touch my neck. But with shaking hands he managed to get the collar on and clicked it shut. But in doing so he pushed awkwardly on it and caused me to almost step forward. “Oh sorry, Emi…” he said. “I’ve warned you twice already, Travis! Everyone listen up. You don’t seem to be getting it. Nine is on duty now and Brandy here is ‘all-in’ with well over 2 million dollars invested and a potential cruise ship port on the line. This is a huge deal for the island and everyone on it. If anyone doesn’t take this seriously, you’re fired. It’s that simple.” “Oh… I’m sorry,” Travis said. His hands were shaking as he unclipped my collar and let it slip from his hands, twanging a nipple on the way down. “Ahh!” I gasped in pain from the nipple tweak. The collar had landed on the floor. It wasn’t that bad, but my nipple wasn’t happy. “Sorry Emi!” Travis said automatically, without thinking. He bent down to pick up the collar. Sarah looked shocked, looking around at everyone. “What did I just say? Travis, go to your desk and finish up what you were in the middle of. Then start transferring your remaining tasks over to others. At the end of the day, you can hand your laptop into IT.” Suddenly the room went quiet. I was stunned and trying to blink away what had just happened. Travis’s reaction was perfectly natural. It made me sick to my gut. I looked Sarah in the eyes, angrily. Brandy was watching us closely, as was everyone. “That’s one demerit, Nine,” she said, as Travis, with his shoulders slumped, dragged his feet to his desk. “Eyes down, Nine!” Raul went over to Travis and put his arm around his buddy’s back, looking back angrily at Sarah. Asher swore to himself. “Sarah, was that really necessary? Aren’t you getting a little carried away there? It was an accident.” “Look Asher, Travis was already on thin ice with the whole APC power fiasco. Plus I did warn him multiple times. I literally said if he did it one more time, he would be fired. Then what did he immediately do?” “So what, now you’re going to punish Nine as well? What’s this demerit thing?” Asher asked. “Nine here gets extra time added to her session or some other punishment,” Sarah explained. I was barely able to contain my anger. I was furious. And I had to hide it. While Sarah and Asher were engaged, I reached over and tapped my watch. Then scribbled ‘y-card’ and sent it to Brandy. Then I defiantly stopped presenting, and assumed the normal mailgirl position with my hands behind my back. Brandy got the message and came over to me. “About Travis?” she whispered in my ear. I nodded. “Look. It’s unlikely I can do anything about that…” she paused upon seeing my face. “Ahh… but you just have a couple of minutes left. We can talk in my office after this,” she said quietly before stepping away. Noticing my position change, Sarah balked. “Another demerit for you Nine!” she barked. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,’ I said in a proper, polite mailgirl tone. “But the demerits cannot be applied without a working system to contain them, so they will not be effective in this case, as the whole system is as of yet still undefined.” Sarah looked at me with growing irritation. “I can just write them on the board.” “I’m sorry Ma’am, but that is not compliant with mailgirl regulations. Plus in my case overtime will not apply or will simply overlap within my 90 minutes. So one, two or a hundred demerits will not make a difference in any case.” “I’ll take it from here Sarah,” Brandy said, stepping up to the front. “Yes, it’s true. It’s a little early to be using demerits when we haven’t even defined them yet. So let me fix that. Five demerits mean ten more minutes added to the next walkies. Ten demerits mean something special, which I will explain in detail later. However, Monday is a training day, so no demerits will count today. I was glad to hear that, but Sarah looked sharply at Brandy, annoyed. “That said, as we want to make this work there needs to be incentive to get things right. So the whiteboard demerits will be allowed, starting tomorrow. Sarah seemed pleased about that, but now I was annoyed. “Thanks for participating everyone,” Brandy said. “You can all go back to your desks now.” Sarah hesitated. Brandy nodded to her and Sarah also went back to her desk leaving Brandy alone with me. She got down on one knee, gesturing for me to come down and join her. Reluctantly I got down on my knees, unable to look her in the face. I was angry, embarrassed, tired of this whole thing. “Rough morning,” she admitted, looking almost apologetic. “You’re doing great. We are almost done. We have just a minute left to squeeze in the last position. Okay?” Irritated and uncomfortable with how close she was, but glad it was now just the two of us, I nodded. “Alright now just move your knees further apart on the mat.” I did. “Chest out more… that’s it. And knees wider. At least 8 more inches.” I looked at her in alarm, before looking back down again. Now I was really glad everyone had returned to their desks. I moved my legs wider apart, feeling entirely too exposed. Brandy waved with her fingers, indicating I should keep going. Unable to look up, I complied. This pose was unbelievable. I couldn’t imagine doing this on a daily basis. Why had Sarah made so many mats? Had they been distributed throughout the building? Brandy smiled. “That’s it. You look fantastic. That’s the whole point of this. To share your feminine beauty,” she said the last two words as she looked between my legs. I was still upset about Travis, but this was very distracting. I was blushing as this mailgirl kneeling position was way too intense. My watch beeped, signaling the end of the mailgirl session. I knelt there fuming at Sarah, but then I remembered the shirt. I stood up and walked over and grabbed it, roughly pulling it over my head. I walked past her again, looking her in the eyes. Showing her my anger and disappointment as I went over to Travis. Sarah stood there briefly, then she walked back to her desk and began packing up her laptop. “Don’t worry, Travis. I’ll fix this… okay?” I said gently, putting my hand on his shoulder. He nodded, looking forlorn. I was upset and hurt and felt responsible. If we were not doing this mailgirl crap none of this would be happening. Looking over at Raul, I saw him turn his face away and wipe his eyes with his forearm. He was even more upset than I was. Travis was his buddy. I got up and glanced at Brandy. She started to leave the room and nodded for me to follow her. I did so, but I noticed that Sam was following me as we walked past Sarah’s desk. Sam stuck her face out at Sarah as she walked by. “Way to go genius. You’re supposed to be helping Brandy’s stupid mailgirl journal. Anger and disgust should go over really well. What a total fuckup!” Looking back I saw Sarah looking stunned from Sam’s comment. Sam followed me into the hallway. Brandy went up the stairs and around the corner. I was alone with Sam. Did she have something to say? I stopped, turning to face her. “Hey Sam,” I said, feeling gratitude for all her support. Sam looked down. “Emi, are you okay?” she asked. It was nice to hear my proper name. “Am I okay?” I asked, stepping forward and engulfing her in a great hug. “Lemme go!” “You were my hero today,” I said, squeezing harder. “That’s right. I’m the only one left. Those mailgirl bitches were no help at all,” she said, still struggling to get away from me. “I love you Sam,” I said, kissing her on the forehead, causing her to freeze. She looked flustered, stunned, and then she… trembled in my arms? That was strange. I stepped back looking her in the eyes, with my hands on her shoulders. She was red-faced and looking away. “Sam?” Suddenly she scowled, pushing my arms off, looking me straight in the eyes. “Do that again, and you will be on your own!” she said, turning and stomping away. I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, cute but puzzling. Had I been too forward? Or might this be something else? The sound of a door opening nearby pulled me from my thoughts. Up ahead I saw Raul taking Travis out the side door, his arm on his buddy’s back as Travis shuffled along lifelessly. My smile vanished and I turned and charged up the stairs in pursuit of Brandy. 19.4

The Accidental Life Model by Exhibition1st A naive young student ends up naked & humiliated. I sighed as I looked through my wallet, it was full of receipts but definitely not full of cash, in fact it was empty. I'd checked my bank account that morning too and knew I was overdrawn, I couldn't ask my parents to bail me out again, they'd already given me fifty quid last week... "bloody hell" I thought to myself, "there's got to be some way I can get some cash in..." I wasn't sure how though, all the best jobs had been taken at the start of term, while I was stupidly too busy getting drunk and having a good time... and what with studying and captaining the swim team I could never really find the time to commit to a regular job... my mind idly flicked through some possibilities until the sound of the bell brought me out of my reverie and back to the present moment. I looked up as the bus started to slow, this was my stop. I picked up my bag, jumped off the bus, thanking the driver as I did so, and headed to campus. I decided to take a different route today, it was sunny & I had time to spare so I went the long way, through the park - figured the walk would do me good and, you never know, I might pass a few of the girls from the netball team. I'd heard from my best mate Matt that they sometimes sunbathed near the yoga studio and I half fancied my chances with the blonde one, Sam, I think she was called. Although to be fair I also quite fancied Matt, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, I wasn't in the mood to think about that and anyway, its probably just a phase I told myself unconvincingly. People always said I was a good looking guy but I never really believed them, I was toned with a proper 6-pack in the way that 20-year olds often are without having to actually do much to earn it, I swam regularly, thats true, but never went to the gym and didn't particularly watch my diet. I had green eyes & soft brown hair, loosely styled with wax, tousled, bit scruffy. Today I was wearing my favourite skinny jeans & a plain blue H&M t - I checked my reflection in a shop window, pulling my sunglasses down over my nose so I could see myself properly, pausing and brushing a hand through my hair. I realised that a couple in the shop were watching me and exchanged a little laugh. Flushing red at the unexpected attention, I carried on walking quickly. I wasn't vain, wasn't particularly confident if the truth be told, but still liked to make an effort with how I looked, especially if there was a chance of bumping into the netball girls. I was shy, at least that's how I think my friends would describe me, I always chose to shower in a cubicle if I'd been for a swim, or try to hang around until the others had finished before getting changed myself. I couldnt quite define where this shyness had come from, but it was a thing, and sort of went hand-in-hand with an introverted lack of confidence with girls, or guys for that matter. As I walked I thought about my chances of getting a girlfriend, even just some casual action would do, Christ, there cant be too many second year virgins I thought? A skint virgin too... bloody hell. I frowned, scuffing my converse shoes on the floor and aimlessly kicking a pebble into the grass. I looked up to see the yoga studio, it was an old pavillion, converted into a studio with a funky looking extension, mostly big glass panels set in an aluminium frame, styled in a nod to the architecture of the victorian pavillion, but somehow now very trendy and modern. No netball girls I realised as I walked past & kicked another pebble disconsolately. I saw there was a class in the studio and curiosity got the better of me, there was bamboo planted like a hedge around the glass which made it quite tricky to see, but I'm tall so managed to sneak up & peer over the top... this looked like some sort of art class... a mixed group of artists of different ages sat behind their easels, quietly focused on an old man standing on a raised platform. The man looked pretty bored to be honest, he had a dressing gown on, he was flexing his left arm and looking down at his bicep. "Blimey" I thought, now thats easy money... I wonder if I could get involved with this? No-one had seen me peering over and I carried on around the building to get back to the path. As I walked past the entrance though I saw some notices pinnned on a board, "yoga classes they read, park run, meditation workshop, art classes..." "hmmm", "this could be a winner," I scanned the art class notice, took a picture on my battered iPhone and read it as I walked on. The Friday afternoon classes didn't clash with my lectures, or my swimming - and that seriously is money for old rope I thought... I'd never even seen a life drawing class before, let alone thought of modelling myself, but it looked pretty simple. I didnt know anyone in the class and I was happy to be topless, I would never get naked - obviously - but I knew I had a pretty good torso, certainly much better than the guy I'd just seen, so I felt like I'd be confident enough to give this a go. That evening after swim training, I emailed the address of the tutor from the poster. "Hi Stephen, I saw the poster for your art classes today and wondered if you might need any models? I'm a student at the uni, local, reliable and I've had a fair bit of life modelling experience in my home town." I added a brief description of myself, signed it off "David" and hit "send". The bit about being experienced was complete fabrication, but I figured how would he know? And really, any idiot could stand in their shorts and flex right? A couple of minutes later my phone buzzed as a text came through. "Hi David, its Stephen - sorry to text late but I've just picked up your email and actually you may be able to help me out with a class, someone has cancelled at the last minute and this is an important one, I need someone experienced, can I call you?" "Wow!" I thought, "Ker-ching!" "Hi Stephen, yes of course, I'm free if you'd like to call." My heart was beating fast as I sent the text and I realised I was actually a bit nervous. The thought of standing there with everyone looking at me, my chest exposed like that. Maybe I'll see if I can keep my t-shirt on I thought as the phone rang. "Hello, David speaking." "Hi David - thanks so much for replying so quickly, it's Stephen about the life-modelling class. I wouldn't usually do this without meeting up first, but one of my regular models has cancelled on me at the last minute, she thinks she's picked up a summer cold and was worried about spreading it, people are so cautious now aren't they? I have a class tomorrow which is a double model class - supposed to be a guy and a girl posing but, well, you said you've got lots of experience so I'm sure you'll be fine with it. Thinking about this particular group I think they will really enjoy having 2 guys model for them. I can pay you £40 for 2 hours," he said... "and there may be some tips as well." Blimey I thought, forty quid just to stand there next to some bloke while people paint me, I can't believe I've never thought of this before! "Ah yeah thats fine. I've modelled on my own and with others many times," I lied. "All good with me." "Excellent, well thats great news - is 3pm ok tomorrow?" he said, "its a special class actually...". As he spoke though the signal dropped out on my phone and I missed his words... "it's a group of.... birthday party... body... something...." he said. "Is that OK for you? Again I wouldn't usually ask someone I haven't worked with to do this for their first class with us, but it seems like you have a lot of experience so what do you say?" I was distracted now m by the idea of the cash and found myself just agreeing even though I hadn't really heard or followed what he'd said. "Of course, thats fine!" I said, "Actually I modelled for a class just like that a few months ago." "Excellent, excellent, David you're a life-saver! I'll see you tomorrow - if you could arrive about ten to 3 please so we can start on time... any questions?" he asked. "No I dont think so," I said... "oh, just one thing," I asked, "what should I wear?" "Haha you are a funny one" he said, "see you tomorrow!" Thats odd I thought, I guess it must just be a dressing gown... thats what the guy wore today. I thought it was likely that at some point the dressing gown would come off though so they could paint the actual torso of the model. I fished out my chino shorts from the washing basket ready for the next day so I had something nice to wear & went to bed thinking about my new venture and all the cash, I wondered how many gigs like this I could get and what was it about this particular class that made it special. I'm sure he said a birthday - probably some old lady's birthday party. I felt pretty good the next day as I approached the yoga studio, I saw one of the gardeners in the park cutting the grass and said a cheery "good morning" as I passed him. "Morning mate," he said. I noticed his tanned muscular arms, the sweat on his forehead, I saw the waistband of his calvins just visible above his loose cargo trousers as he turned and bent back down to work and felt a flutter in my chest and a twang of desire... bloody hell, David, not now, I thought. I checked my phone, quarter to 3, a few minutes early so I stopped outside and read the notices again to pass a few minutes. Todays was down as a life-model class and had been marked as 'private', I wondered what the other model would be like. I checked my look, I was wearing a navy t-shirt and some fitted pink chinos. Underneath them though I was just wearing some old white briefs that my mum bought me years ago when I was about 15, they were literally the last clean pair of underwear I had. In a hasty last-minute decision I'd stuffed a pair of socks down the front. No one's actually going to see them I thought, so whats wrong with it, no different to girls wearing a push-up bra. I'm not that well-endowed and these shorts are quite fitted so I might as well give myself a bit of extra padding to boost my confidence. My dressing gown was in my rucksack. I stepped in to the studio and called out to see if anyone was there, "hello... Stephen?" "Hi!" he said, appearing from behind a screen. "You must be David, oh lovely to meet you! You look great, so handsome, I love those cheekbones, and what broad shoulders." I blushed as he stepped back and looked me up and down, his eyes lingered for a moment too long over my groin. My goodness I can see why you're suited to life modelling!" he smiled. "Mathias is our other model today, he's unfortunately running a few minutes late but not to worry, we'll start with some solo poses and then make it a bit more interesting when he arrives!" He laughed and winked at me. "And I do apologise, the air conditioning seems to be stuck on I'm afraid so its rather more chilly than you might be used to, but it doesn't look like shrinkage should be a problem for you haha and I have made a call to see if someone can fix it for us." I wasn't sure what he meant by shrinkage, "maybe I can keep my t-shirt on I?" I volunteered, "if its too cold I mean?" "Haha oh you are funny as well as good looking" he laughed. Worth a try, I thought and I stepped on to the stage to see how it felt before the artists arrived, suddenly when I looked at all the chairs set-up in front of me I felt nervous... the front row was very close, maybe a metre away... forty quid is forty quid I told myself and besides, it's too late to back out now. It felt strange to be on the inside of the glass building that I'd been peering through from the outside just yesterday. The bamboo hedge gave it a nice screen however, so even though the walls were largely glass it felt intimate and private, not many people would be able to peer through like I had from the outside. Stephen I'd say was about 45, slim with short hair and blue eyes, he was gay I was sure, he seemed very friendly and genuine. Cute in a DILF type way. "Ah here they come, hello hello!" he exclaimed as a group walked in through the door. I swallowed and felt my palms suddenly sweaty and my throat dry, thoughts raced through my mind - I didn't like attention, why had I signed up to this... The demographic looks very different to yesterday I thought, and realised everyone that had come in so far was young, male and well, good-looking. "Fuck, he's fit, I thought checking out a guy with short blond hair and blue eyes... bloody hell so is his mate..." "Hello chaps!" Stephen trilled, where's the birthday boy, is he here yet? "He's just coming" said blue eyes. He sat down where he'd entered and then, seeing me, changed his mind and opted to take a seat that was right in front of me. "Hi!" he said, smiling, "I'm Charlie, nice to meet you." Oh my gosh that smile... my heart gave a thump that threatened to burst out of my chest & a cloud of butterflies fluttered in my stomach. "Uh... hi." I said nervously, dry throated, then I managed to squeeze out a smile and tried again. "Hi, I'm David!" more confident that time, I thought. I turned away, blew out my cheeks, took a sip of my water and adjusted my padding. A few minutes later and the studio was full, 15 guys, mostly between the age of 25 - 30 with a couple a bit older.. and all attractive - a far cry from the middle aged to elderly crowd that was here yeaterday. Just breathe, I told myself, worst case this is 2 hours of 'shirt-off' attention and then it'll all be over. Stephen spoke to them all and welcomed them, "such a fun idea to do a life modelling class as a birthday party" he said. Dan (the birthday boy) beamed at this. He was tanned, with a little stubble, hazel eyes and gorgeous dark brown curly hair. The group had obviously been drinking over lunch and looked like they intended to continue, I saw cans of gin & tonic and a couple of bottles of prossecco being passed around. "Right!" He said, "welcome everyone, we have a real treat lined-up for you today." The group all grinned as they looked up at me. It seemed like they were already a bit drunk and I wasn't convinced many of them would be very interested in drawing. "So we'll do some really fun poses, our models are David and Mathias" he said, smiling at me. He ignored a low wolf-whistle from the back of the room which made me blush. "Mathias will be joining us shortly. We'll start with some simple poses and then move on to some more fun stuff before finishing with some body painting!" he said to whoops of delight from the group. I didnt even know what body painting was, presumably painting a picture of my body, I was a bit confused as to why this got such a reaction, I guessed they liked the look of my swimmers physique? I blushed horribly and tried to listen to a hushed conversation between blue eyed Charlie and Dan the birthday boy, it sounded like Charlie said something like "well I bagsy this one"... "So David" Stephen said, "if you'd be so kind as to slip-off your t-shirt for us please, also your shoes and socks, and we'll get started." I swallowed, tried to smile confidently at him (I couldn't look at the group) and took my t-shirt up over my head. I tried to play it cool & take it off the way they do in the diet coke adverts... Fifteen pairs of eyes locked on my chest, it was cold so my nipples were hard, standing out proudly against my lightly tanned skin like small pink bullets. My chest was smooth save for a generous tussle of hair in the centre over my sternum and a light brown trail of hair from my belly button down to my shorts. "And breathe" I said to myself once more. I settled into the pose as the class themselves settled into drawing, with Stephen working his way around the room to help them. Despite a few giggles every now and again and some hushed laughter this was honestly easy money I thought. My mind wandered as I stiod there... I wondered what Mathias would be like, probably fat and middle aged I thought. I moved on to thinking about how fit the guys painting were... I really should think about experimenting... I've told myself that finding guys attractive is a phase for so long now, but its not passing. My heart raced as I caught Charlie looking at my bulge and then my face. If only he knew what was under these shorts I thought. I felt a bit of a fraudster, thank god hes not going to see! I heard the door open and noises from the park drifted in on the summer air - birdsong, a dog barking, the light chatter of friends and the sound of gardeners cutting the hedges or mowing the grass in the distance. This must be Mathias I thought, I couldn't see him as I was facing the other direction and trying to hold my pose but I heard Stephen welcome him. "Mathias!" beamed Stephen, "so glad you're here, don't worry about being late. Pop your things down there and then why don't you join David on stage. You two are going to look great together!" I felt a murmer of assent from the room... hmm maybe he was good-looking after all. "I tell you what", Stephen said as I heard the other model taking off his shoes, "why don't you stand back to back like this" I felt him positioning Mathias behind me. "Lovely! We'll just hold this for 5 minutes or so to get you warmed up." "Hi there" I heard him say as he stood next to me. "Haha, hi" I replied. His voice sounded familiar, young but manly. I tried to visualise him and lost myself in a daydream quickly. I still felt relaxed, even with company. It wasn't as bad as I had feared, even though I was in front of a room of gay guys, I had got used to the attention and it made me feel pretty good about my body, seeing all the admiring looks and the occasional smile or wink. Plus now it felt easier with Mathias here to share some of the attention, that would take the focus off me. My state of zen relaxation wasn't destined to last long unfortunately, in fact it was quickly about to go dangerously downhill. "Right boys, I think you've both had a warm-up" Stephen said, have a little shake to loosen yourselves up & we'll move on to something more adventurous." I shook my arms and legs gently as I turned to say a proper hello to my new partner on stage, "Shit!" I exclaimed "Matt! what the fu..." "David!" he said, his eyes wide and equally surprised! "Since when have you done this?" I asked him in a whisper. "And what sort of name is Mathias?" "Haha I've been doing it for a couple of terms now, its good money and I actually don't mind the work, usually its a lot of old dears ogling me - this is the first time I've done it for a class of guys though! Mathias is my stage-name," he grinned. "I don't want people looking me up on social media outside of classes.." "How about you?" he continued, "You're so shy about getting naked after a swim, you don't even use the urinals next to anyone else in a club... so I would never have thought this was your bag? Looking at that bulge though I'd say you've got nothing to worry about!" he winked, looking down at my shorts and patting me playfully on the shoulder. "What?" I hissed, "what do you mean? What has being naked got to do with anything??" He raised a quizzical looking eyebrow and went to speak, but didn't have time to reply before Stephen interrupted us. "Right, settle down now everyone, Mathias, David - looks like you've got to know each other which is great, chemistry between models is so important don't you think? And you'll know each other a lot better soon haha" he said. He felt panic rise in me, what did he mean? And what was Matt's point on my shyness about being naked, had I missed something? The guy yesterday was in a dressing gown, surely that was just how this worked. "Right!" Stephen clapped his hands to quieten the class down, "If you two slip out of those shorts please, you can leave your underwear on for now" he continued. "We'll do some athletic sporting poses to start with." "Oh fuck" I said quietly, "fuck, fuck, fuck, I've got those bloody tighty whities on." I regretted now not bothering to do my laundry, my mind raced for a solution, but drew a blank. Matt was already out of his shorts, he had a pair of black, Ralph Lauren boxer briefs, they were fitted and tightly hugged the shape of his cock and balls. Blimey, I thought, he's packing... I could literally see the bulging outline of his cock, angled to the left and the silhouette of his balls like 2 eggs. He gave himself a squeeze, and adjusted his cock. "Come on David," he said, and I felt all the eyes switch from Matt's impressive bulge to me. Shit! I thought as I unbuttoned my fly, I'm actually doing this... I faced away from everyone as I dropped my chino shorts to the floor and stepped out. Sniggers erupted from the room. "Bloody hell, where did you get those pants from?!" Matt asked me quietly, "My grandfather used to wear pants like that!" he added unhelpfully. "I didnt think anyone would see them!" I replied testily, my face blushing crimson. I could see a few of the guys chatting and laughing with each other as they looked over. I adjusted my own bulge, very conscious now than mine was half sock, half cock and wanting it to look as natural as possible. I saw blue eyes looking straight at me, he followed the treasure trail of fine hair disappearing from my belly button down into the top of my briefs. He was concentrating so hard he snapped his pencil. "Haha, sorry boys, lost in my own world for a minute!" he apologised and sharpened another from the side of the desk. Stephen set us up to do some short poses, I had to pretend to throw a discus, whilst Matt launched an imaginary javelin into the air. We moved on to some flexes showing off our biceps, "who's bigger?" Matt asked the room in general & got a laugh. A couple of the guys giggled then came up to the front and first felt Matt's bicep, then mine. "It's a close one, but David is def bigger!" they agreed. I blushed but let myself enjoy the feeling of their hands on my skin and their gaze on my body... for someone usually so tight-laced this felt liberating and daring! I hoped Matt wasn't upset that they thought I had the bigger muscles of the 2 of us. Our friends often said Matt & I looked almost like brothers, in the past we'd even been mistaken for twins. Matt was slightly shorter than me and with brown eyes instead of my green, our skin tone, hair colour, physiques and mannerisms were similar. But personality-wise we were very different, him the attention seeking extrovert and me the quiet guy in the corner, preferring a small gathering to a big party. I heard some chatter at the back of the class, "When's the big reveal?" one of the boys who had squeezed my biceps asked, downing the last of his gin. What does he mean, the big reveal? I thought warily, suddey feeling nervous again. A couple of the others nodded and murmured in agreement and I saw Stephen check his watch, "Goodness, you're right" he said, "OK boys, if you could take your underwear off please... here pass them to me, I'll put them on the chair with your other bits." He held a hand out. "What?!!" I blurted, not even quietly, "Sorry I thought for a minute you said to take our underwear off!" I let out a manic laugh, this was a joke surely? "D-d-d-dressing gown?" I asked imploringly. No one else laughed though and my dressing gown suggestion was ignored, the room had moved on. The artists, if you can call them that, were chattering away and out of the corner of my eye I saw Matt slipping off his boxers and handing them to Stephen. He was facing away from me, stretching up to release some of the tension in his arms and back. Oh shit I thought. I looked at the door like a puppy waiting for its owner to return... I couldn't run, my legs were jelly, my heart pounded in my chest. I felt like I was having some sort of out-of-body experience as I watched myself wriggle out of my briefs. I covered my manhood with my left hand and passed Stephen the briefs with my right. I'd screwed them up to keep the the socks hidden, but as he took them from me the ball of socks fell out and bounced sadly across the floor, rolling and stopping m by the feet of blue eyes. I swallowed and cursed as I watched this indignity unfold. The room erupted with laughter and I felt the heat from my face burn, a sharp contrast to the freezing cold air conditioning, "shit" I had no words, I let out a nervous laugh and an apologetic smile. Blue eyes winked at me, "Don't worry, your secret's safe with us." He handed the socks discreetly to Stephen, even though the whole room had seen them, this felt like a nice gesture. I followed Matts lead and squeezed my cock, trying to plump it up a little bit without people seeing. Every little helps right? Maybe I can just keep a hand over it to protect what remained of my tattered dignity for the rest of the session I thought. "Blimey, that air con really is cold." Matt said. He turned to face me and the room as he spoke, his head turned first, then his body, finally his cock followed, it was big, like REALLY big. I guessed it was 6 inches soft and Christ that thing was thick. He did a couple of little jumps on the spot as if he was warming up for a race. As he jumped his cock flopped up and down hypnotically... big, uncut and surrounded by a luxurious dark bush. The room was stunned into silence, I saw jaws open and hang there. Matt was now twisting his body from side to side, continuing to limber up, his balls slapped against the top of his thigh as he did. They hung down like 2 huge plums, massive, mesmerising. I felt my own manhood shrivel further in the cold air & gave myself another squeeze - hopelessly optimistic, no squeezing would help me now, he was bigger soft than I am hard. "What are you all looking at?" Matt asked to the room. "Sorry, it's cold in here, there's usually a bit more to see," he apologised. "Jesus Matt," I said in a croaky whisper, "you're hung like a horse. I can't believe you're apologising for the cold with a cock that big." "If its that big in the cold, I'd love to see you warmed up, lets get that aircon fixed!" someone said from the back of the room to more laughter. Matt smiled and stood now with his hands on his hips, he was relaxed, so comfortable in this setting, 15 gay guys devouring him with their eyes. I looked down, hoping maybe the ground would open up and swallow me, maybe a fire alarm or something, perhaps I could fake a heart attack... "Lovely, thank you boys." Stephen said, "We'll carry on with our sporting theme, David can you take a sprinters pose please, like you're just about the start a race and Mathias, if you stand next to him with your arm raised like you're firing the starting pistol. Thats it, one arm in the air and the other by your side." I had managed to get down and kept my modesty covered, until I had to put my hands on the floor. My left leg was slightly forward which protected my cock from view. I'd had a lot of practice in locker rioms and knew how to hide my cock from view. "Head up please." Stephen said to me, and guided my head up a little. "Lovely." My face was now basically eye level with Matt's enormous cock. It hung there, impervious to the cold, wobbling enticingly as his weight shifted. I gulped, having never even seen Matt naked until a few minutes ago, I now found my face inches away from his groin. Despite my own predicament I soaked up every last detail of him, the wrinkled foreskin overhanging the tip, a small freckle about halfway down his thick shaft and the skin just a tone darker than the rest of his body. I was so close I could literally smell him, he was freshly showered and I breathed in the scent of his body, a citrusy aftershave mixed enticingly with a natural manly smell. He'd sweated a bit on his way here I'd noticed, as he was late he'd probably jogged a little. That combination of fresh sweat and aftershave was intoxicating. What is this feeling? Lust? Shit, surely not, I thought. He's my best mate. I came back to reality as I felt the sensation of cold air on my cock. I'd somehow been positioned over an air conditioning vent and it felt like my groin was being frozen. I stole a quick look down. "Keep your head up in the pose please David," Stephen admonished. Bugger, I thought, even I've never seen my cock this small. It had shrivelled and basically looked like a miniature version of Matt's. To make matters worse, I'd shaved myself last night and was totally smooth, the faint trail of hair from my belly button faded out just above my cock. "OK thanks boys, have a stretch and we'll do some short poses now". Matt jumped up and down again and bent to touch his toes, stretching his back out & showing his hole off. He was such a tease. Dan sitting at the front had just taken a big sip of Prosecco when Matt bent over and he almost spat the whole mouthful out. By comparison, I stood awkwardly with both hands shielding my cock as I looked out to the park. From the stage I could see a group outside the studio enjoying the warm sunshine. What I wouldn't give to be there, anywhere else in fact. I saw blue eyes watching me, he was waiting patiently for a view of my cock, I could tell. I looked around the room, other eyes were on me too, willing my hand to move from my groin. These guys were like vultures! Oh the absolute embarrassment, my face flushed again, I can't let them see me, I thought, the comparison of my manhood side-by-side with Matt's would be too humiliating. "Now we'll do a pose as if you are 2 boxers, facing off against each other before a fight" Stephen said enthusiastically and steered us to face each other, "Hands up, fists clenched" he said. The room hushed, all eyes intently watched me, you could literally hear a fucking pin drop. My hand was glued to my cock in terror, my palm sweaty despite the cold. Stephen went to lift my arm up, I whimpered in protest and resisted momentarily, but realising the futility I reluctantly let him guide my hand up, instantly exposing my smooth cock and balls to the rush of cold air & the waiting eyes around the room. "Lovely pose." Stephen said and stepped back, admiring his composition. The group were clearly loving this development... lots of whispered chatter and some laughing. Blue-eyes Charlie in front was looking from my cock, to his paper and back again as he sketched me out. I watched him as he drew, he outlined the shape of my penis, not bad I thought. Then he looked up again to study me, shook his head, picked up his rubber and erased half of the penis he'd drawn. He completed it again, much smaller and said to himself, "thats better". I saw Matt's eyes flick down to check me out, they lingered on my poor shrivelled penis and I saw a smile cross his face. The humiliation burned me, our cocks were so close they were basically touching. Someome came up from the back to get a closer look. He was cute, slim with preppy glasses and long hair that fell into his eyes as he leaned forwards. He knelt down in front of us and pushed his hair back, he had somehow found a ruler in the art supplies which he held up first against Matt's cock, then mine, "6 inches and 2 inches. Just getting some perspective" he said as he stood up, smiling & winking before walking back to his seat. The guy who was sat next to him then also came to the front. What now, I thought, he'd had the most to drink out of all of them and was irritating me. "Who's bigger now?" he asked before pissing himself with laughter, echoing Matt's question earlier about our biceps. I definitely wasn't going to win any cock comparisons. He had a quick squeeze of our biceps again & I closed my eyes to try and block out the indignity. The next thing I knew he was holding my little cock between his thumb & forefinger. Shocked I pushed his hand away but he was laughing, he reached across and did the same thing to Matt, who just smiled at him and let him have a feel. "Close," the guy said sarcastically, "but I think Mathias wins this one!" More laughter. "Don't be a twat Theo, leave him alone" it was blue eyed Charlie standing up for me. I groaned inwardly at the utter humiliation and blushed for what felt like the hundredth time. Stephen walked back into the room, "OK for the next pose, lets imagine you're post-fight, David you won!" he said, "can you turn to face the class and Matt, can you raise David's arms up like a champion please." "Fuck," I muttered under my breath, I didn't feel like a bloody champion... Matt was just slightly shorter than me and the pose was difficult, he basically had to stand right next to me to reach my arms above my head and I became conscious that his right foot was touching mine & his thigh was pressing against me, I didn't dare look down initially but then temptation got the better of me. I stole a glance, that wasn't his thigh I could feel it was his cock. As he reached up to hold my arms, his dick brushed gently against my groin, coming to rest just to the right of my own cock. It felt amazing, electric, I swallowed hard, I was so far out of my comfort zone I was basically on another planet. Dan, the birthday boy came up quickly, whipped his phone out of his pocket and took a photo before I even had chance to object, "you don't mind do you? thanks boys, looking great" he said - he sat down and I heard the 'whoosh' noise of a text being sent. Oh bloody hell, my little secret is properly out now I thought. I looked at Dan & he just gave me a shrug, "it's alright for you," I muttered. Stephen moved the class on, "We'll do a classical post now," he said & showed us a picture of Michelangelo's sculpture of David. I cringed as I stood next to Matt in the same pose, my tiny cock was a much more faithful representation of the original. "David & Goliath more like!" Theo said and the room burst into laughter once again. I tried to tune out the world around me and focus on the birdsong, even that got lost now though as the gardeners must have been closer so all I could hear really was a lawnmower and the howls of laughing. Stephen told the room that we'd do a couple more poses then move on to the body painting. I still couldn't workout what this might be, but it left me feeling uneasy, surely it cant be worse than this though I thought. Next we enacted a wedding proposal, I was kneeling in front of Matt, again eye-level with his enormous cock, he had a quick scratch before the pose started which sent his dick flopping and lolling about all over the place. Fuck this was making me horny & that would really not do... "breathe David," I said to myself and the feeling that had been growing in my own cock, luckily subsided. When the pose ended, I moved to rise first but my knees had seized up from holding the position and I tripped as I rose, face planting right into Matts groin. "Oh my god, I'm s-s-so s-s-s-sorry," I stuttered. I went to put my hand on his stomach to steady myself, but as he had stepped back at the same time I misjudged and instead I managed to put my hand on his cock, I recoiled away in shock. "Haha don't worry it was an accident", he said. I could see though that he looked to have swelled a little in size, surely he wasn't getting horny too? He blushed and I've never seen that happen. Wow, what if he's a grower as well as a show-er. I thought. The room had loved my little trip-up and asked if we'd hold that as a pose, I scowled and muttered obscenities under my breath. Still flustered, I realised I had one of Matt's pubes in my mouth, I pulled it out and brushed it off onto the floor. My face on his cock had felt amazing I had to admit, I found myself reddening once more. "Lets flip that pose around," said Stephen, "its a nice one. It was my turn now to stand with my small cock in Matt's face as he reached out on bended knee in mock proposal. His face was so close to me, he coughed and I felt his warm breath on my cock. Shit... that feeling again, I could hear my heart beating 'ba-dum' loud in mybears, I think I could even see it as it pounded drum-like in my chest. Matt was taking slow deep breaths now, I chanced a look down and couldn't believe my eyes, his cock had swollen, it was raging, engorged, thick like a truncheon, growing an inch every few seconds. I saw the tip of his pink head expose itself tantalisiny as his foreskin drew back. I guessed at 9 inches, I'd never seen a cock that size before, it was like a weapon. He wasn't looking at my face now, just my cock, and I could feel his slow, steady breaths hitting my foreskin as he tried to calm himself and suppress his erection. I tried to distract myself too, but it was hopeless, my cock responded and gradually unfurled itself, like a flower reaching for the sun. Proudly standing 5 inches erect with my long foreskin still hanging over, it pulsed and throbbed in Matt's face, twitching involuntarily as his hot breath teased it. I closed my eyes, I couldn't bear to see the reactions across the room. The cute preppy guy had been chatting with his neighbour and they both pointed and suddenly burst out laughing. Charlie, directly in from of me, had stopped drawing altogether and was just enjoying the show. I closed my eyes and cursed my cock as it twitched once more. Facing the room again I briefly made eye-contact with Charlie. He looked at me, then looked at Stephen. Seeing he was pre-occupied with something & not paying attention he winked, flicked his pencil off the end of his desk towards my feet and then came round to retrieve it. As he bent down he paused, his face literally inches from my cock. His eyes and Matt's both locked onto my shaved, twitching hard cock, he blew gently on it sending it into a spasm of delight and gently traced his finger up the shaft as he stood. He touched the end of my foreskin and a glistening drop of pre-cum stretched out, connecting us as he lifted his hand away. He wiped it on my nipple, making me moan quietly in pleasure and then, seeing Stephen look around he held up his pencil, "sorry, rolled off my desk!" before taking his seat. I should say, I am a leaker, when I get horny I mean... I drip like a tap, and by now there were long streaks of precum coursing down my shaft and into a growing pool on the floor. I was so focused on trying to control this catastrophe of penile display that I hadn't noticed the noise of the gardeners machinery getting louder. Looking over the class I saw the bamboo that had been shielding the room from the park being chopped down, reduced from almost 2 metres to a little over half a meter, daylight seemed to flood in, "thats better said the guy with the hedge trimmers, much easier to maintain." His mate nodded and then elbowed him in the ribs, "Bloody hell mate, look at this lot!" Oh Christ, I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I looked down, then back up again, it was the cute gardener I'd seen this morning... his eyes nearly popped out of his face, I gave him a grim smile and he shook his head, muttering something under his breath and continuing to hack down the bamboo, light flooding in as he did so. "Oh god." I thought, "Oh dear god no, please leave that hedge alone." The netball team... some were playing, some chilling out on beach towels, but they were all there - a big group of the fittest and most popular girls on campus. Maybe they won't notice I thought to myself, I checked the clock, it felt like I'd been here for an eternity, 30 minutes left... its just possible they wont notice us... the hedge was completely cut down in about 5 minutes and I watched the gardener walk away, whistling. He chatted with the girls on his way back to his van, "oh god no, you absolute bastard," I cursed. He spoke to the group for a couple of minutes, I saw him laughing as he made a 'prawn' sign with his little finger and gestured over to the yoga studio. My heart sank as I watched the girls grab their stuff & start to walk over, "ohhhh sweet fuckety fuck," I said. Stephen, oblivious to the girls walking over & fortunately oblivious to my still throbbing erection clapped his hands together a few times and brought the class to quiet. Thank god I thought, saved by the bell! Finally some good luck. I quickly covered my cock, wiping the precum off my foreskin as discreetly as possible as I did so. I wasn't quite sure what to do about the puddle on the floor and tried to spread it in with my foot. Matt put an arm round my shoulder, his big cock pressing into my butt as he squeezed me, "See that wasn"t too bad was it?" he said encouragingly. "Fine for you," I said huffily, "what's next Matt? I can't handle much more of this - what actually is body painting?" I asked him in a whisper. "Not sure to be fair" he said, "I haven't done anything described like that before..." I told myself that it must surely be just painting of my body, like my torso right? Something like a wind-down session after the intensity of naked modelling. I walked to retrieve my briefs from the other side of the stage as Stephen was getting some new paints ready. "Where are you off to?" he asked. "Just getting my pants?" I said, although it came out more like a question than a statement. "Not yet mate" he said and pointed me back to the centre of the stage. I turned, rolled my eyes to the ceiling and went to stand next to Matt, me cupping my modest package in my hands (I was using 2 hands but everyone in the room knew that 1 hand was more than sufficient) and Matt standing with his hands on his hips & his giant schlong lolling around as he stretched and twisted to ease his body after holding the different poses. I wished I had his confidence, well, lets be honest, I wished I had his cock! The netball girls were outside the window now, they were ogling Matts giant cock, camera phones going crazy. My stomach clenched, theres no way I could let the whole team see me naked, I'm sure my cock is maybe just slightly smaller than average, but Matt's big bush and thick hanging dick made my shaven version look like a toy, like puberty has completely passed me by. I saw Sam, the girl I liked arrive at the window, her jaw dropped and her hand went to her mouth as she saw Matt casually jump down from the stage to grab his glass of water, his cock lolling about like a dildo on a stick. "Right gentlemen", Stephen addressed the party, "David and Matt very kindly agreed to let your group paint them as a one-off for your birthday Dan." Whoops and whistles erupted from the painters! I was bloody terrified, he surely couldn't mean letting this lot loose on my naked body? Why didnt I pay attention last night on the phone I thought, why didn't I ask more questions, there's no way I would've agreed to this! I felt like a condemned man... I knew there was no way out now. Hopefully if there was a crowd around me at least the girls outside wouldn't get a view and the guys in here have seen literally every inch of my body already I thought." "We'll split into 2 groups, this side of the room will work with Mathias, and this side with David. I'd like you to get creative, the theme is animals and nature. You have 30 minutes and I can't wait to see your creations!" Oh god, I thought, this is the most humiliating experience of my entire life... lets just get this over with before they get even more drunk. Charlie had quickly walked over to me and put his hand on my back as soon as Stephen invited the class to split. His touch felt both comforting & sensual, I could tell he liked me... Theo also joined us along with 5 others. Theo saw me as a great source of amusement, I realised. They confered in hushed whispers about their plans. "Right David, can you stand with your arms outstretched to the side?" one asked. I complied helplessly, closed my eyes and stood in a big 'T' shape, by now I felt powerless to challenge what was happening to my body. "Legs wider apart" they told me and I meekly obliged. They divided me up with 3 starting from behind and 4 from the front - Charlie and one other started at the top of my chest and the other 2 took a leg each. Feeling all these hands on me as they painted and rubbed me felt both the most humiliating experience of my life, yet incredibly erotic... I'd never been touched like this before... I could feel Charlie painting from my collarbone down to my nipples, the paint cool on my skin, he caught my eye & slipped me a wink. Theo was busy working his way down my back whilst 2 others from behind had a leg each and were painting upwards. One of the lads painting my legs from the front had spikey hair and he was inadvertently brushing it against my balls as he moved. I felt it starting again, I tried so hard to repress it, but slowly, like a plant unfurling towards the sun, my cock raised itself up until once again it was vertical, straining & producing a steady stream of precum like a small cock-volcano. Spikey-haired guy looked up as he felt it start to land on his head, "I'm so sorry" I said meekly. "Something about Mary haha!" laughed Theo as he reached down and styled his mates hair, pretending to use my precum as gel. I swallowed an uncomfortable gulp, the fact was there wasn't much of me left unpainted as the boys all converged towards my most intimate parts. Theo had taken charge of my behind and instructed me to bend over whilst he and his 2 mates spread my cheeks so they could paint all the way up to my hole. The rest of my group watched them, all eyes on my ass, the slow, soft brush strokes... I could feel paint dripping down my crack, slowly trickling over my hole, Theo used his little finger to wipe the excess away & I shuddered with pleasure, a pulse of precum leaking out. I had to hold the position for a couple of minutes to ket the paint dry. "I'd love to top that" I heard someone say, but couldn't see who... the indignity was complete. After everyone had come over to inspect my virgin hole, I was allowed to stand again. Charlie was running the show at the front... he was holding my cock away from my body so that he could paint behind it, he held it gently but gave it the occasional squeeze and subtle wanking motion when he thought noone was looking. As he moved it around, my precum oozed out and lubricated his hand... it felt an eternity that he was down there. The others watched on as he used a tissue to wipe me before painting my cock itself, I couldn't see what he was doing exactly but he seemed like he was actually quite artistic. Despite my small size he took his time and included some intricate details. I glanced across at Matt, he was at a similar stage in the process, I couldn't see his cock but he looked relaxed, laughing and chatting with the group. "Right, lets finish off please," said Stephen "and we'll compare our models! The boys all stepped back to admire their work, Charlie was sporting a big bulge himself I noticed, his loose shorts struggling to contain his evident enjoyment, he blushed and adjusted himself. I was painted like a field of sunflowers, I saw that he had painted my cock as a little mouse, climbing up the stem of a flower... a fucking mouse, I thought and reddened with the shame. Matt's body was a jungle of green vine creepers and his thick soft cock, by contrast was the trunk of an elephant. This literally couldn't be any more humiliating, I thought. Finally though it's over. I breath a sigh of relief and turn to get my dressing gown, but 2 sets of hands turned me back. "Girls!" I heard Theo shout at the open window, "come on in!" he was waving now, beckoning the netball team in, "we need someone to judge our artwork!" "Theo! No!" I shouted, "Really, I mean it, no!" But it was too late, they were already coming through the door, they didn't need to be asked twice. "Right stand next to each other and give us a twirl boys!" Theo commanded. The guys that had painted Matt were now inspecting me, along with the girls obviously. "I love this detail." Dan said, pointing out how my long foreskin had been turned into the wrinkled nose of the mouse. "And the nipples as the centre of the flowers." the girls agreed, touching one to illustrate the point. "I love the mouse, its so cute!" said Sam. My cock was solid still, leaking like a tap and my face was red with shame. "Well I think we need some photos of this," Stephen said, clearly pleased with the collective creativity. "David can you kneel here please, Mathias if you can stand behind him just to the side." He moved us, "Hmmm thats not quite right," he said, looking dissatisfied with his arrangement... "I know!" Theo offered, stepping forwards. "If you just squeeze in closer," he ushered Matt closer to me, "nah closer," he said, "don't be shy, I thought Little & Large was a famous double act". Everyone pissed themselves at this. By now Matt's elephant trunk cock was actually resting on my left shoulder. It felt warm & heavy. "Lovely, hold it there please and we'll take some photos." Stephen said. While they went to get their camera phones and started clicking I hear Matt panicking behind me, "Oh shit, no!" I heard him say, "No, no no." I felt the weight lift off my shoulder as his cock swelled and hoisted itself into the air. It happened suddenly, I think all the attention was just too much for him. I turned to look at him to see what was the matter, as I turned towards his cock, he erupted into my face with a powerful hands-free jet of hot spunk. It was like a super-soaker, a second jet arched over me, cum rained down in my eyes, my hair, my mouth and over my body. "Aaah!!" I screamed, I fell back hard in shock. Matt finally managed to aim away from me, there was no stopping him though, he came like a fountain until he gradually subsided and sat down next to me, dazed and apologising profusely. "Can someone help me please, I can't see!" I shouted. I was lying on the floor now, covered in spunk and with my own boner still raging uncontrollably. "I have tissues!" I heard a voice, it was Charlie's, I felt him starting to wipe the spunk off me. He gave me one tissue for my face and then started by wiping my cock himself, "you're covered" he said. Charlie's hand on my cock, after 30 minutes of 7 guys molesting me and the sweet, salty taste of Matt's spunk still on my lips tipped me over the edge... My cock may have been half the size of Matt's but I equalled him in terms of cum. I exploded like a rocket. Charlie stumbled back like he'd just been tasered, cum dripping from his face, he held my cock and tried to point it away from him - the next spurts came in quick succession and went clean over my shoulder, covering the still dazed Matt like a shower. "Holy shit!" said Stephen, flustered now. "I think lets call this a day! Thanks everyone, umm, you two - there's a shower through there." By the time Matt & I came out the class was gone, just Stephen tidying up. We'd had to shower each other off to wash the paint from our backs, we did this in silence, but, to be honest after publicly covering each other in spunk, my inhibitions had gone and that didn't phase me at all. There were 2 envelopes waiting for us, fat with tips and mine also had a note scribbled on, 'here's my number, call me - Charlie X'

Tia Discovers the Thrill of Exhibitionism by applevalyan© A little history first, I guess. My name is Tia. I am currently 19 years of age and my Mother is 37. I am 5 ft. 8 in. tall, with shoulder length brown hair, and blue eyes. I weight about 115 lbs., nice ass and 36C rack. My mother raised me alone since I was seven; she seemed to be always on the go and usually took me with her. She was and still is a schoolteacher, which worked out good for both of us, because she didn't have to worry a babysitter for me when there was no school because she was usually off too. My Mom still looks great and is in great shape. Always exercising by going to the gym, bike riding, or jogging. I still go with her most of the time. She use to wear her spandex exercise shorts almost everywhere. I saw many men turn and look at her ass when she passed them, although I didn't know why then. I now know why she smiled when it happen a lot back then. She loved it when a strange man would stop and admire her ass. Like I now love it when a man turns to look at my ass, that's why I always try to wear something that makes my ass look good. My mother never wore any underwear of any type under those tight shorts. She told me she didn't like the looks of panty lines under those tight shorts. I wanted to be just like Mom back then so I also started going pantyless a lot. The only time my Mom seemed to wear any type underwear was when she went to school, so that was about the only time I wore them. So during summer break Mom and I rarely opened our bra and panties drawers. My mother never chastised me about my lack of undergarments. After supper Mom and I took our baths and usually spent the rest of the night in just T-shirts, unless we had visitors. I started sleeping nude like she did and found it very comfortable. We lived about 5 minutes from the beach, a few miles north of Fort Myers, Fla. We went to the beach a lot. Mom has always worn the tiniest bikinis she could find. She let me run around topless until I started to develop breast. I wore my first string bikini when I was 12, I pestered Mom until she got me one. We couldn't fine one to buy that fit me right, so she made us matching suits. They were made of red bandanas [cut into small triangles] and white shoelaces. They were really T-backs and tied on both sides at the hips. I think I was the only 12-year-old girl on that beach wearing a g-string bikini. This 'who cares' attitude went on for a few years. I thought nothing of just throwing on just a dress and going out in public. Until one day I was at the store with Mom. I was wearing a short blue sundress and bent over to pick up my mother's checkbook she had dropped. I heard a crash and looked behind me. A stock boy had dropped a case of cans he had been putting on the shelf behind us. Mom looked at him and then me still bent over and told me to quickly stand up straight. She said we had to talk about this later. While she continued to checkout, I got to thinking. That the stock boy was the first male I knew of that ever looked up my dress in a public place. Then I got this tingly feeling between my legs. That was my first flash in public, even if it was accidental. I said it was the first time in a public place. Many people have seen me naked. I remember my Dad taking Mom and me to a nudist resort a few times. Mom said I was about 3 the first time they took me and we went about a dozen times a year. Mom and I still go once in a while, it feels so good to walk in the sun naked. I guess that's why I so comfortable wearing very little in public. I've never thought of it as a sexy thing until recently. I've seen hundreds of naked men but don't ever remember seeing a male erection until I was eighteen. I started shaving my bush off soon after it began to grow, to be just like Mom. I don't remember ever seeing her bush. We had that talk and all she told me was that since I wasn't a little girl anymore, I needed to be very careful of how I bent over in public places. She told me that some people didn't like the sight of bare bottoms in public and might even call the police. I did become careful and don't think any guy seen my bare ass again until the night of my eighteenth birthday. I turned eighteen four months before I graduated. I had about a twenty people over at my house to celebrate my birthday. It happened to be a Saturday night so we could stay up late and not have to worry about school the next day. There were 9 guys and 11 girls there, and my Mom, but she stayed in her bedroom watching TV most of the night. We were all acting crazy, singing and dancing, you know the normal teenage stuff. We even played spin-the-bottle for a while, and then we played Truth-or-Dare. One of the truth or dare questions was, "Would you ever pull up the back of your dress and purposely show someone you panties?" I don't know how it happened but all of us girls were wearing short skirts or dresses that night. All the girls said "Yes" except me, I said "No." Then I was asked, "Why Not? And to tell the truth." I smiled and said it was because I wasn't wearing any. I heard, " 'Yea, right!' ' Sure!' ' I said to tell the truth', and 'PROVE IT!' then a couple more 'Yea, Prove it!'" Then a single, "I DARE YOU, PROVE IT!" I looked around and thought why not, this could be fun. I stood, turned around and lifted the back of my skirt. I heard air being sucked in and a couple OH! MY! I dropped the skirt and turned around sat back down and said it was now my turn. I then dared them all to show their panties. They all did but a couple of them were reluctant. I then dared them to go to the bathroom and remove their panties and come back out here and show them to us. I was surprised when they all did it. Jenni was the first to do it, she told me she had worn a couple long dress without panties before but never a short dress like now and she was finding it kind of exciting. She said she could feel her pussy getting wet. I was surprised by her comment; I guess I was a bit naïve, because I wasn't expecting a sexual turn of events. I then noticed all the boys had larger than normal bulges in their pants. That's when I noticed a tingle in my pussy. I stepped in the kitchen to get some soft drinks and while I was in there, I checked myself. Yep! I was getting wet. I went back to the group and said I had a wild idea. All the girls were to toss their panties on the coffee table and for the boys to come up with a few bucks. The last girl to put her panties back on tonight got the cash. The guys came up with about fifty bucks, but they got their money back because none of the girls put their panties back on that night. They all ended up in their purses when they went home. During the night I was asked why I was not wearing panties that night, I told them I rarely wore panties and hadn't for years. About the only time I did was when I wore a short dress or skirt to school. I bent over a few times that night on purpose to show my ass. I found out I was enjoying it, but wanted to do more. So I purposely spilled a coke on my blouse so I could go to my room and change tops. I came back out in a loose short cut-off t-shirt that barely covered my tits. One of the guys asked if I was going to show them my tits too. I said, "Sure, Why Not, but NO touching" and proceeded to lift up the front of my shirt. I found out I was enjoying showing them and I showed them a lot that night. I wished I hadn't said no touching but I remedied that later. I was dancing with my now boyfriend, but he wasn't then. I was enjoying his embrace and feeling of his hard-on though his pants and my skirt, right on my wet pussy. I looked Tony right in his eyes and told him he could play with my tits if he wanted. He stepped back a bit, smiled, and I lifted my shirt. He placed hand on each breast; it felt so good, my knees almost buckled. I don't know why but my right hand went straight to his crotch. I took hold and gave his dick a squeeze. He moaned and I felt wetness in my hand. He looked down and said he had to go to the bathroom. I stood there with my shirt above my tits and looking at the dampness on my hand. Tony returned a few minutes later and said he had something for me and to hold out my hand. I did and he placed his underwear in my hand. He smiled and said he had decided to remove then because they were a bit uncomfortable to wear in their condition. But that I could have them to remember him by if I wanted. I felt the stickiness of his cum as I clutched them in my hand, as I heard myself say I would love to have them. I said, "Stay here, I'll be right back," and off to my room I went. When I returned he was standing right where I left him. As I approached him it pulled off my top and tossed it over my shoulder. I planted a big kiss right on his lips as he reached around and under the hem of my skirt and grabbed two hands full of bare ass. The next thing I felt was someone pulling down my skirt. I lifted my feet to assist in their removal. I was now totally naked in front of twenty of my closes friends and LOVING IT! I looked around and it seemed everyone was getting into some stage of undress. But no one was having sex, just a lot of hands going every which way. Jenni was getting close though, she was between Andrew's legs and had his dick in her hands. THEN THE MUSIC STOPPED! MOM!!! She said it was after midnight and for everyone to get dress and go home. And not to worry, she would NOT be calling any parents because no one had been having sex, although a couple people seemed to be getting close. She looked at me, smiled and shook her head. I remained naked as I showed everyone the door and thanked them for coming and to ask them to keep this party a secret and that maybe we could do it again. Tony was the last to go. He walked up to me and put a finger right in my wet pussy. It only took a few strokes before I came. He smiled and said; "Now we're even." Yes, I have masturbated before, but I've never had another person do it to me and it had never felt that so good. I knew I wanted more. I told Tony that I would love to see him again. He said he had been thinking about it too, and if I would like to be his date for the prom. I said I would love to, [more on that later.] Jenni told me a couple weeks later, when I ran into her in the parking lot one morning, that she really enjoyed that night and had also stopped wearing panties except to school. She said she knew of two of the other girls that have also started going without sometimes. I told Jenni that I enjoyed showing off so much that night that I even quit wearing them to school. She said, "No Way!" I turn around and showed her my bare ass right there in the parking lot. She told me to be careful because if the wrong people caught me doing that, they might call me a 'slut'. I had made it a goal of mine to flash as many guys I could the last months of school. I must have flashed a couple hundred, but I tried to make it look as accidental as possible. There was only a handful that knew I did it on purpose. I flashed Tony a few times. It always put a smile on his face, and then he would grab his crotch, putting a smile on mine. I wanted to touch and see his dick so bad that a couple time I actually went in the girls' restrooms and masturbated. I was one horny virgin! Yes, I was still a virgin. I had dated many times and had my tits bared and felt up a few times, but had never been touched below the waist until Tony at the party, although I had jerked off a couple guys and that was fun. Tony picked me up at 6pm the next Friday after the party and he took me to a movie. On the way there he asked if I was without panties again. I told him, not just panties, I was total naked under my dress. All I was wearing just my dress and a pair of sandals. Then I asked him if he would like to see. He smiled and said, "Do you think I'm crazy? Of course I would!" I think I surprised him when I leaned forward and grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up and over my head. I was completely naked in the front seat of his truck and it wasn't even dark outside yet. I looked at him and asked if he approved and that he might as well know now that I think I was becoming an exhibitionist, because I was getting a thrill out of people seeing me naked. He said I looked great and that I could be naked whenever and wherever I felt like it. I then did something that even surprised me; I put my back to the door and faced Tony. I spread my legs wide showing him my wet pussy. Then saying, "Play with my pussy again, please." It felt great! He made me cum in less than a minute. I then turned around and reached for his zipper. I pulled it down and out popped hid dick. He was wearing no underwear. "Nice touch" I said. "Why should you be the only one going commando?" He said. "Plus I was hoping you would be going there and I wanted to make it easy for you." I reached in his pants and wrapped my fingers around that beautiful had cock. I loved the way it felt in my hand. Warm, hard, and throbbing all at once. I started to slowly move my hand up and down and then slowly picked up the pace. Tony had stopped way out in the movie parking lot by now and leaned back to enjoy. A few seconds later he moaned and a white creamy goo shot out the end of his dick, all over the steering wheel and dash. Some ran down the side of his dick onto my hand. I instinctively brought my hand to my mouth and licked it off. It felt and tasted strange but for some unknown reason, I liked it. I looked him in the eye and said, "I like. Next time maybe there won't be any to clean off the dash." Tony had a big grin on his face. We cleaned up and I got dressed and we went inside. During the movie we kept feeling each other up and decided to leave before it finished. One the way to the truck, Tony asked if I was going to take the dress off again when we got in the truck. I told him 'no'. I could see sadness in his face and I started to laugh. He asked what was so funny. I said I wish he could have seen the look on his face when I said 'no'. And what I meant was that I wasn't going to take it of in the truck but I didn't say I wouldn't before I got there. I reached down and pulled the dress over my head and gave it to Tony to carry. I walked totally naked the next hundred feet to the truck. Tony was still standing where I gave him the dress. He finally came to his senses and unlocked the door of the truck so I could get in. As soon as Tony got in the truck I was unzipping his pants, and as soon as I got his cock out I had I in my mouth. I loved the way it felt in my mouth. I had never sucked cock before but was more than willing to learn. In no time I felt Tony stiffen up and moan. Stream after stream of hot cum shot in my mouth as I swallowed as fast as I could, I think I am going to like being a cocksucker. Tony said he wanted to fuck my pussy so bad. I told him he was going to wait a while, because I wanted to get on the pill first. But not to worry, I was willing to try and do anything else. He said he wished he could watch me bring myself off as he drove me home, I more than happy to grant his wish. I called Mom and told her we were on our way home. To give her some time to get dressed if she wasn't, liked she cared, I don't think Tony would have mined either. I pulled my dress on as I climbed out the truck. My Mom was wearing short red satin robe that just did covered her ass. I was wondering if she was going to bent over and show Tony her ass, but she didn't as far as I know. After Tony left, my mother said she didn't want to embarrass me in front of Tony, but wanted to know why my dress was on inside out. I looked down, she was right. I looked at her and she didn't look mad but asked how far we went. She has always told me the truth, whatever the question was. She had explained sex to me in graphic details when I asked her about it. And now it was my turn to be honest with her. So I told her everything, even about Tony wanting sex. She said that was normal for a guy and that she would set me up an appointment with our doctor for a birth control examination. Then she smiled and said I was a bigger exhibitionist now than she ever was. She would never have had the guts to walk naked across a parking lot. Being naked at a nudist colony was about all she could handle. She asked far I planned to go. I said I didn't know but I got such a rush when I did it. Then Mom kissed me on the cheek and told me to go take a bath and go to bed because tomorrow we were going to Tampa to shop for a prom gown. I said I wanted it to be a really sexy one. She popped my butt and point to the bathroom and said, "GO". Mom knew of a couple boutiques specializing in sexy clothes and went there first. I found the dress I wanted at the first store. It was a beautiful shade of burgundy and almost see-thru. It was a halter dress with a deep plunge front almost to my belly button and totally backless to just above the crack of my ass and slit up both sides almost to my hipbone. I might get thrown out of the prom if I wore it but I wanted it and I was going to wear it there. I got some clear 3-inch heeled sandals to wear with it. Tony and I got together half-dozen times before the prom and each time we got together he would ask me what it looked like. All I would do was tell him the color and tell him it was floor length and sexy. He wanted more details and I told he would half to wait. I wanted to surprise him and everybody else. And if he didn't stop asking about the dress, I wouldn't suck him off anymore. That always seemed to work. What he didn't know was that I wanted to suck him off as much as he did. I would suck him off at least twice each date, until one night when he was at my house. That day I asked Mom just how much longer it would be until I could safely screw Tony. She looked at me and laughingly said, "Boy you are a horny one aren't you?" "Getting tired if sucking him off already?" I said, "No, I'll never get tired of that, it's just I just want to do more and my pussys' aching for it." See told me to give my body a few more days to get adjusted to the pills and then it should be a little safer. She got up and said to follow her. We went to her room and pulled down an old shoebox with some Polaroid's of her and Dad. I never knew these existed and was stunned at some of the shots. I never knew my dad had such a big dick. She looked though them until she found what she was looking for. She gave it to me and said to me, "You might want try this if you want to do something different. You can't get pregnant using that hole." In the picture she was taking it up the ass. She told me she use to love being fucked up the ass before she had me but that I had given her hemorrhoids, which made it too painful so she had to stop taking up the ass. She told me in detail the way she did it. She said she was planning on going to a movie she wanted to see tonight and if I wanted to give it a try tonight, it would give me a few hours along with Tony. Then she surprised me, she asked if I would mind if she flashed Tony a tit or two this afternoon before she left. I said go ahead and flash whatever she wanted. Tony would love it and it might even make him hornier. When Tony arrived Mom and I were wearing only Orlando Magic basketball jerseys. The armholes were down to our waist. Whenever we turned or bent over, you could see tit. Tony didn't know where to look. He kept reaching inside my shirt to play with mine and Mom kept telling him to behave himself. I told Tony that Mom was going to leave soon and go to a movie and we would have the house to ourselves. His eyes opened and an evil grin came upon his face. About an hour later Mom had changed into a short jean skirt and t-shirt and ready to leave when she dropped her purse and bent over giving Tony a full pussy shot. She looked at me and winked. She said she would be gone a couple hours and for us to be good. I shouted back, "I hope he will be." Tony looked at me like I was crazy! I took off my top and started removing Tony's clothes. Now naked I got on my knees in front of him and proceeded to get him hard. I then stood up took his dick in my hand and lead him to my bedroom. I lead him to the bed gave him a tube of K-Y gel and told him to fuck me. I got on the bed and put a pillow under my stomach and said, "Oh, by the way. I want you to fuck me up the ass." He wasted no time getting between my legs. I felt the cold gel on my asshole and felt one of his finger go in. I wondered what I had let myself in for. He removed his finger and I felt sometime hot and larger start to enter. I told him to go slow at first. He continued applying pressure until my resistance gave way. He slowly went in deeper and deeper until he stopped I could feel his balls against my pussy. I told him to please hold still until I got use to having a tree up my ass. When I said go on he slowly pulled out. I felt empty and said to put in back in. He started going in and out each time a little faster. Finally he seemed he was at warp speed and I loved it. I actually came twice before he shot his load deep in my ass. We took a shower together; my ass was too sore to be fucked again so I sucked him off in the shower. About an hour later we were naked on my bed, he on his back and me straddling him. He was hard and I was grinding my pussy against his hard-on and said to him, "Fuck it, I want you." I took his cock in my hand and began to lower myself onto him and he told me to stop. He pushed me off him and grabbed his pants. For an instance I thought he was mad and was leaving, but he pulled a couple condoms from his pocket and started putting it on. He got back in bed and I got on top again this time he didn't stop me. I felt my cherry pop and kept on going. It was great! Fucking is cool! I came three times before he came. I got to thinking; I had Tony in all three holes tonight. I smiled to myself as I thought. "Girl, You are a slut!" But I didn't care! When Mom came home we were asleep and still naked in my bed. She woke me first; I caught her looking at Tony's cock. I poked her in the ribs and got out of bed. She asked how the evening went. I told her everything. She said she was surprised I waited this long. She then when to one of the cabinets over the sink and gave me small bag. It contained three boxes of condoms. She said to always be safe; she wasn't ready for grandkids yet. She said she brought home some burgers, was hungry and wanted to eat. She then asked, "Can I go wake Tony?" I told her, "No mom, I've go a better idea. Let's both do it naked. We broke out giggling as she dropped her skirt to the ground. It has been months since a man had seen her naked she said, and she was getting excited. When Tony awoke, he saw Mom first and jumped, and then he noticed she was naked. Then he looked around and seen me naked on the other side of the bed. I grabbed his hand and said, "Come on sleepy head, Mom brought home some burgers and fries. Get out off bed and eat because you are going to need all your energy. I'm getting horny again." Mom got his other hand and we pulled him out of bed naked into the kitchen. Where we both teased him to no end. I haven't seen Mom this happy in a long time. She hasn't had a steady male in her life in a while and I told her that if she wanted to give Tony a try to go ahead. She said, "Thanks, but no thanks honey. He's a too young for me but I am enjoying being naked around and teasing him. I hope you don't mine if I keep it up awhile longer." I said to continue as long as she wanted, because I was having fun watching her have fun and I hadn't heard Tony complain one time all night. On the night of the prom, Tony, Andrew, and Will went together and rented a limo. They picked up Will's date, Carrie, and Andrew's date, Jenni, first. They where all part of the group at my eighteenth birthday party. When Tony met me at the front door he said I looked like a cover girl model. I did a little twirl and asked if him if he liked my dress. He said he loved it; it was about the sexiest dress he had ever seen and I looked great in it. When we got to the limo, the driver was checking me out. I made sure to flash him my pussy as I sat down. Jenni noticed and said, "Girl, your bad! Flashing that guy your pussy." I just smiled. My dress was by far the most daring dress at the prom and Jenni's wasn't far behind. Her's was a flowing light blue chiffon slip dress. I could make out her breast and the crack of her ass through the material. I told her I could see she was totally naked under the dress. She was surprised it was so sheer, I said it might be because of the strobe lighting we had. I told her not to worry but to enjoy the feeling of being almost naked in public. She took a deep breath and said that she guess that I wouldn't be the only person in a see-thru dress at the dance then. During the prom, I found out that if I bent over a bit and shook my shoulders a bit; one of my tits could pop out of the dress. I used this procedure a few times that night, enjoying myself. When about two hours into the dance, the vice-principle said that if I couldn't keep breast in my dress I would have to leave. I said "OK" and started to dance again, except that I dance harder. Out pop a tit, but I didn't put it back in. I kept dancing out popped the other. I looked left and here comes the VP. He told me I had to leave now. I found Jenni, and Will and said they wanted me to leave and to let's go back to my house and finish that party we started a few weeks ago. They all agreed. Back at my house I made sure one of my tits was out for the driver when I climbed out of the limo. Mom wanted to know why we were home so early. Jenni said it was because I couldn't keep my tits in the dress. I told Mom I wanted to show her, so I turned on the stereo and started to dance. As I to move around good one popped out. I said it was ashame I couldn't dance nude. Tony told me to go ahead and do it, he would love to see me dance naked. Everybody agreed with him so I took off the dress and started to dance nude I front of everyone. Mom told me good night and went to her room. I got Jenni and Carrie to dance with me and I soon had them naked too. Carrie was also wearing a dress only tonight. All three of us girls dance in front of the guys. Each one was sitting down and we took turns dancing in front of each and every one. Before long everyone was naked and on the living room floor in one big pile. It was fun being felt up by anyone and everyone at the same time. I was kissing on, grabbing onto anything and everything, male or female that got in front of me. One time I remember having one dick in one hand, a tit in the other, and a dick in my mouth while someone was licking my pussy. Finally we separated and had the boys lie on their backs on the floor and we girls put condoms on them and took turns on each one a few seconds before moving to the next cock. We rode each one a couple time each before ending up with our dates and riding them until they came. After sex we were all hungry so I went asked Mom if she would order us some pizzas. I told the guys to remain naked when my Mom came back into the room. I wanted her to see them. Mom didn't even flinch when she walked into the room saying pizza would be here in about half-an-hour. She sat down between naked Jenni and a naked me and talked to us bout the prom. Then Tony said that my mother didn't look right. I didn't see anything wrong with her and asked what he meant. He said she had clothes on. I looked back at Mom and stood up. I told her to raise her arms and when she did, Jenni and I removed her big t-shirt. The guys all told her how good she looked. You should have seen the delivery boy's face when 4 girls answered the door naked. I was the one that opened the door naked the others all ran to the door when I yelled pizza had arrived. I caught Mom sitting naked on Tony's lap when I came out of the shower later that night. She wasn't having sex with him but he was sucking on her tits as she played with his dick. When she seen I wasn't upset, I told her that Tony had admitted to me how he would like to screw her if he had the chance and for them to go ahead. I watched as Mom took Tony's dick and slid herself forward and lowered herself onto his stiff member. The look on Mom's face was priceless. I sat back on another couch and played with myself as I watched them. It was beautiful. Tony moved in with Mom and me after he graduated, but sleeps with me. Only the occasional fuck of Mom when she needs it. We are all-naked most off the time. We took Tony to our little nudist resort and he enjoyed it. With Tony around I have become even more daring with my exhibitionism. He likes to dare me to flash someone or remove some or all of my clothes in public places. This past Sunday I was dared to stand topless, out the sunroof of his car, as we drove in front of a large church, blowing his horn, while many people where leaving. I had to laugh at all the looks of shock in those faces. I had a blast! That same afternoon we went bike riding along 'Beach Road', me in just a micro-bikini top and real short flared tennis skirt. Tony rode behind me to protect me, a few cars actually slowed to follow me a bit. Tony said my skirt didn't even reach the bike seat, thus causing the lower ass cheeks to hang out for all to see. Our ride lasted about half-an-hour and when we got back to my house, we ended up fucking on the grass in the back yard. We had to take a shower to wash off the grass and dirt and wound up having sex standing in the shower. One of my most daring episodes happened this past 4th of July. I ran around all day at the beach I my new 'Wicked Weasel' lime green mesh g-string. It turned very see-thru when it got wet and I got it wet often. For supper that night I pulled on a bright lime green mesh cover-up over the suit and Tony and I went to a local beach restaurant. The cool air-conditioning had my nipples sticking way out; I loved the looks that people me. That evening before it got dark, I removed my suit and paraded up and down the beach and boardwalk in my see-thru dress until the fireworks. We found a nice spot along the sand dunes to spread out a blanket, surrounded by hundreds of people to watch the fireworks over the ocean. Once the fireworks started, Tony and I started our on little show. Luckily there were no children nearby or else I probably couldn't have gotten Tony to fuck me then and there. I kept teasing him while we waited. I would stoke his cock thru his shorts; straddle him while I kissed him, all the while grinding my pussy onto his hard-on. He would slide his hand up and down my back grabbing hold of my exposed ass cheeks. He had worked my dress up to my waist, but I didn't let that stop me. It just made me hotter. When the fireworks finally started, we got into a spoon position with Tony behind me. I heard him slide down his shorts and then felt that wonderful cock up against my wet pussy. I was so ready he slid all the way in on the first push. In a few minutes the fireworks finale started, ours did too. People were whistling and clapping, was it for the fireworks or Tony and I. I looked around and a few people were watching us. I smiled and gave a little way as Tony picked up the blanket to leave. I wanted to go down to the water and wash up a bit before we left but Tony brought my attention to a couple deputies slowing walking down the beach towards us. We left then before anyone complained to them. I've noticed that the more blatant my exhibition is the more excited I become. Tony was joking around the other day said that since I like being seen naked by strangers so much that I ought to become an exotic dancer. I just punched him in the shoulder then but the more I think about it, the more I like the idea. Getting paid to do something I enjoy is very tempting. So I just might give it a try soon. Besides it would help pay for college, I'm getting tired of asking, "Would you like fries with that?" I just wonder just how big of an exhibitionist I would be now if I had started showing off on purpose in let's say the 9th grade instead of the 12th grade. Then I feel sad just thinking of all the fun I must have missed.

The Fundraiser by AllieNF The Nude Fundraiser: Part 14- The Science Class As Jenna settled into her desk in Mrs. Apgar’s class, she was content. Maybe she was feeling what passed for happy today. She wasn’t late. The teacher wasn’t being mean or creepy. The best part was Lauren wasn’t in this class. She was free of her captor, at least for this period. The only thing that brought her any kind of twinge of negativity was that Kate was in this class. Kate, the captain of the cheerleading squad with Lauren. Jenna looked back at Kate who was quietly talking with another cheerleader, a junior girl named Rita. Neither girl seemed to take any interest whatsoever in Jenna, so her happiness returned. Roger, the quiet loner from the bus was also in this class, as was Ezra from homeroom, but neither one of them mattered. The only other student that Jenna cared about in this class was Carly. …and Carly wasn’t here. Mrs. Apgar noticed the girl was missing as well. A glance at Jenna and the two made eye contact. It was clear neither knew, but it was too early to be very worried. Jenna pulled out her phone to send a message to Carly and check on her as Mrs. Apgar began teaching. “Class, as you know I like using current events in my teaching. It’s not often that we get a grand opportunity within our own school’s activities to explore some of the scientific concepts we’re in the middle of studying. …But as we are discussing psychology and mental/emotional health, I thought today and Monday might be a good day to talk about the Drama Club Fundraiser and how it is making you feel, why it will ultimately work and what that says about us.” Ezra, who was so eager to see the girls take their tops off in homeroom raised his hand and was acknowledged. “Mrs. Apgar, we ain’t calling it the fundraiser anymore. It’s the Fa-nude-raiser.” His comment brought howls of laughter throughout the class. “It’s fundraiser but we took the word Fund and turned it into nude and then put the F back cause it’s more Fun in da nude.” The class roared with laughter again. Jenna not laughing. Jenna was impatiently looking at her phone waiting for a response from Carly. “Well, Mr. Plurbus, I think we can definitely add that factoid to the discussion. I think there’s a great conversation to be had about reactions. I think there’s a lot of different reactions to be had to this whole ordeal, and lots of different groups of people who will respond differently. Say, you, Mr. Plurbus…you’re just a regular student, a male, a senior. You’re not participating. Your reaction is going to be very different than Ms. Jenkins…a regular student, a female, a senior who is participating. Or… for that matter, Ms. Meyers over there,” Mrs. Apgar gestured to Hannah Meyers, a brown-haired girl sitting near the windows. She’s a regular student, a female, a senior who isn’t participating.” The class looked over at Hannah. “On a scale of 1 to 10, Ms. Meyers, how excited are you about Monday’s…” Mrs. Apgar paused and then tried it out… “Monday’s fa-nude-raiser?” “Honestly,” the student said, “Maybe a 2. I think it’s kind of silly, stupid, and I think it’s going to be a big distraction for a full school day.” “Good response. I think there’s a great deal of people who feel that way, other teachers and students.” Mrs. Apgar turned her attention back to Ezra, “Mr. Fa-Nude-Raiser… I doubt I really have to ask, but what is your level of excitement, 1 to 10 for Monday?” “10. Absolutely. Can’t wait. Titties!” Answered the boy, looking around the room working up a reaction that was more tepid than he expected, but still a low uproar. “And Ms. Jenkins…” the teacher turned to her pupil, “how excited are you?” Looking up from her phone, not completely out of the conversation. She knew the question and heard the responses…Jenna just wasn’t processing at the same speed right now. “I’m not excited for it.” Jenna finally said. This led to a small murmur among the class. “Care to expound on that?” Mrs. Apgar smiled as she asked. “Okay… yes.” Jenna relaxed back into a conversational comport, and spoke clearly. “I don’t want to do it…or I didn’t. I didn’t want to do it. I…I think it’s demeaning. And I think boys like Ezra who are way too excited or some boys and girls who are mean to other kids… I think kids like that are going to make this a really hard thing for us Drama kids to do. I’ve seen it today. I’ve seen it from teachers and students who are making it a chance to insult, and degrade us. …and all we want to do is be students and do our show. But we can’t. We are… it’s not like we decided as Drama kids that we were going to do this. This was… it was a decision that was made for us…because we need the funds to do the show. We didn’t get to choose to do it…it’s just something we have to do. …And a lot of us are just like, okay we have to do it. Imagine how the football team might feel if they were told they had to get naked all day in school or you can’t have a season. Or the cheerleaders get told they have to be naked in school in order to do competitions. I bet you people would feel different and act different towards us if they felt that pressure too. …and trust me, if this works, if this fundraiser makes money…you other clubs are going see it too. And…trust me. Every ounce of insult and humiliation I feel on Monday…I may pay back to any other organization that finds themselves in the same predicament. We’re going to be first…and I promise it’s going to be worse than anyone can really imagine…but also, any fundraiser like this that happens after will not be as bad. We’ll be first and we’ll be worst…and we’ll never get the credit or thanks for that. I’m not excited about it. I’m scared to death. …and it’s made me do stupid things today. Stupid things that have gotten me in trouble, just because I’m trying to prepare mentally to be…exposed in front of everybody. I’m not excited for Monday. I’ve been fighting since yesterday because I didn’t want to do it…but now… after a lot of things have happened today. Now, I really do want to do it. I want to do it to prove that I can, to prove that I’m strong. Cause…I…I don’t think a lot of kids here realize how hard it is to get up onstage and do what we do. …but when they see us overcoming the fear and humiliation on Monday, they’ll know we’re a tough bunch and takes a lot of bravery to do what we do. I want to do it on Monday now because, we’re the only the ones who can. I want to do it because we didn’t have a choice and I want people to see us holding our heads high. That’s what I want. I want to do it. …but there’s not one single bone in my body that’s actually excited about it.” “I got an excited bone you can stick in your body!” one of the male students yelled…only a few of the kids laughed. Jenna just hung her head in disgust. Mrs. Apgar patted her shoulder. “So, you see you don’t all feel the same way.” The teacher offered to the class. “Mrs. Apgar,” Hannah Meyers meekly raised a question, “How do you feel about it?” “Thank you for asking Hannah,” she said. “I’m very nervous for the kids who have to do it. I think many of them have shown great bravery throughout the day today, and I’m very nervous about what they’ll have to put up with on Monday. I don’ think any of you students…anyone your ages should have to go through something like it. …but I think strong students like Jenna will be able to do it because they have too.” Jenna looked up at her teacher. She was emotionally raw from her speech and still nervous and worried…when she received a text message from Carly. “Sorry. Got signed out early for a dentist appointment.” Jenna deflated in relief and frustration and…to be honest, a little laughter too. She chuckled a little and gave Mrs. Apgar a thumbs up. Science class was turning out to be a breeze, more or less. Jenna hoped that trend could continue through pep rally next period, but somehow she knew it wouldn't. She looked back at the two cheerleaders, Kate and Rita, which made her feel better. She still wasn't the center of their attention. ...But she knew that could change easily in the air of the football field. The minutes of the science class, where Jenna felt comfortable and almost happy, were far too short. They ticked away far too quickly...and then the bell rang. It was time for the pep rally... it was showtime... and Jenna wondered, who would be the show: Her or Lauren? The Nude Fundraiser: Part 15- The Pep Rally Jenna stopped briefly at her locker before heading to the football field. She hadn’t really had time to get there all day, but so far it hadn’t mattered. She kept most of her books in her bag, but now she was emptying that. Unsure of what would happen, she decided it would be best to just have whatever she could carry. For safety reasons…she even put her phone in her locker. All she had, as she closed the door and locked it, was what she was wearing a white shirt missing one button, her tan skirt, two mismatched ankle socks, and her sneakers. She took a deep breath and headed for the football field with the mass of other students on the same pilgrimage to the pep rally. Most of the kids preferred the indoor pep rallies. Pretty much any pep rally past October and before May was held in the gym due to weather. Being the second Friday of school in early September, outside was the way to go. It was bright, sunny with just a hint of cool breeze making the students realize the if summer weren’t truly over, it was probably soon ending. Jenna wasn’t uncomfortable in her outfit, not from a weather perspective. She wasn’t really uncomfortable in this outfit unless Lauren was there. Lauren who had tormented her several times throughout the day and had forced her to display her body to other students most notably in her history class. Lauren would be at the pep rally. …but the pep rally was where Jenna had planned to get back at Lauren. That plan was already in motion. Having switched phones, Lauren’s one ineffective attempt of keeping control of Jenna when they weren’t together, Jenna had found a way to interact with the principal, the cheer coach, and the other cheerleaders as Lauren. The ability for Jenna to do that was aided by Lauren’s own boyfriend Jacob, a fellow drama student with Jenna. The fake Lauren had initiated a plan to have the cheerleaders perform the pep rally in only their underwear, sending the request to do so to the coach through the principal, so the cheerleaders wouldn’t know where it really came from. Somehow Lauren had gotten Principal McGuffin under her thumb to the point that this whole pep rally was really her idea and her intent was to expose Jenna’s whole student body to the entire school. In return for having the pep rally, Lauren was supposed to have Jenna tossed in a dumpster so she would be dirty while she was exposed under the orders of the principal. Lucky for Jenna, the getting tossed in the dumpster fell apart…or had so far. Her walk to the football field included her keeping an eye out for enemies… but also for allies. She had found Mike and Dennis from the bus, both kids she’d known for years and would call friends. They may not have been a trio that would traditionally be seen together, but she felt comfortable with them now as the entered the field. Jenna knew not to look for Carly, but she kept her eyes out for Sarah, the Freshman she’d come to befriend during the day. Along the way, she bumped in Ezra, from her homeroom and science class. He was another student she’d know forever. While she wouldn’t necessarily consider him a friend, they were more than just acquaintances. They weren’t inviting each other to parties, but were able to have conversations and laughs when they were together. Surrounded by the three boys, Jenna felt a little more comfortable. She saw Sarah, but she was too far away. Sarah, the little freshman drama club girl with the blonde hair in a pixie cut, was seated with people Jenna hoped were friends. She looked uncomfortable. Jenna hadn’t had contact with her since lunch and was nervous how things had been. Sarah was a brave girl, but still nervous about the upcoming fundraiser. She wasn’t processing it as well as Jenna was, maybe. Where Jenna had been driven to acts of stupidity (not wearing panties or a bra to school,) which led to more difficult things (Lauren’s continued dominance and blackmail,) Sarah had been drive to acts of madness (pulling off her leggings in her homeroom,) in order to prove herself. … Jenna wondered what other events had transpired today for the poor freshman obviously flailing for acceptance in a new place. Jenna decided she’d keep an eye on the girl from a far, but not too far. She motioned her trio of boys to sit down here towards the edge of a row on the bleachers about a third of the way down the length of the metal seating area. They were about halfway up and the boys agreed this would be fine. Roger, the loner, who road the bus with Jenna and the other two, ended up sitting right behind them. He had shared some classes with Jenna and been in homeroom with her. Of the four boys in her proximity, he was the only one she knew beyond a doubt had seen what she was wearing under her shirt and skirt. He turned and smiled at her, but said nothing. She smiled back and brushed her skirt to make sure everything was covered. Jenna looked around and saw Jacob and the other football players assembled on the field. Coach Morgan was with them giving them some instructions. Some of the team members were wearing their jerseys. Jacob had his helmet again. Mr. Dirklin and the pep band were set up and playing the fight song on repeat until things began. The photography students were out and about on the field and in the bleachers as well. Mrs. Lynn always liked to have her students participate in these events by getting pictures. Jenna was sure it was helpful for the students, but she couldn’t help but feel a little awkward around anyone with a camera today after what happened in Mr. Elba’s drama class. She saw Rayna and DeShawn, two of the four she had interactions with during that class. They were still close to each other. She spotted the other two apart from them and on an opposite side. The teachers, Jenna noted were spread out amongst the crowded mass of students. She could easily find grumpy Mr. Riley from her English Class and Mr. Morris her math teacher (this would have been Jenna’s class with him if it weren’t for the pep rally.) She found Mr. Gunderson her history teacher who HAD to know something was going on during that class but didn’t say a word. She saw Ms. Carol and Mrs. Apgar speaking together at the corner of a different section on the bleachers. Looking out at the field again, she witnessed Mr. Elba and Mr. Cranston from the technologies department putting what were most likely the final touches on the equipment set-up for today’s event. McGuffin, the pervy principal who may still be wearing Sarah’s panties under his outfit, was walking out towards them. The one group of people Jenna didn’t see was the cheerleaders. She didn’t see Lauren. She didn’t see Kate. She didn’t see Julia or Rita or any of the other girls. …but maybe they were in the locker room getting dressed…or getting undressed. Their absence was easily explainable, but it made Jenna nervous all the same. The cheerleaders were the lynchpin to both Lauren’s plan and Jenna’s plan…and if either plan was going to play out, the actions of the cheerleaders would be the first indication of which. What made things more nerve-wracking for Jenna, the Cheerleaders are usually out on the field at this point doing spot cheers and whipping the audience up. Now, all that the students had as a prelude was the pep band playing the fight song. The music came to a close and principal McGuffin started to speak into a microphone at a podium on the field. “Teachers, students, faculty and staff of Kentucky Central High School, Welcome to the pep rally!” There was a little cheer… Pep rallies were always a slow start for the Students of Kentucky Central High. The students did care about the sports program, but there was a ton of apathy for the concept of pep rallies. Was there a need for the students to affirm the football players? In the end, that’s all it was. Sure, the band played and the cheerleaders cheered. They’d get some applause and thanks, but for the better part of an hour, the students would be continually asked to get loud and get louder for the football team. Was the drive to win a game and up their stats for college recruiters and scholarships not enough to fill their tanks? Was the roar of the crowd during a game, which was only maybe a quarter full with students and three quarters full with family, community and alumni, not enough to keep them going? Did the football team really need the forced cheers of their contemporaries to play a better game? Was there something deeper being taught by making students respond to a “charismatic” leader over something that really had no stake on their life? … Jenna didn’t really care. This was all a show she wished was already over. “Lets all give a cheer for the Fighting Chickens of Kentucky Central High!” The crowd of students actually roared a little louder this time… the football team coaxing the cheers. “And let’s hear a boo for the Pinging Meters of East Kentucky Gifted!” A smaller roar of boos coaxed by the football team could be heard. Jenna even booed lightly. Mostly she always hated that East Kentucky School for the Gifted thought they were clever. They shortened their name to East Kentucky Gifted on most of their merchandise and uniforms so they would EKG…and then changed their mascot from Albert Einstein to a heart monitor. That struck fear in absolutely zero hearts…but then again, they only had a sports program for the money. It didn’t ever win games. “Last year’s game was a bust due to Covid. The year before that, they held home field advantage, so it was a travel game for us. They forfeited before the game started because they didn’t even have enough players for their starting line-up. The year before that, their poor performance invoked the slaughter rule when we had scored our seventh touchdown in the first quarter. We all know we’re going to win tonight!” He paused for a cheer and as it subsided a male voice from somewhere in the crowd shouted “Bring out the cheerleaders.” Jenna grabbed Mike’s hand and looked at him, “Start a chant. Cheer. Cheer. Cheer.” Mike was confused, but game. With a balled fist he started chanting. “Cheer. Cheer. Cheer. Cheer.” The other boys joined in and even though McGuffin had started talking again Jenna couldn’t hear what he said. The chant had started to take hold and most of the crowd was calling out for the cheerleaders, Jenna included. Mr. McGuffin quieted them down. “Listen students, the cheerleaders will be out in a minute with a special performance I’m told. They needed a few minutes to prepare. As soon as they’re ready…” With that phrase Coach Baxter ran onto the field from the locker room… “Sounds like you all are ready! Come on out girls!” She was yelling and could be heard by a good portion of the crowd. She’d learned how to project her voice well…but it wasn’t perfect and not everyone could hear… As the team started to burst out of the locker room, Coach Baxter headed for the podium. Jenna didn’t care about where the coach was, however, she was more concerned with what the girls were wearing. They were in their uniforms…all of them. Even Lauren. What was different about Lauren, however, is that her hands were tied and she was being led to the front by Kate and Rita. Coach Baxter fought the microphone from Mr. McGuffin. Fought was not too strong a term. He was less than willing to give it up. The Cheerleading coach addressed the audience. “Students, Thank You for your love of my cheerleading squad! We heard you and we are here for you.” There was a good cheer from the crowd at that. “We thank you for your patience. We had an internal matter to deal with. A matter that involves not one but two perverted and vindictive people up here in front of you today.” There were gasps from the crowd and a few claps. Jenna noticed that Julia was now behind Mr. McGuffin and he definitely didn’t look too happy. “First one of our Cheerleaders has been very naughty all day. She has been mean towards a fellow student, as some of you have no doubt witnessed. I myself, saw this bad behavior in the lunch room. Our cheerleader Lauren Wasnotski forced another student to stand bottomless in the middle of the cafeteria.” Very audible gasps from the crowd. Jenna now knew she was not unseen in the cafeteria when they traded back phones. “What’s worse is that this student conspired with our beloved principal Mr. McGuffin, to have our entire cheerleading team debase themselves in front of all of you, not unlike the Drama Club will on Monday!” The murmur in the crowd was non-distinct. Jenna couldn’t tell if it was positive or negative. …For Jenna’s part, she knew exactly how to react. She was feeling fucking euphoric. Sure, Coach Baxter had just insulted the Drama Club which kinda sucked but was on brand for the cheer coach. On the other hand, Jenna was in the positive column for two reasons. First Coach Baxter had not outed Jenna by name, which was good. Yes, plenty of students knew, but not everyone. The second positive was that Jenna’s final text as Lauren seemed to do the trick. As she ventured to the bathroom before the phone exchange, fake Lauren sent a text to the cheerleading group that was obviously meant for the principal. “MG, I said cheerleaders naked not in panties and bra. You have to help me show those cheer bitches I’m the top of that food chain.” When Jenna hit send, she knew it was a gamble, but it seems to have played out just fine. The cheerleaders discovered Lauren was the force behind their proposed humiliation and the principal was a willing participant. Lauren, of course, having no sim card in her phone and having had the passcode changed and all the messages deleted, was unable to see or hear what was going on…and the other squad members no longer involved her in their planning. No doubt when they confronted her in the locker room, she denied everything. Suddenly, they were no longer interested in humiliating Jenna Jenkins since they were about to become Lauren’s victims as well. “Our Plan,” Coach Baxter continued, “Is to force Ms. Wasnotski to do for you what she intended the rest of to do. …perform today’s cheer in the nude.” There was a great cheer from the crowd, mostly the guys, but they were very vocal. The coach shouted a command off the microphone to Kate and Rita. It wasn’t meant for the audience, but Jenna and others could hear her tell them “Strip her.” There was a murmur through the crowd. Teachers and staff didn’t know how to respond, many turned their gaze to McGuffin who wasn’t at all sure how things were going to go…but he knew enough to let it happen, to pull the focus away from him. He gave a let it go gesture to those who were looking his way. With shocked and uneasy faces, they all did. Turning to watch and not to stop. Kate and Rita were not nice about it. It was rough. Other cheerleaders stood close by to make sure there were no hassles from their captive. Laurens hands were untied. She looked like she wanted to fight or run, but realized it was impossible. She still struggled as the other two seniors pulled off the redhead’s top. They wiggled it from side to side as they lifted it over her head banging her arms against her. Tossing it onto the field. They didn’t bother to undo her bra, just grabbing it and pulling. Lauren’s 36D breasts flopped down after being pulled up during removal. Exposed for all to see, she had tiny areola’s if you were close enough and her nipples were ugly and pointed. Lauren tried to cover her breasts with her arms, as two of the other cheerleaders stepped in to grab her hands. Kate and Rita went in for the skirt and panties, pulling them both down together and pushing Lauren out of them exposing her unkempt red-haired bush covering what everyone assumed were meaty pussy lips. The guys in the audience continued to cheer. Jenna tried to hide her smile, one of pride and happiness to have won against her abuser. “We’ll leave her shoes on for the cheer.” Coach Baxter called into the microphone and motioned to Mr. Morgan to start the music. While he worked on getting the music playing, she had one more thing to say, “Now, Lauren, you better give this cheer 110% or that’s going to be your outfit for tonight’s game as well.” As the beats to the song overtook the sound system, the cheerleaders dropped Lauren’s arms and took their positions to perform. Lauren did as she was instructed…and performed 110% percent. The entire routine her breasts were bouncing. She did the splits and jumps as required. Each one garnering thunderous applause. …and at each one Jenna thought she could see tears on Lauren’s face. She almost had feelings of remorse, but her compassion ended quickly as she remembered not only what had been done to her, but what Lauren had planned to do to her. …and Jenna remembered that she didn’t know everything that had been done either. There was the question of the text messages that were missing. Sent pictures that may need to explained to friends and family in the coming days and weeks. …So, Jenna just sat there and watched her tormenter get humiliated in front of the entire school. Ezra, leaned in to Jenna, and whispered in her ear. “That’s gonna be you on Monday.” In a way that made Jenna smile as the routine ended. It would in fact be her on Monday. It would be her and Jacob and Carly and Sarah and so many others. It would be her, but she would not be alone. Jenna leaned back to Ezra, “Hey, when this is done, start a chant…’show us your panties McG.’” Ezra looked confused, but shrugged it off. “Okay.” And so it was, by the time the applause and shouting for the routine was done, a chant was growing throughout the audience. “Show us panties McG.” It had changed a little, but Jenna knew it would get the point across. Lauren was naked on the field in her shoes and socks at the end of the cheer. She was trying to cover herself and no one was stopping her now. Coach Baxter let the chant roll for a minute. The cheerleaders looked as confused as she was. She turned to principal McGuffin and put the mic up to speak. “I think the students have chosen what they want to happen to you, for your part in this evil plan,” she said to her boss. Angrily and defiantly, he stepped forward already undoing his pants. Before he could take them down, Julia stopped him and helped him out of his jacket. She just kind of sensed what needed to happen in this moment. As his hands went to lower his trousers, Julia grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it so that it didn’t cover what needed to be seen… And there they were, Sarah’s panties still on his body. Tight around his waist and pressing into his skin. His cock no longer inside the panties, but pushed through the leg hole and completely visible to those close enough. The crowd burst in laughter. Jenna finally noticed all the phones out taking pictures. She was certain they were there during Lauren’s cheerleading routine. Videos and pictures would be all over the internet tonight and this show, both Lauren and Mr. McGuffin would be far more interesting than any pics or videos taken of Jenna earlier. The photography classes were doing their job as well. Flashes were going off. Lenses were being changed. The kids were angling for better positions. Jenna thought that this moment may make it into the yearbook, and no one would know what part she played in it. She looked over at Sarah, who was beaming with pride. Jenna could almost hear her say “those are my panties.” The teachers were trying to settle things down. One of the assistant principals stepped up to rescue the Microphone from coach Baxter and free their boss from his humiliation. Jenna looked down on the field and saw Lauren and Jacob, there was obviously a disagreement between the two. He tried to give her his shirt, but she refused and stormed off to the locker room. He tossed his helmet angrily at the fence. Jenna wasn’t completely proud of that, but it was the final part of this plan. She was hoping to create some discord between the two primarily as a way to unsettle Lauren, but after Jacob set the tone with the photo shoot in drama class, Jenna hard started to hope the trajectory would go this way. Once she had taken the sim card and isolated the two of them, since she knew they had no classes together, Jenna was almost certain the picture would create Lauren to stew more over his actions and the fact that she knew he gave her the passcode for the phone. This was the last little time bomb, exploding at the perfect time. There was no bell that afternoon. The students weren’t even officially dismissed. The chaos just led to a disbursal and soon the teachers and junior administrators couldn’t stop it. The students were making their way to their buses and cars. Jenna grabbed Ezra’s arm, “did you drive today?” “Yeah,” he said. “Can you drive me home?” She asked. “Sure,” he happily responded. “You can tell me how to get into Drama Club.” She laughed. “Let me get my phone from locker.” He followed her and they both trotted off towards her locker. It had been a huge day for Jenna. She had been through a million different emotions and she wasn’t sure what was going to come next. As they walked, she passed Sarah. Jenna gave her a pat on her ass and a winking smile. Sarah reacted with a happy giggle. When Jenna got to her locker, Ezra went to his briefly, leaving her alone. She got her phone and dug Lauren’s sim card out of her bag while she packed it for the weekend. As she stood up to walk to Ezra, closing her locker, she saw Jacob across the hall. Jenna walked to him…and put the sim card in his hand. “There are some parts of today I’m sorry about. I hope this helps.” She said, looking him in the eye. As Jacob realized what it was, Jenna walked away. More would come from this, she knew it. …but after today, she figured she could handle whatever came next. Jenna joined back up with Ezra and the two left the school. She wasn’t coming back for the game. She had no reason to be there over the weekend. The next time she would enter would be Monday Morning…and at that point she’d have to be naked. Jenna took a deep breath and smiled as she thought in her head, she could handle that too. The Nude Fundraiser: Part 16- The Family Chat Her ride home with Ezra was pleasant and stress-free. She didn’t really think he was going to join the Drama Club, but she answered all his questions. Despite all the goings on during the day, she realized he had never gotten a free preview, so she took her skirt off quietly in the car, and when she got out, left it there as a gift. He almost didn’t notice, but got a glimpse…just enough to encourage him to pull over a few minutes later and relieve some pressure. Jenna didn’t know that happened, but would have been pleased at it. Shortly before dinner, her parents knew. They knew about the fundraiser because of the district-wide text and email that went out around 6pm. It had a link to the website which explained everything…and showed almost everything. While her parents learned about it all, Jenna explored the link herself just to see the pictures of her…and Sarah and Carly. Jenna’s pictures left nothing to the imagination. One of the four photographers had gotten shots of her before she was guarded enough to protect herself. She was absolutely all on display. The pictures were not locked, Jenna noted and could be saved and re-shared by anyone. This saddened her because of what it might mean when her college of choice found out… but there’s nothing she could do about it now. The pictures of Sarah and Carly were only a little more modest. The lab coats had done a good job of hiding certain features, but the photographers were good enough and sneaky enough to get the girl’s special parts in view. There was not one single picture of either of them that showed both breasts and pussy, but their breasts and pussies were visible in some of the photos. Both of the girls really looked like they were trying to hide things, which Jenna was happy about. More to the point, Carly’s eyes were looking left in a lot of her photos, as if she were looking back to Sarah waiting. …and Sarah’s eyes were looking right in many of her shots, as if she were looking off at Carly. When Jenna’s parent had processed the information about the fundraiser from the website and saw the pictures of Jenna, it was time for dinner and dinner was when they usually had a family chat. She’d always been open with her parents. He relationship with them was one of respect and love. They were supportive of her endeavors. They helped out and participated when necessary. How many recitals and ballets had her mom been backstage for? How many times had she helped sew costumes? Her dad had been building sets for her at every school she ever attended. These were not helicopter parents. They were solid parents who cared and supported their only child through everything she needed. They let her build her own life and follow her own dreams. They knew that she’d already gotten into the college of her choice and that nailing a top role in the spring musical was the lynchpin to a full ride scholarship. Like Jenna had understood, they too knew the musical had to happen. …but never in a million years did they think it would come to this. No parent imagines that their high school aged child will need to parade their naked bodies in front of their entire school in order to make their dreams come true. Good parents, they thought, don’t create roadblocks. Jenna, who had taken a posture of shame while she sat at the table, barely touching her food. The clanking of silverware on plates was quiet in reality, spaced apart by distance and fear…but in her head it was deafening. They had spoken. Her parents had already talked to one another, but not yet to Jenna. They asked her to explain the fundraiser to them, in her words. Her words included the old chestnuts naked and nude, preceded by the classic phrases “I’ll be” and “while I am.” …Saying it out loud to her parents drove it home to Jenna in a way that she hadn’t quite fathomed. The vast unknown of “I’ll be naked in school all day on Monday,” had started to sink in…but Jenna tried to hold it back. They had to agree to it. Her future depended on it. When she finished, the parents of Jenna Jenkins looked at each other and then to their beautiful daughter and asked how could they help? She was surprised that they weren’t judging her…or this idea. They seemed to understand what doing the show meant to her and to the school. It didn’t mean they liked the idea…but it didn’t mean they were going to stop her or stop it. They wanted to help. How could they help? “I don’t know.” Was Jenna’s response. “Have a lot of people seen you naked before, honey?” Her mother asked. “…Before the pictures.” “No. Not really.” Said Jenna, which was mostly true. While she had been much more visible during the recently ended school day, she had always had something on. The photo shoot was the least, but even then, she still had her socks on. She felt comfortable with No. It wasn’t a lie. “How many, dear?” Her father quietly inquired…but paused… “Before… before the… the pictures…today. How many?” The moment of silence this created forced him to rethink his plan. He stammered a bit as he backtracked by saying “It’s curiosity more than anything, I suppose. You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want too.” “It’s okay dad,” was Jenna’s response. “Four. Livie and Kenzie during a sleepover. That boy I dated over the summer, Max…and Mom.” Again, avoiding the conversation that spoke of her actions and the “self-inflicted” humiliation that Lauren had supervised. “…and your doctor.” Added her mother, Alexandra. “Yeah, I guess him to.” Jenna agreed. Eager to avoid the conversation of what she and Max had gotten into over the summer that led to her being naked for him. That conversation would probably end up being another time, and most likely involved deeper probing questions where they would learn that he was naked too and condoms were involved. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how nervous are you?” George Jenkins probed further. “10 being the most nervous, of course.” Jenna thought for a moment. She had too. That answer would be different now than it would have been last night when they should have had this talk. Last night she hadn’t been partially naked in front of a lot of people, but she’d worn bikinis at the beach and pool parties. She’d been in just her underwear at a ton of sleepovers…and then less for that one with Kenzie and Livie... All those years dancing in tights, bodysuits and leotards…it’s not like people haven’t had a chance to see her body and watch her develop…But being in tight clothes and being out of clothes completely are two different things. …and then what she did today… While it really wasn’t being naked, was it? Just during the photo shoot… but she had opted to show several people that she was going without panties and that had become much easier as the day went on. …Jenna was torn, but she had to give an answer. “I think I’m at a 10. I think I can do it, but I’m kind of unsure about it. I am nervous because in a lot of my classes I’m the only Drama Club kid. In those classes I’ll be the only one naked, and that makes me really nervous. When there are others, I’ll feel like I’ve got company…that I’m not alone.” What her father said next shocked her deeper than the fundraiser itself. “Stand up and take your clothes off now.” “Wait, what?” she stammered her response. “George, I don’t…” His wife Alexandra protested. “No. Do it now. It will help you get used to it.” Jenna’s father countered before her mother’s objections could be fully raised. “Every minute you are home between now and Monday you will be naked. It will help you become comfortable dressing like that.” “George…we’re having company this weekend…” Her mother chirped fearfully. “I know, Lexi.” He said to his wife, before turning back to his nervous daughter. “… Jenna, honey… I’m trying to help you. You trust me, don’t you?” Jenna nodded her head almost silently. She closed her eyes, because she knew he was right. If she couldn’t be naked in front of her parents, how could she be fully naked in front of a school full of others? She pushed her chair back and stood up. She chuckled to herself because this was going to go faster than either of her parents imagined. After school she had spent some time in her room wearing just her socks…when they came home, she had only tugged on a pair of panties and a t-shirt. She bent down and began to pull off her mismatched ankle socks. As she stood upright again, her hands went for the hem of her shirt and with a clean motion pulled it off over her head, revealing her 34c breasts to her parents…revealing those little freckles in all their glory... revealing her abdominal muscles which softly sculpted from her years of dance… revealing her red panties. She had chosen to put on panties tonight, because her body had somehow missed them in a way that it didn’t miss the bra. Having been without the panties made her want them…but only them. Jenna hoped her body had enough time in them, because now they would be coming off. Her mother hid her eyes, embarrassed for her daughter while her father watched. He spoke words of encouragement in the pause, which moved her to continue. “Go ahead Jenna, you can do this.” Her hands returning to her nervously tingling body, her fingers found the waistline of her red bikini cut panties. She lowered the undergarment down to her ankles perhaps a little more slowly than she should have and with only a tinge of reluctance at this point. Jenna turned to the side a little as she helped her bottoms off over her ankles and feet, not completely ready to let her parents see between her legs. As she turned back towards them, she took a deep breath and accepted that now she was completely nude in front of both of her parents for the first time in her memory. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see their disappointment in her or her body. Knowing her wavy shoulder length brown hair didn’t reach far enough to cover her nipples, she became acutely aware how hard they had become. Her breasts were always a strong point of pride for her. Perky and smooth, a good size for her 5’6” frame. She had an athletic build with soft curving muscles from her dancing. She was fit and comfortable in her body. The years of being awkward and gangly had passed her by and she was thankful for that… but even in her comfort, she knew she wasn’t perfect. Her parents would find those imperfections, she knew it. She opened her eyes after what felt like an eternity of silence to see that both parents were now staring at her. It made her more self-conscious than she was with her eyes closed. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her body as she felt tears begin to well up, when her mother’s voice stopped her. “Honey, you don’t have cover up. It’s okay.” She paused. “You’re beautiful, darling.” Jenna looked towards her parents and noticed the pride in their eyes. They held each other’s hand as they looked at her. She sensed that her father had squeezed her mother’s hand as he spoke. “We did pretty well, Lexi. Made ourselves a perfect little you.” Jenna’s mother smiled. “She does have my beautiful brown eyes.” “…and nose.” Her father added. “It does that little scrunching thing you do too.” They were smiling. If they had noticed any imperfections in Jenna’s softly tanned body, they didn’t say anything. They didn’t judge any of it. They only found points to compliment. “Am I allowed to say that your breasts are beautiful, honey?” Her father asked. Jenna nodded, silently as a few tears began to fall upon her cheek, tears of relief. “I love those freckles.” he continued, he’d said it before when she wore bathing suits or certain tops and dresses, but they were always cut off by the material. He was seeing them completely for the first time, unstopped and free. “You always have George.” Her mother giggled “Now get your naked ass over here, Jenna! Eat your dinner before it gets any colder.” All three laughed and Jenna complied, sitting back down at the table and beginning to eat again. A first it still felt awkward. The act of being naked and eating was foreign. The fact that it was in front of her own parents made it weird…but the conversation stopped being about her and being naked, it became normal conversation about work and school and dance. By the time she finished eating it almost felt natural. She never really forgot that she was naked. There were enough contact points with her skin that were new and different to her that made it impossible to forget she was naked, from the cushion material of the seats to the way the table edge brushed the undersides of her breasts when she got too close it was obvious to every tingling sensor in her body that she was unclothed. After dinner they moved to the den to watch tv. She cuddled with her mother and didn’t cover up for over an hour and only then because she got a little chilly. By the time she went into her room to go to bed that night, she had started to think that being naked wasn’t all that bad. Her parents had made her feel at ease throughout the evening. …but parents are one thing. Horny teenage boys and pervy teachers are something else, as she had learned with her escapades. As she laid in bed that night, she thought about the day she had, but more important the days she would have soon. If her parents held true to what they said, Jenna was going to be naked all weekend. Company was coming over on Saturday night, family friends, the Andersons; her father usually had some of the guys over for football on Sunday; and she had some outdoor chores to do on Saturday during the day. It was going to be a full weekend and if things didn’t change, she would spend it fully nude. …and deep in her heart and her sleep drifting mind, she didn’t think that was going to be a bad thing. The Nude Fundraiser: Part 17- The Saturday Chores Waking up late on Saturday morning, Jenna had slept in of course, was a revelation to her. Sleeping nude had felt more comfortable than it had before. She’d done it many times throughout the years, never with permission. She had done it on Thursday night to help her prepare, but then she had to worry about school the next day… but Friday night into Saturday, she not only had permission, but her parents blessing to be nude. She didn’t have to wake up for anything pressing. And when she had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, she didn’t need to wrap up or sneak around. It just felt more comfortable to her, so easy and relaxing. She wondered if she would ever wear her pajamas again. After waking, she had ventured down to the kitchen. Jenna’s mom Alexandra had gone out grocery shopping already. George, her father was catching up on the sports from the night before. He drew her attention to an article referenced in a recap of the Kentucky Central football game. It seems her principal, Mr. McGuffin was resigning immediately over something that happened at Friday’s pep rally. Mr. Jenkins didn’t really know what happened at the pep rally, as the article about it was vague. Jenna did not tell him everything that happened, but she gave him the broad-strokes. He wondered if the Fundraiser would truly happen, given the added publicity. The two parted after that conversation, her father had some work around the house to do and in the garage. Jenna at her cereal and started thinking about her to do list for the day and how she was going to do it dressed as she was. Most of Jenna’s list was easy and indoors, a few cleaning items including her bathroom upstairs. As the family would be having guests on both Saturday night and Sunday afternoon/evening, an extra bathroom for guests might be a necessary addition to the one bathroom already readily available. She did have two tasks outdoors that would be a little more visible to neighbors and those passing by. One was weeding the front garden, which she and her mother had started growing when Jenna was young. Weeding the garden was a standard thing for Jenna to do on a Saturday from April through October. Finishing her cereal, she grabbed her hat, gloves and the kneeling pad…took a deep breath and walked out the front door. Her father had heard the door and knew what it meant, he ventured around from the garage to make sure she was okay…and saw that she had already gotten down and started. He made a mental note that nude gardening was something his daughter was capable of. She saw him out of the corner of her eye and turned back and smiled. He thought once again how cute she looked, and how much she reminded him of his wife…particularly in that hat and gardening gloves. They looked less out of place on a naked body than he thought they would. After watching her for a few moments, he wandered back to his own tasks in the garage. Those passing by while Jenna worked fell into three categories: A. The ones who didn’t see/notice; B. The ones who noticed and said nothing, most likely enjoying the view in their own special ways; and C. the ones who noticed and made their feelings known. Most of the third crop were positive or shocked but not disapproving. Several car honks and people shouting out how they liked her outfit. A few boys on bikes coming to a stop, pulling out their phones and taking pictures. If she noticed they were, she usually struck a smiling pose. Jenna had no problem stopping for a moment and visiting with the local dogs as they were taken around on their walks and most of their owners were okay. Even Dennis, from school was out walking to the store and stopped when saw her. …and he definitely liked what he saw from the look of the tent in his shorts. It was a pleasant mid-September day. Jenna felt comfortable. The only downside was the few people in that third grouping who decided that her wardrobe choice was a negative. A few older folks shouting at her to get dressed. A random folk or two calling her a slut as they passed. There was a visit from a city patrolman who had gotten a call. Jenna’s father had intervened on that one. The incident ended with a verbal warning and a happy smile from the officer as Jenna waved at him while he drove off. The did get a visit from the HOA President, who had also gotten a call, potentially from the same caller… He said he didn’t believe what he heard and had to come check it out. Jenna thought he probably believed it, but wasn’t going to pass up the chance to see a naked teenaged girl. At the point of his visit, she was nearly finished and would be going inside in a few minutes. He left satisfied with that…but he left slowly and his camera was in his hand. Jenna’s second outdoor task, was a backyard task with a lot less gawkers. Her mother had grown up a clothesline user and had tried to instill those benefits to her young daughter. Jenna was less enthusiastic about this one, but she did her part. Taking laundry fresh from the washing machine out the back door, she hung the wet clothes upon it. No one but the left side neighbor seemed to notice the actions of the nude girl in her backyard, but that was enough for Jenna. She sensed the stares from his window. At first it felt very creepy to her. It had her nerves tingling in a careful way… but after the first few minutes, those senses started to change to a feeling of harmlessness. She like her neighbor, Mr. Birch. He was a man in his 70s whose wife had died of cancer about 4 years ago. He was fairly healthy and had a family that loved and took care of him. Jenna had been over many times to do chores for him throughout the last few years. He was truly nice and harmless. …but in her state of dress, it just took a few minutes to process that. …Once she internalized that he wasn’t a threat, she started to be a little more open in her actions. You might say she put on a show for her voyeur…and Jenna would not disagree. She danced indoors at the conclusion of her task to find that her mother had been watching from the kitchen. Jenna was slightly embarrassed by that, but the two ended up in smiles and laughs. The day had clearly gotten away from Jenna and it was mid-afternoon. She grabbed a quick shower and spent some time alone in her bedroom. Jenna realized with her mind on her state of dress she hadn’t even thought about her phone all day. Without pockets, it never even left her bedroom in the morning. She glanced at it now and saw 4 missed phone calls from Jacob. So, she called him back. The basics of the conversation were that Lauren was still very upset about the whole thing. The sim card made her think that he had little to do with what Jenna had concocted, so Lauren did NOT break up with him. Her parents were furious over the whole thing, and had pulled her from Cheerleading so fast that Lauren wasn’t even at the game last night. Jacob doubted they’d see her in school for a while, but did note that they were behind the movement that forced McGuffin to resign. Jacob also told Jenna there were a good deal of parents who were using the event to try to get the fundraiser cancelled, thinking it had come from McGuffin…but he didn’t know much more about that. His parents had been talking to a lot of people, since they were the head of the PTA, but they weren’t talking to him. He was just hearing some of the louder calls through the walls. Jenna listened for the most part and let Jacob talk. She did tell him about her “training,” which he thought was pretty hot. He admitted he already heard and sent her a text message with one of the gardening photos he’d seen from a buddy online. The pictures from the fundraiser site, the ones kids had gotten of Jenna during Lauren’s torment and now the gardening pictures were all making Jenna pretty popular search online. The conversation ended pleasantly, with Jacob admitting he was probably going to masturbate to some of her pics. That excited Jenna a little. She had to be honest, since dinner last night, thoughts about the sexual nature of being naked were less prevalent. It’s true you can’t really separate sexuality and nudity, but Jenna’s concentration on simply being nude and not being sexual had reconceptualized any tingly and erotic feelings she had. Yes, her nipples had gone hard several times, but none of those times were because she felt she was horny. She had definitely felt moments of wetness in her pussy, but none of them were because she felt the need to fuck. All of those times were excitement over being seen… but Jacob’s final moments on the phone brought home the point that while it was about exhibiting herself to Jenna, to those around her it was about sex with her and the possibilities of what they could do or might do to her young and unclothed body. …and here, alone in her bedroom, with Jacob’s voice in her head confirming and affirming she was hot and desire-able and definitely made his cock hard… her hands found their way all over her body, rubbing gently, caressing her skin…touching all of her secret places that had stopped being secret to those around her… She decided to send Jacob a gift. Standing in front of her mirror, she took a selfie just for him. Legs spread…with fingers in her pussy. It was a somewhat awkward photo to take, with a little more blur than she wanted, but it was obviously her and all the important parts were visible. She set up the text and hovered over the send button for just a moment contemplating if she really should…and then she did. “Jake, this is for your eyes only. Delete when you’ve finished. PLEASE!” It wasn’t two minutes later when she got the response from Jacob. “Thank You. Deleted.” It wasn’t too long after that she herself had come to a completion. As she rested, she looked at the photo she had taken…and scrolled back through the photos from Friday. Jenna found it hard to fathom that those were the same girl. One angry at being naked and another willfully showing off her naked body. Control was the difference. Today she was in control…. Mostly. Mrs. Jenkins hollered up to her daughter, breaking the young girl’s thoughts. “Jenna, the Anderson’s will be here soon.” Jenna smiled and exhaled a sigh of relief, then she headed to the bathroom for another quick shower. She didn’t need the company she was about to be seen naked by or her parents knowing about her extra-curricular activities.

The Evening's Entertainment MollyCactus Collection I was to be the entertainment for this evening. I knew this. I had freely agreed to it. After all, my sex life had hit a very long dry spell. When Clarissa, one of my girlfriends, had mentioned this club that she belonged to - a "kinky sex club" was her description - it sounded like just what I needed. "The men and women there are reasonably attractive," Clarissa assured me. "Although none of them are supermodels, they are certainly focused on sex and having a good time. Angela, I really think you would find it fun, too." I did not have to agonize over my decision. I trusted Clarissa, and her judgment. I did not even balk when Clarissa explained that newcomers put on a sort of show or demonstration during their first visit. "This allows the other club members to get to know you, 'intimately', let's say," Clarissa explained with a huge grin. "What exactly do you mean by a demonstration?" I asked. "Well, you have sex in front of the other members," she replied. I felt my breath catch upon hearing this. My body responded viscerally. My heart began racing, and I felt my dry spell ending rather prematurely as my panties dampened at the thought. I had never had sex with another person watching, let alone a group of people. I had never even considered it. But now that the opportunity was beginning to present itself, I was surprised at how the idea was triggering my arousal. I apparently had a hitherto untapped streak of exhibitionism hidden deep inside of me. "I guess I can handle that, Clarissa. When can we go?" I inquired, trying hard to keep a squeak out of my voice. "There is a meeting next weekend," Clarissa replied brightly. "I'll pick you up, and we can go together." During the week, I found myself looking frequently at the clock, wondering why the hours were dragging by so slowly. It felt like the weekend would never arrive. I also stripped naked and examined my image in my full-length mirror more often than I had ever done before. I realized that several people - strangers - were going to be seeing this body and I hoped they would be kind enough to overlook all the flaws that were so glaringly obvious to me. I wished that there was some magical way I could transfer some of the fullness from my butt up into my breasts. I pinched the flesh of my ass cheeks, pleased that they were at least firm. I took each breast into my hand and lifted it, and then let it drop, critically watching it bounce and wobble. Sighing, I knew that there was nothing that I could do in such a short time to make any changes. During these examinations, one thing that I noticed that I could do something about were the marks pressed into my skin by the elastic straps and bands of my bra and panties. These took quite some time to dissipate from my pale skin - 15 to 20 minutes to completely disappear. I decided to go to the meeting dressed in a simple blouse and skirt, leaving my bra and panties at home. However, when the weekend arrived and I was waiting for Clarissa to pick me up, I realized that I was so excited that my pussy was lubricating copiously. If I sat like that in Clarissa's car, I was likely to drench the back of my skirt, not to mention the seat covers. Inserting a tampon for the journey seemed to be a good temporary solution to the problem. As an afterthought, I stuffed a pair of panties and another tampon in my purse, which might be needed for the return home after the meeting. I found it to be a bit difficult to hold a conversation with Clarissa as she drove us to the building where the club had its meetings. As we often do when we are entering into an unknown situation, my mind was running through various scenarios of what the evening might be like. Would the people accept me? Would they laugh at me? What if none of the men wanted to have sex with me? What if I had an attack of shyness and froze up? What if my cunt dried up and the sex became too painful for me to continue? How mortifying that would be! With my mind in such a whirl of thoughts, I was not really paying full attention to some of the comments that Clarissa was making. When she mentioned the concept of a 'safeword' it did not really register in my consciousness. And 'redred'? What could she mean by that? I must have misheard. Anyway, we were now parking in front of the building, and hurrying inside. As we entered, I was surprised to see no one else in evidence. "Where is everyone?" I asked. "They are all in the main meeting room. We deliberately schedule the newcomer to arrive 15 minutes later than everyone else so that all the members get to see the new person at the same time," Clarissa explained. Escorting me down a short corridor, Clarissa led me into a small dressing room. "Here are some hangers for your clothes, and a locker for your shoes and purse. Strip everything off, and then put on this robe. When you come out of this room, do not be shocked by the two men that will be waiting by the door. They are your honor guard, and they will lead you to the main room. I will see you there," Clarissa said with a smile, and she winked and left the room. Alone now in the nice warm room, I slipped off my shoes, unbuttoned and shrugged off my blouse, and unzipped and wiggled out of my skirt. Hanging my clothes on the hangers provided, I found a box of tissues on the vanity. Holding a tissue in one hand and grasping the tampon string in the other, I eased the tampon out of my pussy, catching and wrapping it in the tissue. There was so much fluid in it that I wrapped it again with a few more tissues, and even used a couple to wipe my labia. All of this was placed into a handy nearby wastebasket. Slipping on and belting the robe closed, I took a few more minutes regarding myself in the vanity mirror, adjusting my lipstick and patting a few stray hairs that had fallen forward onto my forehead back into place. Shaking with nervous anticipation, I looked once more into the mirror. Looking at the hopefully pretty brunette woman wearing a robe that I saw there, I asked, "What have you gotten yourself into this time, Angela?" I felt I could delay no longer. Tiptoeing to the door, I opened it slowly, peering out into the corridor. As promised, there were two men waiting, one standing on either side of the door, facing away from the room, arms crossed in front of their chests. They were of medium height, one of them light-haired, the other one dark-haired. Dressed in short sleeved shirts and shorts, they turned in unison to face me and smiled. "Are you my honor guard?" I asked, embarrassed to hear my voice crack slightly in the middle of that question. "Indeed we are, Miss," replied the dark-haired one. "Please come this way," he continued, gesturing down the longer corridor. Complying, I began padding barefoot in the direction indicated, the men falling into step slightly behind me. Butterflies started dancing in my stomach. I began wondering if one of these two men was destined to fuck me in front of the group. My heart seemed to try to jump up into my throat when the thought crossed my mind that they might both use me sexually. After all, Clarissa had said this club was kinky. I found that it was easy to agree to do something in theory, when fully clothed in my own home talking to my girlfriend. It was a completely different matter to actually be doing it. To be walking naked ( except for a robe ) down the corridor of a strange building, escorted by two men that I did not know. To now have the knowledge crystallize that I was about to enter a room with more people in it that I did not know (except for Clarissa ) where I was expected to discard the robe and expose my nudity. Moreover, I had agreed to let those people watch as someone made love to me. I mentally corrected myself. This would not be love making. There could be no love, since I and the other person were unknown to one another. This would be fucking, pure and simple. I even began wondering if the two men really represented an honor guard, or if they were accompanying me to make sure that I did not lose my courage, bolt like a scared rabbit back up the corridor to the dressing room, throw my clothes back on, and escape from the building. Surely they would not hold me against my will! Almost as if they were reading my thoughts, the two men accelerated slightly and came up beside me. I was afraid that they were going to seize my arms and restrain me. As I opened my mouth to protest, I realized that they were just stepping ahead of me to open the double doors at the end of the corridor. Relief flooded through me, giving me enough composure to pass through the doorway into the large, well lit room. My eyes darted around, noticing perhaps a dozen people present. Far more than I had expected. Thankfully, they were pleasant looking, a collection of smiling men and women. As I scanned their faces, trying to read the emotions displayed on them, I felt a wave of acceptance wash over me. This dissipated one of the things that I had been worrying about in the car. Finally, I picked out Clarissa from the sea of unfamiliar faces. Okay, maybe there were not enough people to constitute a sea - let's say from the lake of unfamiliar faces. Clarissa stepped forward to stand by my side and introduce me to those present. "This is my friend Angela, our newest member." Pausing for a brief period of polite applause, she went on to name all the others present, pointing to each as she did so. Unfortunately, given the speed at which the names flew into my ear, I was only able to retain the first name that I heard, and the last two. The petite redheaded woman that Clarissa introduced first was Karen. I also learned that of the two members of my honor guard, whom she introduced last, the dark-haired man was Tom, and the light-haired man was Lance. I almost giggled when I heard that last name, imagining his 'lance' - his cock - spearing its way into me. Clarissa then turned to me and asked formally in a loud clear voice, "Angela, do you wish to be our entertainment this evening? If so, you can symbolically display your acquiescence by removing your robe." I felt all the eyes of the room upon me at that point, and felt the palpable hush as everyone awaited my decision. I was glad that I did not have to answer verbally, since my throat tightened as the moment of truth had arrived. My fingers shook slightly as they fumbled with the knot I had placed in the robe's belt. As the knot parted, I slowly pulled the robe open and off of my shoulders, and let it drop. The soft material pooled at my feet. Lifting my chin, I raised my arms and placed my hands behind my head, arching my back slightly. This posture gave a subtle lift to my tits. I was determined to display my nude body to its best advantage as these people got their first look at it. This was greeted with an enthusiastic wave of applause, and felt my cheeks heat gently with a rosy blush. As the applause gradually abated, Tom and Lance let me over to a strange device that I had not noticed, since up until this point I had been focused upon the people in the room. I knew about these things and I had seen pictures of them on the Internet, but I'd never seen one for real before. Also, since I was not expecting to see one, it took several moments to register what I was seeing - stocks! I was still sorting it out, as Lance raised the top half of the device on its hinge, while Tom pressed his hand at my upper back to encourage me to bend forward. Tom then adjusted my body position to place my neck in the central depression, and each of my wrists in the side depressions. These depressions were lined with a soft velvety material and my mind was so focused on the sensations of this wonderful velvety caress that I did not protest as Lance lowered the top section into place, securing my wrists and neck. I heard a clicking sound which told me the panels were now locked together. My head and hands were on one side of the stocks, the rest of my body on the other side. I was well aware that my naked body was bent at the hips, with my bare breasts dangling below my torso. My buttocks were certainly on full display to anyone behind me. I felt very vulnerable like this, but also somewhat - naughty. Instinctively, I drew my legs tightly together in an attempt to cover and protect my pussy. I became aware of something being strapped to my right knee. Gentle hands slowly pulled my ankles apart from each other while someone behind me steadied my hips so I didn't lose my balance. At the same time, Tom did something to the central support pole of the stocks, gradually lowering my head and arms as my widening stance lowered my torso. The stocks were certainly well designed. When my ankles were more than shoulder width apart, I felt something being strapped to my left knee. When the hands released my ankles, I found that I could no longer draw my thighs together. Lance came into view in front of the stocks. I twisted my head slightly to look at him and asked, "What just happened?" "I attached a spreader bar to keep your thighs open," he said casually, as if this was a commonplace action. I began to believe that in this club, this might actually be the case. Kinky indeed. Clarissa came and knelt in front of me, looked up into my face, and whispered, "Are you still okay with this?" I swallowed hard and considered my answer. "Ummm. Am I supposed to have sex like this?" Clarissa nodded. "Oh yes. Definitely. But, as I told you in the car, remember your safeword 'redred' just in case." "I'm afraid that I did not completely understand what you meant by that, Clarissa. What does 'safeword' mean?" "Honey, it just means that if you don't like what is being done, you can stop us at any time. All you have to do is say 'redred' and all actions will cease immediately." "Oh! I see, although I confess I've never had the desire to tell a man to stop fucking me before. In answer to your original question, although this all feels strange, it's still very exciting. So yes, I am okay with this." At that moment, I really felt it was okay, being on display as I was. No one had made any hurtful or ugly comments about my appearance. The stocks, while restraining, were padded and comfortable. The strangest thing so far was my inability to draw my thighs either closer together, for modesty, or even farther apart, if I felt inspired to do so. The club members had me held exactly as they wanted me. Hearing my answer, Clarissa smiled brightly, and lifted herself up. Tilting her head at an awkward angle, she gave me a very sweet kiss, the first time that she had ever done this. Sensing no protest on my part, she deepened the kiss briefly, and gave my cheek a tender caress before walking a short distance away to sit in a nearby chair. People were milling around the room as this was being done. I had a limited field of view, since it was natural for me to look down at the floor, and it took an effort for me to raise my head to a level position. When I did so, I could see perhaps half of the room, and my hands protruding from the stocks. I saw several people now on this side of the room, including Lance, Karen, Clarissa, and Tom. Lance was sitting next to Clarissa. I grinned as I noticed that Clarissa had her hand on Lance's bare thigh, and he, in turn, was using his arm to cradle her head and neck against his shoulder. His hand was draped fortuitously over her right breast. That was when I felt a hand slowly stroking down my spine. I had no idea whose hand it was. Not a clue. Whoever it was, the hand was taking it's time, painting my entire back with a warm brush of flesh. After an eternity, as the hand finally approached the swell of my buttocks, I found my whole body vibrating with sensation. With the first touch at my exposed, vulnerable ass cheeks, my hips involuntarily bucked like a skittish mare, and my knees weakened. But oh how I savored that caress. How I yearned for more. Mouth going dry with shyness, I could not bring myself to beg for more intimate contact. I shuddered as the hand explored every inch of my ass. I knew that the people on my side of the stocks were watching my expression, while the people behind the stocks were probably watching what was being done to me with avid eyes. Being helpless as I was, unable to do anything about a stranger caressing me in this manner touched something inside me. Acceptance. Acceptance, blended with the thrill of newness. The hand broke contact. I gasped at the sudden lack of sensation. As the moments dragged on, and the hand failed to return, I began a soft moan of frustration. The moan transitioned into a piercing shriek as I felt the warm, wet tongue lap me from clit to anus! I was glad that the spreader bar had been attached to my knees. If that had not been done, my thighs might have clamped together at the first contact of that tongue, and that would've prematurely ended this delicious sensation. The muscles inside my ass cheeks did contract, but not enough to prevent the tongue from washing over my anus at the end of its path. A pair of hands grasped my ass cheeks, holding those quivering muscles at bay, as the tongue continued lapping sensuously at my clit, labia, and ass. A stubble of beard brushed my inner thighs from time to time. I dimly became aware of appreciative murmurs behind me, but I must confess my focus was on that tongue, and what it was doing to me. The lapping intensified as the tongue gradually plowed my labia apart. The owner of the tongue began to dine on the rich flow of juices oozing from my grateful cunt. I have a very good imagination. In my mind, I could "see" the man kneeling behind me, head buried in my sopping cunt, his hands raised to my ass cheeks possessively. I could "see" the onlookers moving around, viewing this tableau from different angles, some moving in quite close for a better look as I fed my juices into his mouth. An unfamiliar voice behind me said, "Your tongue seems to be getting her quite horny, Joe, judging by the way her hips are dancing. But please move aside. I think she's been waiting for this." I moaned in dismay as the tonguing stopped. My disappointment was brief however, because a few seconds later I felt a hand on my left ass cheek. Another hand spread my pussy lips wide apart and something warm and firm pressed near the entrance to my vaginal passage. Too big to be a finger, I knew what it had to be. The new stranger changed his position and angle slightly - I could tell because his thighs brushed against the back of my thighs. The head of his cock found its target, and the man pressed his hips forward, both of his hands grasping my ass for purchase. My well lubricated tunnel greeted its visitor in a buttery embrace. I heard him groan as he plunged his cock all the way in. "Holy crap! She's so hot and wet!" he exclaimed. "Her cunt fits me like a glove." This indeed was what I had been waiting for! "OMG! Yes!" I cried out. I wanted to shove my hips back into his thrust, but of course the stocks prevented me from doing so. The spreader bar stopped me from either opening my thighs wider in acceptance, or closing them to trap that wonderful rod of flesh inside me. All I could do was rock my hips slightly up and down to increase the friction as he began fucking me with long, smooth strokes. I actually found that I enjoyed being fucked while being restrained. I was learning more new things about myself. Being held like this, unable to do much other than receive - experience what was happening - kept me focused on the 'now', no thoughts of the past or the future. Just being in the moment. Realizing that there was one other thing that I could do, I began encouraging whoever was fucking me. "Yes! This is what I need! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Your cock feels so good in my little pussy!" Normally, I was not so verbal during sex. But being trapped as I was in the stocks, was... was... liberating. In a way it was difficult to feel shame when there was nothing I could do to prevent what was happening. My body reveled in being allowed to unleash its pent-up sexuality. I was finally getting what I had been waiting for all week, and needed so desperately - a good fucking. As I began saying these things, I felt his hands sink more firmly into my ass cheeks, clamping me exactly where he wanted me. His thrusts intensified. The crowd behind me began encouraging him as well. I heard things like: "Come on, fuck that cunt!" "You heard her, Mark!" "She really wants that cock of yours!" Clarissa came close to me, and knelt down where she could see my face. We looked into each other's eyes. I suppose I should've felt embarrassed, having her see me like this - seeing the depths of my wanton needs, so clearly on display. But I did not. I somehow felt a deep connection to her - either something newly formed, or something that had always been there, of which I had been unaware. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I whispered, "Please." Sensing what I was pleading for, she smiled and reached both of her hands up under me, past the stocks. In moments, I felt her delicate fingertips dance lightly across my dangling, shaking breasts. Her touch triggered my orgasm! As I cried out in joy, rather than instinctively closing my eyes, I kept them wide open and focused on Clarissa's, letting her share this moment. My cunt began waves of contraction on Mark's cock, grasping and milking it. In response, he stopped pumping it in and out. He just jammed it as deeply into me as he could and held it there. His cock began twitching as he yelled, "I'm cumming!" and gifted me with his semen. Time stood still for me as my eyes went slightly out of focus, still looking into Clarissa's face, as I felt the cock give a couple of weak final jerks and then withdraw. Someone again adjusted the central support pole of the stocks, lowering my upper body a slight amount closer to the floor. Clarissa moved over to make room as Mark walked around to the front of the stocks. I knew it had to be Mark even though I could not look up higher than his hips because he presented his glistening cock, sticky with our mixed juices, to my lips. "Here. Clean me up," he commanded. Shyly thrilled at the thought of doing this while people watched, but before I could readily acquiesce, my mouth flew open in surprise! Surprise at the sensation of another, perhaps slightly larger cock penetrating my still gaping vaginal opening. I was going to be fucked not just once, but twice, before this group. Mark took advantage of my open mouth, slipping his cock past my lips. I licked and sucked, tasting his unique flavor mixed with my own familiar one. I was blissful - I had never had a cock in my mouth at the same time as another one was pumping in and out of my cunt. The taste of semen, which I had been without for months, flooded my taste buds. I love that taste, especially after experiencing my own orgasm. Also, there were hands caressing my tits again. I looked down and saw both of Clarissa's in her lap, so I knew the hands did not belong to her. In fact, her own hands were busy jilling her own pussy as she watched. I could not tell if the hands handling my breasts belong to a man or woman, but I did not really care because whoever it was seemed quite skilled. I was close to having my second orgasm when the man fucking me planted his cock so deeply inside me that his balls slapped hard against my pussy lips. Holding me tight against him, he spewed his load of cum. With each spurt that erupted from him, I fancied I could feel his balls rising and falling, rubbing against my labia. This load, added to the one that Mark had deposited earlier, filled my tunnel to overflowing. It began seeping out of me, trickling down across my clit and mound in a sensuous stream. As this cock was removed from my pussy,I heard people laughing and giggling as they watched what must've been a huge glob of cum disgorge itself from my gaping hole. My mind created an obscene mental image of what they must be seeing - of what I must look like at this moment. I felt my cheeks flame with embarrassment, but there was nothing I could do to stop the flow. A male voice somewhere behind me suggested, "Melissa, why don't you clean her up a bit? She's getting pretty sloppy." This observation deepened my embarrassment so much that I felt its hot flush sweep its way down my neck into my upper chest. "Oh, Robert! Look at how you made her blush!" a woman's voice said in mock chastisement. This statement triggered more laughter and merriment in the people present. Meanwhile, my second fucker walked around the stocks bringing his cock to my mouth for cleaning. As I suspected, it was rather big. I had to stretch my lips wide open just to get its head into my mouth. He must've sensed that I was gagging, unable to clean the length of his shaft. He pulled it back out of my mouth and turned it sideways so I could begin running my tongue over, under, and along its length. In the process, his manly scent insinuated itself deep into my nostrils, triggering primal responses throughout my body. "Clarissa, be a dear and help this girl get at my balls to clean them, please," he requested. In response, Clarissa removed one of her hands that had been busy between her thighs, and reached up to lift his cock high enough that his balls came into my view. I could smell the heady, spicy scent of my girlfriend on that hand so close to my nose. Inhaling deeply, almost wishing that she was placing that hand to my lips, I concentrated on lapping at the ball sack that she was helping make visible. There I found several globs of semen clinging to the folds of his scrotum. As I licked and vacuumed that semen into my mouth, I realized it was probably a mixture of cum from both men! Somehow, this struck me as highly erotic, causing me to shiver. Just as I finished this task, I felt a tongue working magically, starting at my mound, working its way up to my clit and past it. Soft lips fastened over my pussy, and I felt suction begin to pull the fluids up and out of my tunnel. Gentle hands took hold of my breasts, pulling them toward my pelvis. "That's it, Melissa! Suck that cum out of her," Robert chuckled. And I thought he had been merely jesting. I was shocked. I had never had a woman put her mouth 'down there' on me. I was doubly shocked. I was shocked that Melissa was doing this to me. And I was shocked at how much I was enjoying her mouth there, once I got over the initial confused surprise. She was actually better at it than any man that I had experienced up until that point. I imagined that I could hear her humming happily, especially after her tongue enter me and started a scooping motion. "Save some for me, Melissa," Clarissa implored. I felt Melissa's head move in a slight nodding action before she removed her lips from me and scooted around to where Clarissa knelt. Bringing her mouth near Clarissa's, Melissa opened her lips slightly and let free a dribble of gooey white cum. Clarissa eagerly accepted this gift, swallowing as it entered her mouth. The two women finished this exchange with a passionate kiss. I watched this with a mixture of disbelief and envy. A pair of hands pulled my labia wide open, stretching them to their maximum. I heard Robert remark, "Yep, you did a great job, Melissa. She's now squeaky clean. All nice and ready for me." At this point, he drilled his cock into my cunt. Robert must have been as turned on as I was. He bent his body down over mine, so I could feel him along my back. He reached beneath my torso and seized both of my tits rather roughly. He fucked me roughly as well - and I did not mind it one bit. He spanked my ass from time to time, and these slaps both focused my mind on what was happening to me and also drove me into a state of deep submission and acceptance. I never once considered using my safeword. Instead, my body reacted to his semi-brutal passion with the passion of its own. I came long and hard, screaming at the top of my lungs as the orgasm ripped its way through my body. I was flopping and jerking in Robert's fucking embrace, straining at the stocks, pulling at the spreader bar as he used me as his fuck toy. This orgasm was one of the longest I had ever experienced. Wave after wave of sensation coursed through me. People were clapping, cheering him on. I heard questions like: "Do you like being used like this, slut?" and "Did you know what a wanton whore you are?" Dizzy with the turbulence of emotions cascading through me, I could only babble incoherent answers. Another orgasm erupted in my core - or maybe it was just a continuation of the first one. Whatever it was, Robert joined me in it. He pounded his cock into my receptive hole and unloaded a gush of his seed into my depths. He did not stop immediately after cumming, but continued slamming his cock in and out. Some female observer commented, "He's whipping his semen into a bubbly white froth." When he finally pulled out, a woman remarked, "His froth is decorating her entire slit from her clit to her ass. Look at that." This reminded me of how many people were witnessing me being used like this. She began spanking me, saying, "Let's see how much of that froth I can knock free this way." Her hand slapped over and over on each of my unprotected ass cheeks, making me jerk and dance. The laughter this provoked drew more people in the room to the space behind the stocks, so they could see better. My ass was getting hotter, and I had no idea if any of the cum was dropping to the floor under me. The spanking did not last long, but I experienced a blend of extreme embarrassment and even more heightened arousal from it. It seemed that the more I sank into submission, the more excited I became. It became almost like a ritual. Each man, after using me as a receptacle for his cum, would walk around to the front of the stocks so I could lick and suck him clean. I was finishing my work on Robert's cock as I heard Lance announce close behind me, "My turn!" Quickly he inserted himself and began screwing my pussy. As he was doing so, I was startled as a dry, limp cock came into view beneath my face. I craned my head up to see who it was. Tom stood there, looking a bit abashed. He leaned over and whispered to me, "Please help get me hard." I was happy to take his soft cock fully into my mouth, and gradually sucked him to a raging erection. At this point, I was sucking away passionately, inspired by the feeling of Lance erupting into me. Tom asked, rather shyly, "Are you okay with anal sex?" Eying the diameter of his cute, thin, but fully erect cock, I replied, "My poor little ass would feel neglected if you didn't fuck it, Tom. Yes, fuck me in the ass!" Another woman - I wish I had learned all their names - remarked, "You're going to fuck her ass, Tom? Let me get her ready." Hands, which I assumed were hers, grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart, exposing my puckered ass hole. I had been fucked in the ass before, but I had never had my ass hole displayed to a crowd like this! I groaned aloud as I imagined what they were seeing. As I was held open, a tongue began washing itself over my opening, causing me to reflexively clench my anal ring closed. Persistent, the woman obviously relished this challenge. She licked and probed my ass hole with her tongue over and over, getting me used to the touches. I gradually relaxed. When I was nice and slippery there, she introduced her finger, prying at me gently. When my ass accepted the intrusion of that finger, she added a second, making me vocalize a happy groan. As she finally withdrew her fingers, I sensed Tom stepping into place behind me. Very carefully, Tom rubbed his cock head along my ass crack. It was wet, either from some woman mouthing him at the last moment, or from his dripping precum. It was enough to lubricate its head well. He began sliding his cock into and past my anal ring. The delightful sensation of that slender rod penetrating my naughty hole caused me to cry out, "Yes, Tom, yes! I love having your cock in me! OMG! Fuck my ass!" He needed no more encouragement than that. As he was taking his turn at using me, many of the women also got into the act, stroking my torso, thighs, legs, toes. A couple of them came around to the front and started sucking my fingers. I was awash in sensation. Sounds coming from in front of me drew my attention. I tilted my chin up to scan the room. What looked like an orgy had started up, some of the men having recovered sufficiently to work on satisfying the needs of any unfulfilled women. Every man present used either my cunt or my ass. Some may have used me more than once - I lost count. Every woman must have licked, sucked, nibbled, spanked, or fingered me. I had more sex in those few hours than I had had in years. I was in a state of orgasmic bliss, the stocks supporting my torso as I leaned on them. The entire room seemed to smell of sweat and sex - or maybe it was just me. I thought that my initiation to the club was complete. "If we are done, can someone please help me out of this?" I pleaded with an exhausted, hoarse voice. Karen replied, "You are not quite done, Angela. Clarissa gets a 'special turn', since she sponsored you to the club." Focusing on Clarissa, I watched with widened eyes as she donned a strap on. Karen knelt before her, and used her mouth to get it wet, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on it. After a few moments, Clarissa pulled the dildo out of Karen's mouth, sticky and gleaming with her saliva. Leading Karen by the hand, Clarissa walked out of sight behind me, saying, "I need you to keep wetting this for a while." Clarissa came up close behind me. I felt the heat radiating from her exposed skin. Taking her time, she ran her hands across my back, down my spine, and over my ass. Her touch was so sensuous that my body flooded with renewed energy, rising up against her hands. I began to murmur, "Please... Please..." Her hand parted my labia as she guided the wet dildo of the strap on into position. She worked it in and out slowly, letting the rubbery 'dick' enter and ultimately claim me. When she was all the way in, I felt her pelvis press against my butt, and she draped herself along my back with her tits pressed hot against my sensitized flesh. Her breath struck my nape, making my wispy hairs there move and add their caresses to my skin. She placed her hands on my shoulders, as she began bucking into me earnestly. For the first time in my life, I was being fucked by a woman! I thought my exhausted body was incapable of another orgasm. But the excitement, the strangeness of this, made me cum rather quickly. As I shook, Clarissa stopped thrusting and merely held me in an embrace. After I had calmed down, she pulled out the dildo, and stepped out of the strap on. Moving to a clear patch of floor in front of the stocks, she sat down with her thighs wide open, displaying her cunt to me. Club members opened the stocks, eased me from it, and lowered me down near her cunt. It seemed that I was to experience one more new thing on this magical evening. Never having been intimate with another woman, I had never had the opportunity to look closely at someone else's pussy. Perhaps sensing my shyness or hesitation, Clarissa reached down and delicately parted her labia invitingly. My eyes drank in the sight of her gleaming pink folds, noticing their resemblance to flower petals. The opening of the dark tunnel between them was in motion, slightly closing and then opening again. Her two fingers pulled upwards on her pussy lips, revealing a tiny hole above her vaginal opening. And just above that opening, I could see the pink, pulsating rod of her clit, with its hood pulled back. Her musky scent tantalized my nostrils as I moved my face closer. I knew that I had to take advantage of this marvelous opportunity - I had to taste my friend's pussy. Extending my tongue carefully, I touched it first to one pussy lip, then the other, well aware of all of those eyes watching me. Her taste was similar to my own juices, yet uniquely different in some manner. Getting bolder, I ran my tongue the length of her slit, from base to clit, hearing Clarissa gasp quietly. The texture of her clit against my tongue was so wonderful that I licked it carefully several times - its base, sides, head. My lips closed over that tiny head and I savored the feel of it throbbing in my mouth as my tongue tapped it gently. Clarissa moaned happily at this contact, and tilted her hips back even more, offering herself more fully. I wanted her now so much that I plunged in, greedily eating her cunt, spearing the depths of her vagina with my agile tongue. Sucking at her hole brought forth more and more of her juices as her excitement blossomed. My hands slid under her to grasp her butt, my fingers sinking into her ass flesh to hold her in place as I consumed her. Her entire sex reddened and heated, her scent intensifying. Suddenly, Clarissa grabbed my head, holding me fiercely against her as she started humping my face. The sounds that she made as she came filled the room as she smeared my face with her cum! I drank what I could, but her hip motions made the juices jetting from her pussy coat my face, neck, shoulders, and tits. When she finally released my head, people eased me away from her cunt, turning me onto my back to rest on the floor. Blissfully exhausted, I fell asleep like that, as my fellow club members came forward to lick Clarissa's cum from my body. The End - The Evening's Entertainment

The Birthday Present by BlackBunny 'Do you trust me?' he asked. 'Yes,' I lied. Well, sort of lied, because I sort of trusted him. 'Are you ready for your present?' 'That depends what it is...' I giggled nervously. 'Okay, well you have to trust me then,' 'Strip.' It was a definite command, not a request, and although I knew he'd never hurt me, I was slightly nervous. I took hold of my own tight black t shirt, peeling it slowly over my stomach and even more slowly over my small but tingling breasts. 'Don't take too long,' he said as he walked out of the bedroom, 'give me a yell when you're naked.' I was a bit disappointed, as he was one of those guys that makes my clit tingle even when he kisses my neck, but I knew that there must be something more to it than that. There had to be. I took down my jeans, casually slipping them over my feet, and slowly peeled off my small, black thong panties, enjoying the fact that I was alone (sort of) and feeling strangely horny. I stood there, in my push up bra - looked down, and thought how ridiculous and unsexy I would look if anyone walked in. Right - socks first. I reached around to unhook my bra. As it came loose, I felt my breasts slowly mould back to their normal, natural position. 'Okay!' I called. He came back in and looked at me, not a flicker in his eyes. I was disappointed. Very. 'You're not naked yet,' he said, his hand sliding over my neck chain , then my bracelet. 'You mean everything?' I asked, slightly bemused. 'Everything,' he said, 'All jewellery - bracelets, earrings - everything.' Of course, I was intrigued, my nipples rock hard as so many scenarios flashed through my mind. What was he going to do? When? I took out all my earrings, removed my necklace, my ankle chain - everything. The first time I'd been truly naked in more than 5 years. No clothes, no jewellery - nothing. I stood there, slightly nervous, but horny, nonetheless. I moved my hand over my right breast, gently over my stomach and towards my fleshy mound. Slowly, gently, teasingly - I could already feel how wet I had become, yet I didn't really know why. Before my fingers found what I, by now, so achingly wanted, he walked back in the room and said, 'Okay, lie on the bed.' I thought, 'Right, this is it, I'm going to get a really good hard fuck. The sort that I love, when a guy takes control and builds things up until I'm really wet, and he doesn't even have to touch me.' But no. He rolled me onto my front, my breasts warming slightly after being exposed, proud, to the air. I lay, face down, wondering what was going to happen. Don't move, don't speak,' he said, then, 'hang on...' I wondered what was going to happen. I heard a weird scraping sound, but knew better than to look up. If it was a game, I was expected to play, After all, his games had always been fun in the past. 'Lift your head back,' he said. I tilted my head back and felt his hands across my mouth. Then I felt thick electrical tape. He'd gagged me. This was new, especially done like this. I was tingling, and my left hand moved beneath me, just to alleviate some of the tingling that I could already feel between my legs. 'Leave it!' he commanded. So, I lay there, completely naked, face downwards, effectively gagged. Suddenly, my hands were pulled behind me - not roughly, but, well, assertively, and my wrists were bound tightly together behind my back. My ankles were then bound too, being pulled up behind me, towards my wrists. Then he tied the two pieces of rope together, so that I was trussed like a piece of meat - hands and feet behind me, gagged and helpless. 'Am I being really stupid?' I asked myself. But, too late. I was tied expertly. He blindfolded me and said, 'Now you'll have to wait.' It seemed like an hour, but can't have been more than ten minutes or so, when he returned. Almost effortlessly, he picked me up - no mean feat, as I am not a small girl - slung me over his shoulder, and carried me a few steps down the driveway to his car. He lowered me gently into the boot of the car - naked, gagged and bound. I began to worry that this was one game that was going to go to far. I heard the boot close above my head. Luckily, at the end of that May, it was fairly warm, but I could feel the pimples rising all over my body. My nipples were solid and I could feel my own wetness flowing down my inner thighs in anticipation. I was scared. Very scared in fact. I had always trusted him before and he'd never let me down. But you never know with men... Although it was warm, I shivered slightly in the boot of the car. Partly with cold, but, in equal parts, fear and delicious anticipation. Could I trust anyone this much? Would my family get phone calls tomorrow, saying that my naked and bound body had been found in some remote place? Then I started to get scared. I'd known him for a couple of years, but did I really know him? You hear all sorts of stories... I couldn't kick the side of the car to get attention. I was too well tied. In fact, I could hardly move. It occurred to me then that perhaps I had been really stupid. I lay there, on the verge of tears, but not quite crying. Yes, I'd asked to be tied up several times. Yes, I'd even asked for BDSM sessions and throroughly enjoyed being tied up before. Even tortured. I loved the nipple clamps, though they hurt like hell. I'd loved the needles that were pushed deep into my navel. I'd loved being slapped, whipped, fucked hard with all sorts of inanimate objects, but this was different. Very different. I could sense the cloying smell of petrol and oil mix already. I worried that when the car started, I might suffocate. All sorts of things went through my head. Then I heard footsteps. It was all a joke, he was going to let me out now and say 'Don't worry - got you going there'. But no. Two O'clock in the morning and I heard the car door slam, after the footsteps crunching on the gravel. There was nothing I could do. I was helpless. 'No, he wouldn't hurt me,' I consoled myself. The car pulled away, and my nude body jerked backwards as it sped up, turning left from the driveway. At least, that's what I guessed. That's what it felt like. The journey seemed to last several hours, though, in reality, I suppose it must have just been around 35 minutes. Towards the end, the car bumped and jostled over the ground. I supposed we must be in a car park, or perhaps even travelling across rough ground. The car stopped. The engine died. Silence. I shivered again. Nothing happened. I lay there in the dark, wondering what was going to happen to me. Another five minutes went by. Still nothing. Then I heard the driver's door close, quietly this time. A rush of cool air played over my body as the car boot was opened. I lay there, waiting for the feel of rough hands across my back, my breasts, my legs. Nothing. He must have stood there, looking at my naked, helpless body for ages. Or so it seemed. Suddenly, hands grabbed my shoulders. Then more hands grabbed my legs, around the knees. Oh God, there were at least two people. Who else was seeing my naked and bound body? I felt the old tingle of excitement return, as I realised that my demise was less likely! I was hauled from the car and carried, quite gently I thought, for at least ten minutes. 'That's far enough,' I heard him say. My body was lowered to the ground. It was soft, not uncomfortable, and I lay there, helpless and listened. I heard a sound. The rustle of money. 'This should cover it.' Footsteps quietly faded away, towards my left. Silence again. Nothing was said. Had he left? Was I lying there in front of a stranger? Or was he still there? Hands pulled at the knots around my wrists, loosening not my hands, but my feet. As my legs were straightened, I could feel them aching. If I'd been able to stand, the pins and needles that I felt would have prevented me from running. Now the ropes around my ankles were being loosened. What was happening? My legs were freed now, though ropes still vaguely cut into my ankles. I heard what sounded like a tent peg being driven hard into the ground. Suddenly, my right leg was pulled away to the right. The rope was not undone, instead, I guessed that the other end was being tied to something. Slowly it dawned on me. If I was right, I was being pegged out on the ground! The other ankle went to the left and was tied tightly. I was pulled into a sitting position and my arms freed from behind me. I hadn't heard a third or fourth peg driven into the ground. My arms were numb, so there was little I could do to defend myself. My left arm was stretched out, away to my left, pulled, to see how far my body would stretch. Then I heard the peg being driven into the ground. My arm was quickly and expertly tied - wrist to peg. Still silence. Now I was helpless again. My right arm was tied too. Tight. My body was stretched out on the ground, I could feel my ribs hitting the skin of my chest, my belly sunken in towards the ground. I must have looked like some kind of medieval torture victim to whoever was witnessing what was happening. How many people were there? As far as I knew, only one now. I tried to remember the footsteps I had heard earlier. I had been so disorientated that I couldn't remember. At least I was slightly more comfortable now. My legs were stretched far apart. I could feel the soft breeze slowly drying the wetness between my legs. Then, involuntarily, I would get wetter, the breeze drying me again. Still silence. I could just make out what looked like lightning from beneath my blindfold. Surely not? It was flashing from all directions. A camera! Some bastard was photographing my naked body, stretched and pegged out on the ground. And I started enjoying it, getting wetter, my nipples still as hard as granite. My nipples are small anyway, but to this photographer, they must have looked like pinpricks, I was so turned on. Well, happy birthday to me, I thought, realising that my day was three hours or so over already. In the distance, I heard a car door. Odd, I hadn't heard the engine as the car had arrived. Soon, footsteps came nearer. At least two sets. His voice said, 'Ready?' Mumbles of assent, and I lay, gagged, blindfolded and tied, wondering what was about to happen. 'Happy Birthday, darling,' he whispered into my ear. I was trembling again now. There were at least three people looking at my prone and naked body, while I, bound tightly, was helpless to stop them. It was turning me on so much. My nipples pointed straight up towards what I knew was a bright moonlit sky. My love juices were readily flowing from my throbbing hole, as I tensed slightly in expectation of the first touch. 'Okay,' he said, and to my utter disappointment, the footsteps receded into the distance. I strained to hear something. Anything. Twigs cracked occasionally, the beat of the distant wings of some nocturnal bird disturbed the warm air in the distance. I was alone. I was sure of it. I was still turned on more than I would ever have imagined. Whatever happened to me was beyond my control. No one could call me a sl*t for this one. I would be blameless. Guilt free. It was liberating, although I could barely move! I never believed that someone could do something like this to me and that I could get so turned on without even being touched. Turned on, yes, but unable to do anything about it. I desperately wanted to untie one of my hands, not to free myself, but purely so that I could assuage that throbbing ache between my pussy lips. Try as I might though, I couldn't loosen the ropes even slightly. This was so unfair, but oh so exquisite. I imagined a thousand eyes, poring over my pale, naked, milky flesh, as they stared out from the surrounding woodland, for that's where I presumed I was. Well, he'd already photographed me, pegged out like this, and he always showed me the photographs he took. I would eventually see what I looked like in this wonderful predicament. I felt like I had been lying there for well over an hour, so my guess was that it must be nearly four in the morning. I was starting to get cold, and I shivered involuntarily. A footstep? I wasn't sure. It had been so quiet that even my small spasm in the cold had dulled my ears to other sounds. The blindfold partly covered my ears too, so I was having even more difficulty detecting what I was now sure were tiny, stealthy movements. I couldn't hear them but I could sense them. Someone was crouching over me, to my right, just at the side of my shoulder. I sensed them getting nearer. I shifted slightly in growing anticipation. Who was it? Was it him? Was it whichever of his friends he had brought with him? Was it just someone walking in the night? A stranger? A stranger was staring at my small, round, pert, naked breasts. They hadn't said anything, so they must be thinking they could have some fun. It seemed obvious that they didn't intend to release me, or they would have done so by now. They would have spoken. I couldn't cry out, ask who they were. The thick tape ensured that. I could barely make a sound. I was completely naked and at the mercy of a total stranger. I felt warm, thankfully clean breath on my cheek. The breath moved slightly lower down my body, yet still, no one had touched me. I felt that warm breath getting closer to my right breast. Slowly it got even nearer, until I could feel it warming my right nipple. Closer, closer. 'Oh PLEASE suck my nipple,' I screamed inside my head. I no longer cared if this person was a stranger or not. I wanted to be touched, my body caressed, stroked, my nipples tweaked, flicked, sucked, pinched, my navel licked and fingered. I wanted to feel fingers, a mouth, or perhaps even the head of this guys cock pressing against my clit, just to give some release from such tantalisingly suppressed delight that I knew I would feel. I was sure that at the slightest touch, my clit would* explode in an exquisite pulse of juices, that I would start to spasm, my vaginal muscles working in harmony with my womb and stomach muscles, to produce those oh so wonderful fits and contractions that would push even more of that strong, musky liquid from my body in ever growing spurts. It had been a while since I'd ejaculated when I'd come, but I knew that this time it would be inevitable. Suddenly, I felt a hand at my right ankle. I was being untied! Sort of a disappointment, but perhaps I'd get what I so desperately needed. I felt my left leg free. Okay, I was still helpless, but at least I could move a limb! Now this person was working on the knots on the right ankle. I could move (sort of) and the sensation of my lips rubbing over my clit was heaven! I felt my legs pulled together by the ropes as the right ankle came free. Then, without warning, this person grabbed both ropes, and hauled my ankles over my head! They the proceeded to peg me down again, each ankle pegged next to the corresponding wrist. I was flat on my back, legs spread, and arse in the air. This was unexpected... I was, again, securely tied, and unable to move, but now, in just as, if not more of a compromising position. Blood rushed everywhere, mainly to my head, and I wondered what was coming next - the fleeting relief of having my legs together was no more. They were spread apart again, with no hope of gently crushing my clit between my pussy lips again. Was that a touch? A finger? A tongue? Something had briefly stroked my labia. Just enough to tickle my lips and smear some of my wetness away from my throbbing love hole. I could feel it trickling, like a stream, where a small channel has been dug away from the main flow. It dribbled down the back of my left thigh. I gasped, through my nose, as my mouth was still bound. Yes, it was a finger. I could feel it. Now another - both together.* They pushed against my lips, and probed gently. Oh God, PLEASE push those fingers in, rub my lips, my clit, let me come all over those delicious fingers that would finally give me the longed for relief! The fingers went in, slowly, tantalisingly, avoiding my clit. I would have sworn, if I'd been able to... The fingers worked their way in and out, studiously avoiding my small but aching love button, pushing my lips further apart as, each time, they sank deeper and deeper inside me. They probed the front wall of my vagina, rubbing gently at where they guessed my G spot to be. They didn't hit it, but wow, it felt good. Then the fingers slipped away. Nothing. I waited, gasping through my nose, thinking that if I came, I would suffocate - I wouldn't be able to breathe like that just through my nose. Oh Christ, no - A tongue. The stranger was licking me. He was well shaven - soft, young? Womanly? I could feel my juices being lapped up. This was someone who had done it before. Each drop was carefully licked from around my anus, swallowed (I could hear it) then they worked around my perineum. Lick, swallow, lick, swallow. Then up from between my labia in long, slow strokes, the tongue gently darting in and out with each pass. I felt hands on the backs of my thighs. Fingernails dug painfully into my flesh, as this person - woman(!) - leant further over me, each stroke of the tongue getting nearer and nearer to my clitoris. I felt the long, sensuous lick, the nails, could now smell the perfume too. Coco Chanel. Musky, heavy, but not heavy enough to disguise the hot, all pervading musk of my own sex. PLEASE, PLEASE reach my clit - I'm BURSTING!!! But no. with the last swallow, she stopped. My legs were left exactly where they were... A very feminine voice that I thought I recognised, whispered, 'Happy Birthday,' Then the footsteps faded away into the night. Again, I was alone, in an even more uncomfortable position, Still not sated, even more horny. If anyone was ever going to ram a huge, throbbing cock up me - please do it now... This time the wait seemed endless. I had begun to expect someone else to come to me. If this was a game, then I was beginning to enjoy playing. Yes, I was uncomfortable, my legs ached, my back ached, my arms were numb again and, worst of all, I needed to pee. Again, footsteps. More than one person. Two? Three? They were around me now. I heard the sound of zips, the rustle of clothes- trousers being removed - finally! Rough fingers dipped themselves between my legs, almost scooping the wetness from me. They massaged my anus, lubricating me with my own juices. At the same time, hands were massaging my breasts from both sides. A finger was inserted into my anus, pushing my own juices inside me. It was uncomfortable, but not too bad. Another finger. That hurt a bit. The fingers dipped again and were inserted once more. It didn't hurt so much this time. Then, almost without warning, a large, very hard cock was pushed inside me. Slowly, but slightly clumsily. A very sharp intake of breath from me then. That hurt. It took a few seconds to get used to the sensation. I'd only done anal a couple of times before, and then, using proper lubricants, and without the fact that I was so uncomfortable. I could hear the grunting, feel my breasts being gently massaged. The guy who was 'doing' me slowly pushed his cock the whole way into me. I could feel the tears welling up under the blindfold. It had only been perhaps thirty seconds so far, and although I really was enjoying it, I wasn't sure how long I could take this. Just as that though crossed my mind, I felt a massive spasm in the guys cock, as he shot quite a considerable load up inside me. His cock spasmed and twitched, until I'd taken every last drop. He withdrew and my legs were swiftly untied and pegged back in their previous position. Cum was dripping from me. It cooled quickly as it left my body, and I could feel it running down between my legs. A voice whispered, 'Happy Birthday,' and almost straight away, I felt the weight of another guy on top of me. This guy was really big. And heaven of heavens, I felt the head of his cock pushing between my lips, rubbing my clit at last. Even though this guy was big, he slipped in easily, I was so soaking wet. He fucked me hard, unable to fit his whole length inside me, but trying his best. Normally, this would have hurt, but I was so turned on, I just didn't care. My clit was being rubbed so hard and so sweetly, exactly what I wanted. I came almost immediately, my body writhing under his, two mouths on my nipples, making them harder than ever. It didn't take too long for this guy to come too, and for the second time in five minutes, I felt a burning hot wad of semen spurting inside my body. As he withdrew, I lay there gasping, trying to catch my breath. 'Happy Birthday,' another whisper. Almost immediately, another guy was mounting me. Not as big as the previous one, but large enough to fill me. He pumped away at my body, which, by now, was aching even more. I felt tired and slightly sore. Even so, he kept going, and lasted alot longer than the previous guy. My clit ached now. It was tender and swollen. Eventually the third guy came and again, I felt that hot, sticky spurt. My nipples were getting tender from all the attention they'd had, and I started to hope that they would let me recover for a while. I lay there, dripping, my own juices mingling with those of three different guys. My c*nt was sore, my nipples ached and I lay, breathing heavily. 'Happy Birthday,' the last whisper. More footsteps. 'Are you sure?' I heard a whisper. 'Absolutely,' came the reply - the woman was back. What was she absolutely sure about? The guys' footsteps went away again. I was left with the woman. What a relief. At least I would get some kind of a rest before another granite hard cock was pushed into my body. 'You're going to love this,' she whispered. Gently, the mess of semen was wiped from my body. I could feel the goose pimples all over my body - partly from excitement, but mainly from the slight chill I was now feeling. The woman stroked the inside of my right arm with what felt like a bunch of grass. A couple of seconds later, the pain hit me. It wasn't grass. The b*tch was holding a bunch of nettles. Part of me wanted to be untied, to stop this game now. The other (greater) part of me knew that no one was going to seriously hurt me and that I might even enjoy this. The inside of my arm burned slightly, the flesh itching like mad as I knew that the small red welts from the mild sting of the nettles were rising on my skin. What the hell was this going to feel like? She pulled the nettles away from my arm. I had no idea where they were going to go next. I was shaking involuntarily again. A touch around my left nipple - God that felt weird! My nipple immediately sprung back to rigid attention and started to tingle and throb. I could feel it swelling already. The really strange thing was that the sensation had far more effect on my pussy. I was dribbling again and although my nipple was continuing to swell, I could feel my clit throbbing in time. I must have made some sort of sound - a squeak I expect, as I heard, 'shhh!'. My right nipple suffered the same fate and again, I could feel the soft, tender flesh rising in protest. Both nipples were throbbing now in unison, and I could feel my blood joining them as I noticed the throbbing in my head. The nettles were dragged down my abdomen, being gently rubbed around my navel. By now, I could hardly tell if I was still being touched or not. Then I knew. The leaves were stroked along the full length of my dripping pussy, back first, working their way right up and over my clit. The pain was excrutiating. I thrashed about wildly, trying to scream, but no sound would have come out even if I hadn't been gagged. Suddenly the pain was replaced by the sweetest sensation I'd ever felt in my life. The initial sting had died down and had been replaced by a wonderful, throbbing ache. If you've ever been really turned on, but unable to touch yourself, multiply that feeling by a hundred and you might get some idea what it felt like. I almost couldn't bear it. I needed to be touched. I needed to have my poor, sore nipples gently sucked, my pussy to be touched. This woman must have been a mind reader, as before I knew it, firm fingers were pressing against my hole, massaging me into a frenzy. I came hard, and although my clit was so well used and sore, the sensation was wonderful. I shuddered as wave after wave engulfed my body, nearly wrenching my shoulders as I strained against the ropes that held me down so effectively. Finally, my quivering body came to rest and I lay there, nipples, belly and love hole all tingling and breathed hard. Footsteps yet again. Alot of them. I felt my legs and arms untied, but my limbs were still numb. My body was still trying to recover from the latest marvellous cum. I was carried, face upwards, across ground, a strong hand holding each wrist and ankle. I had given up. I would just let them do whatever they wanted to do to my body. I was so tired now. I was positioned, kneeling, with my back to a large tree. My arms were tied behind me, so that I must have looked like I was hugging the tree behind me. My ankles were tied too, so that my legs were apart, a rope tied from one ankle, round the tree, and attached to my other ankle. The gag was removed, and I breathed in heavily, relishing the cool, sweet air. A voice whispered, 'Bite and you'll get loads of this...' I wondered what 'this' was, until a large hand clamped over my mouth and I felt the sharp sting of a wooden switch across my stomach. It REALLY hurt. 'You gonna bite?' the voice whispered. 'No,' I whimpered. 'Good girl.' Although I could breathe, I still couldn't see, and the ropes around my wrists and ankles were starting to really bite into my soft, tender flesh. Why the hell would I bite if they took off the gag? I could hardly attack them, while I was trussed up like that. Then it dawned on me. I'd been on my knees plenty of times before, and usually only for one thing. just as that thought occurred, the head of a good, stiff cock was pushed against my mouth. I didn't really have an option, did I? I slowly opened my mouth and the guy slowly pushed his manhood in. I closed my lips around the shaft and gently sucked, rolling my tongue around him. He withdrew slightly, then pushed back in. So this was the way he wanted it? I stopped moving my tongue, and clamped my lips round him, allowing him to gently thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I could hear him groaning slightly, and braced myself for the moment when yet another shot of sticky cum would enter my body. 'You're going to have to swallow,' another voice said. Well, no hardship there, I thought. I've ALWAYS swallowed. It's just not polite to spit, is it? Another few thrusts and his semen hit the back of my throat. He'd stopped thrusting and was just staying motionless, his still erect cock throbbing in my mouth. I started sucking again - I was going to suck him dry. I swallowed more, feeling the hot, white liquid flowing slowly down my throat. I don't know how to describe the sensation to a guy, but cum doesn't always go down like water... Sometimes you have to swallow several times to get it down. Anyway. This lot went down! I was amazed at how quickly he'd come, but, in a way, slightly relieved, as I was seriously worried about choking. He withdrew, and a knelt there, breathing heavily, the warm, slightly salty taste lingering on my tongue. I must have smiled slightly, as a voice asked, 'Enjoy that, did you? Well, get used to it.' Another cock was pushed against my lips, so I opened up - no option really. I started to wonder how much cum I was going to have to swallow. I've done three guys at a time before, but there was a bit of breathing space between each time! From the whispered voices, I reckoned there must be at least four guys. Well, I'll try anything. This guy was different. He tasted different, he was bigger, but he wasn't thrusting. His cock just lay there in my mouth. He must be expecting me to do all the work, I thought. So again, my tongue roamed around his hard shaft, my head backing away, only to return to take even more of him inside me. I trailed my tongue along the underside of him, right to the head, and tickled the end with my tongue. I continued like this for a while, each time, attempting to swallow even more of his dick. I couldn't believe how much of him I'd managed to take into my mouth, but I was enjoying every moment. That was it. The light, liquid smack against the back of my throat. Two 'down' how many more to go? He withdrew and I actually had some space to take a gasp for air. Being blindfolded was a real problem here. I could only use my hearing to judge what was happening and how many people were around. I suddenly realised how cold I was becoming. I was still completely naked, the only covering my body had was the tree against my back and the ropes around my wrists and ankles. Another large, stiff cock. The guy sort of wiped the head around my lips, not pushing into my mouth. I obligingly opened up for him, but he teased the head in and out of my mouth. I licked as far as I could, but he continued to tease. After what seemed like around five minutes of this game, he thrust the whole thing into my mouth. In and out, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. He was big. I gagged, feeling like I was going to retch at any moment. Before I could do so, the now familiar hot, sticky wad of come hit once more. I could feel his body shudder as his seed spurted into me.* Again, I had no option but to swallow the lot. This time, the guy didn’t become limp in my mouth - he stayed erect! He slowly started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, in a way that would have been very sensual if it hadn’t been for my predicament… I ran my tongue around the large veins on the sides of his shaft, having to swallow several times to take the whole of his manhood. Eventually, he came again, though this time not quite so violently and without me having to swallow quite so much, thankfully. I’d begun to feel very slightly nauseous. Then nothing. Not a sound. Then I heard voices in low whispers. Suddenly, my wrists and ankles were being untied. I’d lost all feeling in my hands and feet and wouldn’t have been able to walk or run anyway. I was half carried away from the tree, then placed on my back on the slightly damp grass. It was getting colder. I wasn’t tied again. This time, there were hands on both my wrists and ankles - four people holding me down. I sensed someone standing above me. Something tickled my face slightly. I could smell a musky scent, which gradually became stronger. Then I realised, as the woman ground her pussy against my mouth. This was actually a welcome relief, at least I wouldn’t have to swallow any more cum. Tentatively, I began to lick, eventually finding her small, hard clit. Long strokes of my tongue, then tiny little flicks and darts in and out of her pussy. It must have only been thirty seconds, but she lowered herself down onto me hard, her body shaking in spasms as she orgasmed on my face, dribbling fluids around and into my waiting mouth. ‘Happy Birthday.’ She whispered, planting a soft kiss on my lips. I was exhausted. ‘She looks a bit cold’ someone said. I thought I recognised the voice. There were mutterings and I was gently picked up and carried away. It was such a strange feeling - not being able to walk, my nipples and pussy still stinging from the nettles, the strong salty taste of semen in my mouth, mixed with the sweet muskiness of the woman. My hands and feet were still numb and my pussy ached from the pounding it had taken earlier. I was gagged again with tape and gently lowered into the boot of the car. So, my ordeal was over - it had been scary at times, but such a horny experience, though one that I wouldn’t necessarily want to repeat too soon. I’d been fucked in every hole by at least four men and a woman - several times… The car boot was closed above me. I heard an engine come to life,* but not that of the car I was in. The other vehicle pulled away as the engine started in ‘my’ car. The drive didn’t seem so long this time. We soon pulled to a halt and, still naked, blindfolded, gagged and with bound wrists, I was led along a gravel path, the small stones starting to hurt my feet. I recognised it - his house again. I was led inside - the warmth was a relief and I wondered if he would now untie me. More people were coming into the house though - not just the two of us. I felt the tears welling up again. I didn’t know if I could take much more. I was led up the staircase - first floor then second. Then up again - into the attic! I hadn’t been up there in ages, not since I’d helped him move a load of rubbish out to throw away. I knew there were still a few bits of rubbish still up there and was slightly worried about tripping over. It was suddenly quite cold again. I could feel tiny wisps of air blowing through the roof where some of the tiles had worked slightly loose. The footsteps behind me carried on. It sounded like the four guys and the woman had all joined us. I wondered what I was about to be subjected to… I was gently positioned, standing at the side of the attic. Still blindfolded and gagged. My arms were raised up by two sets of hands and I felt my wrists being handcuffed to something. No way out now. Then my legs were forced apart and I felt them being tied into position. A weird sound. Like tearing. What was it? Then I realised, it was electrical tape, but what were they going to do with it? It was already over my mouth and I was pretty securely bound, both hand and foot. Then I felt it - strips of tape strategically placed over my nipples - it felt like they’d positioned the strips of tape in a cross shape, but I was unsure. Why had they done that? It felt strange, as I still had the residual throbbing in my nipples from the ordeal with the nettles earlier. It wasn’t too uncomfortable, so I accepted what was happening - what else could I do? I was hardly in a position to stop them doing whatever they wanted to my sore, aching, naked body. I’d been without any clothing for a good five hours now and was shivering involuntarily. Being stretched like that actually made it feel worse. Hands encircled my neck, putting on a leather collar. My blindfold was briefly removed, though my eyes couldn’t focus properly as I’d been unable to see for the last few hours. The blindfold was quickly replaced by another, more comfortable and of a softer material, but it was just as effective - once more, I was unable to see what was going on, but I’d caught a blurred glimpse of what I thought were at least four people seated opposite me, watching. I stood, stretched and waiting. A hand suddenly stroked my bare, exposed belly, a finger being poked into my belly button, probing and moving around. It felt odd, but not unpleasant. Then I felt two hands either side of my navel, the skin of my belly being stretched outwards, exposing the tender centre of my button. Then I felt a sharp, stabbing pain as a needle was thrust into the centre of my navel, then another, and another. Soon there must have been five of six, I couldn’t tell, as after the initial pain, everything dulled. I was stretched there, strung up, needles sticking out of my belly button, utterly helpless. ‘You’ll enjoy this.’ I felt a slap on my belly, just below the needles. It was fairly gentle, and only stung slightly. Then another slap, just above. ‘This, you might not like.’ Another slap, this time it must have been right over the needles as they were driven at least another quarter of an inch into my body. I gasped through my nose. The feeling wasn’t painful, but had sent a shock right down my abdomen, ending deliciously between my legs. I could feel myself getting wetter again. Then, all at once, five pairs of hands were caressing my body, lips on my nipples, squeezing my buttocks, flicking against my pussy lips. The needles were roughly and unceremoniously pulled from my belly button and replaced with the sweet sensation of a soft, exploring tongue, soothing the tiny wounds. ‘My God, look at that!’ I wondered what it was that had caused that exclamation. ‘Wow, she’s SO wet!’ Well, I knew I was excited, but apparently visually so…* A hand darted between my legs for a second. The next thing I knew, fluid was being rubbed all over my naked stomach. I was soaking. Someone then started to slowly and diligently lick it all away, causing my flesh to pucker once more with goose bumps as it cooled. The whole process was then repeated. I was getting wetter and wetter by the moment. The licking stopped, to be replaced by a hand on my left breast. They massaged gently, lulling me into a false sense of security. Without warning, the tape was ripped from my still tender nipple. I gasped again, feeling as though I would soon no longer be able to breathe. The tape on the other nipple soon followed and both felt very cold in the cool air of the attic. A hand slid between my legs once again, gently massaging my pussy. I was so close to exploding as the fingertips slid over my clit for the fourth time. Then they stopped. I was uncuffed and laid on my back on the floor. My ankles were once again tied behind my head as before. I lay there completely exposed. Once again, a hand went between my legs, scooping up the wetness that had settled there. But instead of continuing, the hand massaged between my buttocks. Shortly, I felt something hard pushing against my asshole. I tensed slightly, but hands held my buttocks apart and the hard, wet cock slid into my back passage. I wriggled around, trying to make him slip out as it felt quite uncomfortable. But the hands held me fast and slowly, the large, throbbing cock slid in and out of my body. He came quickly and slowly slid away, only to be replaced by another, larger, who came almost at once, then another. This lasted slightly longer, but I was distracted by teeth on both nipples, sucking, nibbling and sucking again. I felt the now familiar hot spurt inside me, fluid leaking out of me and cooling as it ran down my thighs and buttocks. Was that the last one? No. The fourth guy entered me and pounded hard. This wasn’t as bad as it may seem, as I was now dilated and very well lubricated, plus the fact that my whole body had started to feel numb. The guy came, his seed exploding into me, his cock twitching in the last throes of orgasm. I felt pretty close myself, but was completely unable to do anything about it. My legs were untied and I was laid out flat, but spreadeagled on my back in the attic, legs being tied once more. I felt a soft kiss on my lips. ‘Happy Birthday’ a voice whispered. Then another kiss, ‘Happy Birthday’. Then two more, the same thing softly whispered. I heard footsteps as the participants left the attic. Shortly, I heard the muted voices and the front door being closed. They’d left. Was I to be left here, tied in the attic? No, footsteps again, but this time, only one set. The tape was removed from my mouth and a gentle finger placed over my lips, ‘Shhhh.’ He said. I felt a cloth cleaning me - it had been soaked in warm water and was such a relief after the chill that I’d felt. Once I’d been cleaned, I felt powerful but soft hands massaging a slightly oily liquid into my body. It was him. We were alone again at last. The sweet scented massage oil was rubbed expertly into my neck, breasts, stomach and legs. He concentrated on my belly button, a small pool of oil collecting in the small hollow of my stomach. He gently massaged it in, soothing the still slightly sore area where the needles had penetrated my flesh. Then he entered me, his huge, erect penis pushing my lips apart and thrusting deep inside me. The sensation of his shaft against my clitoris was almost unbearable, I was so sore after being so used, but it was also exquisite at the same time. On the third thrust, I exploded in the most wonderful orgasm I’d ever felt - it had been building and building after all the time in the attic. I screamed loudly, not caring about making any noise or about who might hear. My body shuddered for some time as he continued to gently stroke me inside. In, out, in and out again. Gradually I came to a rest, unable to move. I felt the ropes being untied from my wrists and ankles. He gently picked me up and carried me downstairs. I felt so weak, but so satisfied. He laid me in the bed, covering my body with cool silk sheets. He removed the blindfold and I realised that the first rays of the dawn sunlight were beaming through the tiny gap in the thick, velvet curtains. I tried to focus as he kissed me tenderly on the lips. ‘Happy Birthday darling.’

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 31 The night was not over for Sam. She was still in the middle of the department store, bare naked as she could be, and totally horny and frustrated beyond belief. Her classmate, the popular girl Amanda Wentworth, had just been pleasuring her bare pussy in the shoe department when Sam’s mom and brother had showed up. Thankfully the girl had stopped touching her when they did, and what she was doing had gone undiscovered, but now Sam could hardly stand it, and she felt the need to get off like it had never bothered her before in her young life. Amanda had walked off, leaving her in horny shambles. “Here Sam.” Her mother said, pulling a handkerchief from her purse. She took her daughter’s left hand in her gasp, and then started wiping her outer labia and thighs in order to try and dry up some of her wetness. “Mmmmm…” Sam let out a soft moan. Even her own mother’s hand felt good down there right now. She knew she needed to cum so badly, and just wanted to get home as soon as possible so she could take care of herself in private. “There. That doesn’t look so bad.” Her mom commented, taking a small step back to appraise her daughter’s aroused pussy. Even she didn’t believe her words, seeing how puffy and red Sam’s entire genitalia had gotten. “Well, it’ll have to do. Let's get going.” Hank came over and took his sister’s hand once again, following along behind his mom pushing the cart. Sam was thankful for his support as she still felt a little wobbly, and for her mom taking the lead and walking in front of her, as it prevented most people from seeing just how aroused she had become. She could see just how noticeable her arousal was every time she took a look down at her inflamed pussy. Even with her mom walking strategically in front of her, every once in a while another shopper was able to notice Sam's aroused genitalia. First they would see that the girl was not wearing any clothes with all of her pale white skin on display, then they would notice just how hard and puckered her nipples were, then they would discover her flowered pussy with her little clit poking out. Most were just shocked when they discovered the girl's little secret, but some gave her big smiles at the discovery, and a few even wiggled their eyebrows at her in a teasing manner. There was a short line at the checkout, so Sam and her family had a bit of time to wait before they could leave. While they waited, Hank struck up a quiet conversation with his naked sister. “How you liking being a Feminudist, Sam?” He couldn’t hold back his amused smirk, still loving every moment of what he perceived as his sister’s naked humiliation. “It’s ok, I guess…” Sam said, cautiously, noticing the look on his face. “It seems you are enjoying being naked.” He whispered, taking a look down at her privates. Sam blushed at him hard. “What do you know? You’re not old enough to understand those kinds of things.” “I know enough.” He chuckled under his breath. “I know that's your clit, and that you are feeling horny, and that’s why you got so wet. My friend told me that’s what happens to girls when they get horny. That they get wet.” Sam was a little surprised by that admission from her brother. “Why did you ask mom to explain it to you then?” “How else was I going to point it out?” He laughed. “You should have seen how red your face got when mom was explaining what your clit was to me, and talking about how you were so wet and horny too.” “That’s not nice, Hank…” Sam pouted, folding her arms under her bare breasts in annoyance. Normally she and her brother shared a sibling rivalry that included lots of taunting and teasing, and she would have retaliated without thought against him, but she had none of her moxie at the moment, feeling completely out of sorts to be naked and horny in front of him. Not just him, but to be naked and aroused in front of all of these other people in public as well! They took a couple steps forward, as one of the customers ahead of them finished. Now they were in between the end cap shelves, and much less visible to most of the others around them. “You’re totally excited, Sam. You’re just as wet as before.” Her brother smirked, taking a look between her legs again. Sam gave him a shocked look, clamping her hands over her bare pussy to block his view, able to feel her own wetness as it seeped between her fingers. She let out a soft moan at the contact, tempted to just jill herself right there. “I’m going to tell mom you’re touching yourself again, if you don’t move your hands.” Now he was really enjoying the way his sister was squirming; part from the pleasurable touch of her hand, and part from embarrassment. Feeling like she had no choice, Sam brought her hands to her sides, exposing her aroused pussy to her little brother’s gaze once again. “There…” She was trying to sound defiant, but to her ears all she sounded like to herself was pathetic. “Don’t worry, Sam. You’ve got nothing to hide. You’re a Feminudist. Be proud to show off your horny pussy to the world!” He taunted, giving her a shit eating grin. Sam could only look away from him, feeling totally exposed and pitiful as she held her hands behind her back. It was either that or she knew she would be tempted to try and touch herself again. Hank took a few steps forward, getting right into her personal space. They were only a couple inches apart. “I saw what that girl did to you before she left.” He gave her a cocky grin as her eyes went wide. “I bet that’s why you are so excited. I bet you asked her to play with your little kitty, didn’t you?” “What!? No!!” Sam said in outrage, quite loudly, and suddenly everyone’s attention was on her for a moment. Sam tried to laugh it off, “No, I, uh, don’t want any candy, Hank. Thank you…” Hank just chuckled for a bit at his big sister. “Well, if you don’t want any candy…” He whispered to her, “Maybe you want more of this.” All of a sudden Hanks fingers were rubbing up and down her inflamed slit. “Mmmmmm…” Sam did her best to hold in the moan, as there were so many people around them. Thankfully none of them could see what her brother was doing to her. She couldn’t deny the pleasure she was feeling, however, as now someone else was touching her exactly as she had desired for the last little while. Her eyes fluttered closed once again, and she spread her legs just a bit more, to give her brother better access, hoping he knew just how much she wanted him to rub her aching clit. Without warning though, he abruptly stopped, and Sam could do nothing but let out the most annoyed moan from deep within her throat. “Argh!” Hank once again wore an evil smirk, as he turned to their mom. “Do you need help unloading the cart, mom?” For a moment, she was worried her brother was going to snitch on her for her horniness, but thankfully he said nothing. Sam just stood there watching them put the groceries on the belt, trying to get her labored breathing back to normal after such taunting and pleasure delivered by her younger brother. "Sam, please help your brother put the groceries in the bags." Her mom told her, as Sam was just standing there with a far off expression on her face. "Huh? Oh, sure mom." She answered after thinking about her mom's words for a moment. Now she was completely exposed again as she took up the position at the end of the conveyor belt. She focused on the task at hand however, and got to work bagging the groceries. With the bags lower to the ground, it forced her to bend over every time she put something into a bag, and she wasn't even aware she was absentmindedly displaying her bare butt and everything in between her legs to the people behind her as she naturally stood with her legs spread about an inch apart. It would take her brother explaining what she was showing before she would realize. "Wow, Sam! Nice!" He couldn't stop giggling at her, watching with delight as she bent at the waist over and over. "Huh?" She looked over her shoulder at him, confused. He got closer to her so he could whisper, "Everyone can see your butt-hole and pussy every time you bend over." He chuckled. Sam let out a great gasp, and then looked over her shoulder, sheepishly blushing at the people behind her. That's when she noticed it was a family of five, a mom and a dad, two older boys, and a younger sister. Both mother and daughter were shocked watching her, but the three males had appreciative grins on their faces. "Keep going Sam. I think they were really enjoying the view, especially the guys." Sam clamped her legs shut in response, feeling totally mortified with herself for showing everything like that. Her face felt totally on fire again, but she couldn't help feeling a great tingling down below. "You're supposed to be helping me bag…" she complained to her brother. Hank just took up the position next to her, and started filling a bag. It took Sam a bit more effort now, since she couldn't bend over naturally or she would risk exposing her privates again to the other shoppers. She was trying to bend at her knees in order to hold on to just a bit of her modesty. A few times she lost her balance and she was forced to spread her knees open as she was crouched down to regain it. Thankfully the only one to see her exposed pussy on those occasions was her brother, as she was facing the conveyor, though it still made her feel quite embarrassed. There were only a few groceries left to put in bags, and Hank decided he wanted to have a bit more fun with his naked sister before they left. He left the few remaining items up to her, just waiting for her to bend over the belt to retrieve them. With Sam now vulnerable, he reached out and tickled her bare sides expertly. "Hahahahaha!! Cut that out, Hank!" Sam giggled and laughed, then complained to her brother. Hank just stuck his tongue out at her, waiting for her to bend over again. As soon as she did he was right back at it. "Hahahahaha!!! Knock it off!!" She laughed even louder, drawing lots of attention to herself. This time he didn't stop. "Hahahahaha!!!! No!! No!!" She had turned around to put the bags in the cart, but with her hand full, it left her bare tummy completely vulnerable to her brother's fingers. Most of the other patrons watched on in amusement now, enjoying the cute naked girl's laughter. "Hahahahaha!!! No!! Hahahahaha!!! Stop!!" Hank had positioned himself between her and the cart, and so she had no place to put the heavy bags in her hands. "Mom, hahahahaha, make him stop!!!" She tried backing away, but just ended up with her bare butt pressed against the side of the conveyor belt. "Hahahahaha!!!!!" With Sam shaking and wiggling from her brother's tickling fingers, it caused her bare breasts to shake and jiggle delightfully too. Many people were really enthralled watching that, including her brother. "Hahahahaha, mom!?!?! Please!?!?!" She was half hunched over now, and twisting and turning, trying anything to get free from her brother's reach, but she could not find any reprieve. Her mom came over after paying, amusement evident on her face as she watched her son tickling her nude daughter. "Oh Samantha… You've always been so ticklish!" She laughed, and reached her hand over to give her daughter's side a quick tickle too, letting out her own giggle as Sam squirmed for her too. "Mom…!!! Hahahahaha!!!" Sam's face was really red, as the tickling was taking her breath away. She had also noticed everyone seemed to be watching her with an amused eye, feeling totally exposed and vulnerable in front of a large audience. "Hahahahaha!!!!!" Knowing everyone was watching her so closely now was making the naked girl's pussy tingle quite a lot too. "Ok, that's enough, Hank." Her mother finally proclaimed, and the tickling stopped. Sam was finally allowed to put the bags in the cart and catch her breath. Finally they were leaving the store, and Sam felt like she could breathe a deep sigh of relief. It seemed like the tickling of the nude girl had won everyone over to their side, as there was not one frown or shocked face towards Sam as she walked by. Instead everyone was all smiles and grins, letting the naked girl and her family know they all appreciated her nudity and her cheerful laughter. It was pretty much the same in the parking lot too, and the naked girl couldn't help feeling a lot better about her whole outlook on what it would be like being a Feminudist. Still, she just slid into the back seat of her mom’s car, letting her mom and brother take care of putting the groceries in the trunk. She let out a deep sigh and slouched over, grateful that the night and her exposure was seemingly finally over. She didn’t know it, but her brother had other plans for her that night. Once he was through helping his mom load the bags into the trunk, he snuck around to the other side of the car. Then he quickly hopped into the back seat, right beside her. “Hank, you don’t want to sit in the front?” His mom asked as she got in and buckled up. “Nah. I want to sit and talk with Sam about Feminudism some more.” He explained. “Oh, alright.” His mom gave him a bright smile when she heard that. Things were going even better than she had expected with this new philosophical ideology, thinking everything was on the up and up with her children. Hank leaned over to whisper to Sam again. “Open your legs.” “What?” She whispered back, not believing he was back on her case. She had hoped everything was over. “I want to see your pussy again.” He said, giving her a big annoying grin as far as Sam was concerned. "If you don't I'll tell mom about you touching yourself in the checkout lane." “God, fine…” Sam huffed, but complied, opening her legs to once again display her privates to him. Her brother’s annoying grin got even bigger at that. He stuck his hand back between her legs without a word, and Sam’s shocked gasp soon melted into little moans, as she knew she couldn’t resist what he was doing to her anymore. “Hey, mom, Sam’s touching herself again!” He called, really wearing an evil grin now. Sam just yelped at the accusation, not believing her brother! She was so flustered and aroused she couldn’t even make a denial to her mom, as her brother’s fingertips deliciously danced all over her slick labia and needy clit. “Sam!!” Her mom exclaimed, very shocked to hear such a thing. She tried to look back at her kids in the rear view mirror, but couldn’t get a good angle to verify what her son had claimed. She could see the look of bliss on her daughter’s face however, and the way she was wiggling around in her seat, taking that as verification enough. She thought back to what Susan Larson had explained, remembering that it was a good thing for a girl to become familiar with her own sexuality. They were someplace relatively private, so with a little bashfulness, she explained, “I suppose that’s alright, Sam. I understand that these feelings are new to you, but you should try and ask me if it’s ok to do that in front of your brother next time. Ok, sweetie?” “Ohhhh…! Ok, mom…” Sam said, not believing her mother wasn’t going to put a stop to this. At this point she couldn’t argue though. She was too far gone to feel much shame, just wanting to get off more than anything in her life. She started rocking her hips back and forth in time with her brother’s hand. She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure wash over her completely. Hank spoke up once again after another minute, unannounced. “Mom, Sam asked me if I could rub her clit for her. Is that ok too?” Sam’s eyes flew open in surprise, not believing the gall of her brother. “Ahhhh…” She just moaned, the pleasure too much to allow her to speak clearly. With her eyes back open, she did notice they had just entered their neighborhood and would soon be home. “Hank, I…” Their mom had to think for a moment about what to do, but Susan Larson had said part of Feminudism was allowing boys to learn about girls, and their bodies and how to pleasure them. She knew Hank would probably have a girlfriend one day, and getting a little practice now would put him ahead of the other boys. “Ok, Hank. You can touch her, but just be very gentle and soft when you do.” “Thanks mom!” Hank beamed her a smile, all the while not letting up on Sam’s engorged clit. Even he found it hard to believe their mom had given him such permission so quickly. They had arrived home now, and as soon as Sam’s mom put the car in park, she quickly hopped out. Deep down, she was desiring to watch just exactly what her son was doing to her daughter. So forgetting about the groceries, and other things for now, she opened the rear door of the vehicle, and just stood there, peering in at Hank playing with Sam’s aroused pussy. Sam was so engrossed in the pleasure, her eyes had stayed closed for the majority of the trip, and this was no exception. She hadn’t even noticed they were home, let alone that her own mother was watching as her brother pleasured her. Hank had given his mom a little smirk when she had opened the door, with his sister in between them, but otherwise his eyes were glued to his sister’s crotch the entire time. “Ohhhh! Oh yeah!!!” Sam was getting so close now. Every part of her naked body felt on fire as she was getting her desires met. “Oh yes, Hank!! Right there!! Touch me right there!!” She pleaded, needing to cum so bad, like never before in her life. She grabbed her own breasts, pinching her rock hard nipples between her fingers. “OH PLEASE!! YES!!!” Her hips were bucking, and her legs were shaking, and now her release was imminent. “YES!! YES!! YES!! OHHHHHHHH, YEEEEESSSSS!!!” Her whole body shuddered as her entire being felt the most intense release she had ever had!! The three just stayed there in silence for a bit, trying to collect their thoughts after what had just happened. Sam was breathing hard, trying to come down from her intense experience at the hands of her brother. Hank looked up at his mom finally, noticing the look on her face. She wore the same expression of arousal he had seen from his sister since they had found her in the shoe section. She blushed, noticing her son looking at her. “We should get your sister inside, and then you can help me bring in the groceries.” She declared, trying to hold on to her authority. She was losing it though, feeling her own great arousal in her loins. “Sure mom.” Hank said. They helped Sam out of the car, and then by putting one of her arms on each of their shoulders, brought her over to the living room couch. Hank gave another little smirk to his mom, seeing the way she was staring down at his naked sister. “Mom, remember the new rules.” Her eyes went a little wide at the reminder. “You have to be naked in the house, remember. That’s how Feminudism works.” He explained. She gave him a bashful blush, but then nodded her head at him. “I know…” Her shaky hands went to her jeans, popping open the top button, and soon she was sliding them down her legs. Her heart raced, as she could feel her own son’s eyes watching her every little movement. Watching as she removed her blouse, and then her bra and panties too. Now she was naked once again, just like her daughter, but this time she felt totally different about it. “Mom, your clit is showing just like Sam’s! And you’re just as wet too!!” Her 11 year old son commented, giving her a big grin as he stared down at her privates. Then he looked up at her, staring her right in the eye. “Mom, are you feeling aroused just like Sam was?” He was unable to contain his evil smirk as he asked, “Do you want me to touch you the same way I just touched Sam?” His mom gulped. Any resistance she once had seemed to have left her behind a while ago. ***** "Oh yes!! Oh yes!! Oh yes!! Mmm!!! Yes!! So good!!” Abbie was lying on her back, in the back seat of the van, with her boyfriend’s head down in between her legs. Blake was eating her out, returning the pleasure as he had promised his girlfriend earlier when she had given him a blowjob. "Oh god, Blake!!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Yeeeessss!!!! Ohh, Blakeeeeeeee!!!!!" She squealed!! After only a few minutes, he had her cumming for him, rapidly flicking his tongue up and down on her sensitive little clit. Everything he had been taught by her younger sister had worked beautifully on Abbie. He would have to remember to give young Madeline a thank you for her excellent advice next time he saw her. Abbie finally had to push him away when the pleasure got to be too much for her. "Oh, Blake, thank you…!" She panted, pulling him closer to give him a large kiss. She smacked her lips a couple times. "I can taste myself on you!" She said with a blushing giggle. "I think you taste pretty good. Don't you?" Blake asked with a chuckle. Abbie just shook her head incredulously, but smiled all the same. Suddenly the door slid open. "Oh! Hi!" Jenny said, a little startled to find someone else inside. Abbie's eyes went wide, feeling like they were caught in the act, even if they had finished a few moments before. She was glad Blake was no longer exposed. She was still lying on the back seat, with her legs wide open, and Blake was down on the floor of the van in front of her. For the first time in a while she felt a need to cover her nakedness, but was able to resist herself. "Hey." She gave Jenny a sheepish grin back, along with Matt who stood behind her trying to peer in over the blonde’s shoulder. "Uhhhh… your mom said you're supposed to ride with her." Jenny explained, wondering if they were waiting for a ride home. Then she got a whiff of the air, and knew what the two had really been up to in there. “Oh, thanks.” Abbie gave her a squinting grin, sitting up. Soon both she and Blake were getting out of the van. “Did you guys have a good night?” She asked Jenny and Matt. “Oh yeah, totally. Your mom and Matt’s mom’s ideas are really innovative. I’m still a little shy about being in public naked though, to tell you the truth.” she said, with a cute little blush on her cheeks. “Sweetie, I told you, you have nothing to be shy about.” Matt said, taking her hand, and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You look wonderful.” “So you’ve never been naked in public before?” Abbie asked the girl. “I’ve been running around naked practically everywhere.” “Literally sometimes.” Blake laughed. Abbie rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. “What? It’s true. You come jogging naked with me every morning. Not to mention track practice.” “Track practice too? Naked in math class? How did you ever pull all of that off?” Matt asked, very impressed with the girl. “Oh, well, my mom explained I was a nudist to Principal Bruster, and she seemed to be fine with it.” Abbie explained as her cheeks went rosy. It was still somewhat of a mystery to her why everyone always praised her about her nudity. “She had my mom sign a permission form, and now I can attend any school activity nude. Any outside of normal school hours that is.” She corrected herself. “But still, Matt says you’re naked in math class. That’s during school hours,” said Jenny. “Yeah, that’s right. Mr. Rusconi and Principal Bruster gave me permission to try it out, as sort of a trial run. Principal Bruster wants to get me permission from the school board to go naked at school full time.” “Naked at school!!” Jenny’s eyes went wide at the thought. “I’d rather be caught dead than end up naked at school!” She said, with a bit of worry. Matt grinning at his girlfriend. “One day, Jenny. One day, maybe it’ll be you walking the halls of our school naked, instead of only Abbie.” He couldn’t resist teasing her. Jenny just pouted for a while, as both Abbie and Blake let out a little giggle at her. “That’s not even the most interesting place I’ve been naked.” Abbie explained. “One time I was naked at the mall. For three whole hours!” She added, really trying to impress them now. “At the mall!!!” Jenny gave a sly, wide eyed smirk to Matt. “For three hours!?!” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing from the girl. Matt was just totally impressed with Abbie, and amused at his girlfriend’s reaction. “Yup. Three full hours at the mall, totally naked.” Abbie blew on her fingernails a couple times, and then rubbed them on her chest like she was cleaning them. Blake let out a laugh at that. “Why, where’s the most impressive place you’ve been naked?” She asked Jenny with a bit of a smirk. “Besides tonight, the only place I’ve been naked outside of our houses is in the backyard!” “What about that time in the study room at school?” Matt asked, really loving the way Jenny started to squirm at his words. “MATT!!” She complained. Matt turned to the others. “Sorry, that was meant to be a secret.” He winked and chuckled. Abbie and Blake just laughed along. “Aww, don’t pout.” He said, seeing the look his girlfriend was giving him. “You know I’m just teasing you.” He put his arm around her. Jenny leaned into him, and whispered through gritted teeth, “I know, and you’re doing such a good job of it too.” She looked over at Abbie and Blake. “Would you two mind giving us some alone time in the van?” “Oh. Sure.” Abbie said with a knowing smirk, not even having to guess why the couple was asking for some alone time. At that she and Blake headed for the restaurant. “Blake?” Abbie grabbed his arm, stopping him before he could head inside. “Yeah, honey?” “Honey…” Abbie gushed with a big smile. “You’ve never called me that before.” “Well I should do it more often.” He said with his own smile. “You really seem to like it.” “There’s a reason I stopped you. I wanted to ask you something.” She said, pursing her lips in thought. “Ok, shoot.” He said, with a little shrug. “This is going to sound completely crazy,” She got a little closer so she could speak quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear what she was saying. “But did you notice that I came at the same time you did?” He furrowed his brow at her. “No. What do you mean?” Abbie didn’t want to come across as nuts, but she felt like she couldn’t let it go. “When I was, well, blowing you, it felt like… I don’t know…? Like I could feel everything I was doing to you.” “Huh? What do you mean? Feel it how?” “It was like I could feel everything I was doing to you down there. Down here.” She pointed to his crotch and then her bare pussy. “I know that sounds crazy, but it’s the god's honest truth. Blake, I swear.” “Actually, I think I might have read something about that before.” He stepped forward, placing his hand on her shoulder. She looked a little frazzled after her admission, so he wanted to calm her down. “Sometimes when two people have such a close connection, such as you and me, they can perceive what the other person is feeling. Usually it’s pain, but apparently for you it's pleasure.” “Wow, really?” Abbie said, almost excited. That certainly didn’t sound like a bad thing to her. “Yeah. It’s all psychological though. It’s in your head. But the mind is a powerful thing, and it can make you think you are feeling something even when you are not.” “Well, it was like nothing I had ever felt before! But you’ve made me feel a whole lot better, and no longer like I’m crazy. Thanks, Blake! Honey!!” She quickly added, grabbing him in a big hug, and laying a few quick kisses on him. “Happy to help.” He grinned, taking her hand to lead her into the restaurant. Abbie was in a really good mood now, until she came face to face with Heather once again as they came through the door. "Heather…" She was still feeling angry at the girl, but then she thought, it was no good to hold onto such anger like this. She didn't have to like the girl, but she would be around her plenty, being in love with her brother. It would be no good to hold onto a grudge and better to try and get along with her. "Abbie… Blake…" Heather said cautiously. She saw the look of hurt in the girl's eyes, and the hesitation in her brother as well. "I need to apologize to both of you again. I really hope you were able to work this out between you. I never meant to hurt either of you." She explained, getting tears in her eyes. "We did work it out, Heather." Blake started to explain. Abbie nodded to the blonde girl, confirming what Blake had just said. "I don't think I can forgive you yet, but I won't hold it against you." "Thank you Abbie." Heather said, a few tears falling from her eyes. "I need to tell you both something else. You might both get really mad at me again for this." "What is it?" Now Blake was feeling concerned. He had never seen a look of worry from his big sister like this before as far as he could remember. "Just tell us." Abbie said, still feeling impatient with the girl. "Ok…" She got closer so no one would hear what she was about to say but them. "Don't panic. Tanya and I have already come up with a solution for this. But Blake…" She found it difficult to continue, and choked on her words a little. "Yeah?" He asked, really feeling worried now. "We, uh… We didn't use protection… When we…" She hung her head shamefully, unable to look at them. Abbie's jaw fell open. "You didn't use…!!!" She shouted, but stopped herself, knowing how much trouble would come down upon Heather and more importantly her boyfriend if she were to reveal the matter to the parents across the way. "How are you going to fix this?" She demanded to know. "Tanya is going to take me to the drug store, once she is done with work." She bit her lip, looking at the two very nervously for what she was about to ask. "I was hoping, well wondering… Well, hoping, maybe you could come with me Blake?" A few more tears escaped her eyes. Despite anything he might have felt against his sister in the past, Blake couldn't stand seeing her this way. So upset and distressed. "Yeah. I'll come with you." He offered. "I will too." Abbie added, finally seeing the worry evident in Heather. "What affects Blake affects me too." "Thanks… Both of you." Heather tried to give them a smile, but she could still hardly hold back her tears. It took Tanya another few minutes to arrive. In the meantime Abbie, Blake and Heather explained their plans to get a ride home with the girl to their moms. "Alright. You kids have a good time." Abbie's mom said, kissing her daughter. "Remember, be home by 9:30. Tomorrow is Friday, but it is also a school day, so you need your rest." "Everything she said." Blake and Heather's mom laughed, giving them both a hug and a kiss. Heather was able to keep her emotions in check enough to not let her mom get suspicious. After that the four teens were headed out the door, and to Tanya's car. With the parking lot almost empty, the girls weren't even worried about their nakedness as they went. It was totally dark now too, the only lights being the ones overhead to illuminate the way. Abbie and Blake took the back, while Heather sat in front, along with Tanya who was driving as it was her car. The teens hadn't said much to each other, and there was a bit of a somber mood in the air for what they were about to do. As they entered the main road, Abbie finally thought to comment, "You didn't want to get dressed before we left, Tanya?" "Huh? Oh no. Not really. I didn't think I should. You guys didn't get dressed." She said, keeping her eyes on the road. "I didn't bring any clothes with me." Abbie explained, pursing her lips. "My mom didn't let me bring any either." Heather added. "So what's the big deal then? I thought this whole Feminudist thing was about supporting each other." Tanya asked. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks Tanya." Abbie said, putting her hand on the older girl's shoulder for a moment. They pulled into the lot of the small drug store, and Tanya found a parking spot a little further from the doors than she normally would, along the side of the building and out of the bright lights. The three girls were naked after all, and the 16 year old felt a little nervous about that, even if she was trying to hide it from the others. She felt a bit of regret about leaving her clothes behind in her work locker now. She looked to the back seat, realizing a way to stay unseen. "Blake, you can go get the pill for your sister, right?" "Oh, yeah. Sure. Just, uh, what exactly am I getting?" He asked. "It's called Plan B. Just go up to the pharmacy and ask for it. It costs about $50." "Oh, umm. I don't have that kind of money." He said, giving an apologetic shrug to her. Tanya glanced over at Heather. "Don't look at me. Do I look like I have any money? Where would I even keep it?" Tanya sighed, pulling some cash from her purse. "Here." She handed him the money. Then with a sharp look to Heather she said, "You owe me girl. Big time." “Yeah. I know…” Heather told her, with a very apologetic look. Blake headed in, and only a short time later, he was headed back to the car. The girls were all relieved that things had seemed to go without a hitch, but as Blake came closer, they could see the look of frustration on his face. He knocked on Tanya’s window, and she rolled it down so they could hear him. “The guy said I need to be 16 to buy it. And I need a photo ID too.” Tanya gave a troubled look towards Heather. “Does it look like I brought my ID?” She just complained, distraught. “Please, you have to do this…” She begged, folding her hands together and holding them up to the girl. “You think I'm going inside like this!?!” Tanya’s eyes went wide. “I ain’t doing that!!” “Why didn’t you bring your clothes?” Heather whined. “Because!” “Can we get your clothes from Burger Mountain?” Blake suggested. “No, they’ve closed by now. I don’t have a key, or the alarm code.” Tanya explained to him. “How long ago was it that you…?” She asked the blonde girl in the passenger seat. “Since we…” Heather blushed, automatically giving her brother a look, before she realized what that might reveal. She quickly looked away, saying, “It was this morning before school. 15 or 16 hours I guess?” “This pill is only effective for up to 24 hours. We should get it now. We don’t really have time to wait, and we might not get another chance.” said Tanya. “Fine. Then we’ll all go!” Abbie said, getting frustrated with the other girls now. “Come on!” With her declaration, she and the other girls started getting out of the car. “Well, well, well. Heather! What a nice surprise!” “Tony!?!” Heather exclaimed with great annoyance, as suddenly Tony and his two cohorts appeared from out of the darkness. Tony gave the girl a wide smirk as he grabbed her by the shoulders. “How 'bout a little kiss!” “Let me go!” Heather complained. “Have you been drinking!?” She added, getting a whiff of his bad breath as he got close to her. “Not ‘til I get a kiss!” He said, trying to force himself on her. “Hey! Let my sister go!” Blake said, grabbing him by the forearm. Tony turned to him with a cocky, incredulous smirk, and then shoved the younger boy down to the ground, hard. Blake made a loud thud as he hit the pavement. “Blake!!” Abbie yelled with worry, rushing over to check if he was alright, crouching at his side. Blake moaned a little in pain, feeling like he couldn’t move. “Alright, enough Tony!!” Tanya stepped in between him and Heather. Tony’s friend, Jeremy grabbed her, pulling her out of the way. “Come here, sweet cheeks! Let Tony and Heather have their fun. Then it can be our turn.” “Let me go!” Tanya tried struggling, but the boy was holding her in a bear hug, and she couldn’t get free. With Blake and Tanya out of the way, Tony set his sights on Heather once again. “Now you’re either going to give me that kiss, or you’re going to give me something else I want. What’s it gonna be?” He was slurring his words as he spoke. “Don’t touch me!” Heather exclaimed in panic, slowly backing away from him. She only made a few steps before she was backed up against Tanya’s car and left with nowhere to go. “No! Let me go!” She complained as Tony grabbed both her wrists, pulling them up above her head. He stepped forward, pressing his body forcefully up against hers, trapping her between him and the car. “Tony…” Frank whispered. "Maybe this…" “Not now, numb nuts! Can’t you see I’m busy?” He gave Heather a devilish grin as he said, “I think It’s time we finally had sex like you promised me. Don’t you think?” “Tony, this is too far…” Frank said a little louder, trying to grab his shoulder. Tony pushed his hand away, turning back to him with an annoyed look. “Just go wait in the car if you’re gonna be a cock blocker!!” He turned back to Heather, burying his face in her neck and chest. Heather tried her best to break free, but his grip was just too strong. “Please…! Please help me, Frankie…!” Heather looked at him in desperation, with tears streaming down her face. “Tony!” Tony turned back to Frank, very annoyed. “I said get out of here!” He started pushing him in the chest over and over. “Oh, what are you gonna do?!” His shoves were hardly moving the larger boy, but he continued to push him. “Get out of here asshole, before I kick your ass!!” At that the larger boy turned with his tail tucked between his legs. “No, Frankie!! Please!!” Heather begged, as Tony turned his attention back to her. Tony started undoing his fly, but was interrupted by a loud shout, and a hand spinning him around, “TONY!!” “What!?” He turned back, only to receive Frank’s fist right in his face!! Right across his jaw to be exact! He collapsed down to the ground, out like a light! “I believe the lady told you to leave her alone!!” He took many heavy breaths, still high from the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He turned to Heather, holding his hand out for her. “Are you ok?” “Yes!” Heather said, rushing forward to grab the larger boy in a hug, and weeping into his chest, and just trembling as she held him. Jeremy suddenly felt Tanya’s foot stomping down on his. “OW!!” “You better get out of here, jackass! And take the other jackass with you!” Tanya scolded him. “He’s probably got a concussion, so you best get him some help for that! Now get the hell out of here!!!” Jeremy just grabbed Tony, who was starting to come to, and then the two boys scurried their way out of there and back into the darkness. “How is he?” Tanya asked Abbie, who was still down on the ground next to Blake. “I’m alright.” Blake answered, holding his lower back and the back of his head. “I’ll probably get a big bruise on my butt but otherwise I think I’ll be ok.” He chuckled a little. “Thank you Frankie.” Heather looked up at him, and then planted a long kiss on his cheek. The boy could only blush in response to that. “Oh, uh, yeah. You’re welcome…” After that, Frankie offered to escort the girls and Blake into the store. Tanya headed for the pharmacy, while Abbie and Blake went to get an ice pack for any injuries he might have suffered. That left Heather and the larger boy a chance to better get to know each other. “Thanks again, Frankie.” Heather told him, as the two stood in the snack aisle, perusing what was available. “Why do you always call me that?” He asked with a chuckle. Heather shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. You just seem more like a Frankie than a Frank to me.” She smiled at him, before turning back to the shelf. Then without warning she bent over to grab a bag of chips closer to the floor, giving the boy a clear view of everything in between her legs as she bent over. It wasn’t until she spotted his shocked face between her slightly parted legs that she realized what she had done. She straightened up with a snap, and looked back over her shoulder with wide eyes at him. “Were you looking at my…!?!” “I… Um… Uh…” Frank’s face turned really red now, but he hadn’t been trying to look at her privates so intently. They had just ended up in his line of sight so suddenly. “You just… You bent over and I…” Heather’s outrage softened as she noticed the look on his face, and she couldn’t help letting out a small giggle. “Don’t worry… It’s ok…” She said, smiling at him with her own blush. "I suppose it was kinda my own fault." "Haha, yeah! I mean you just bent over and it was just right there in front of me! Right in my face!" He laughed nervously. "How could I not look? I mean, not that I wouldn't want to look if you were ok with that. It's very pretty… I just…" he stammered, thinking he had just made things worse. "Ohhhhh, thank you." Heather said, almost under her breath, now really getting red. "I'm glad you enjoyed…" "I'm sorry… that didn't come out right…" He tried to apologize to her. "It's ok…" she interrupted him. "Just one of those things I'll have to get used to, being naked…" “Can I ask why… Why are you naked so often? Not that I’m complaining. I think you look really good like this. It's just most girls…” He added, before realizing he was putting his foot in his mouth once again. "Thanks!" Heather said, unable to stop herself from laughing, and soon he had joined in; both teens were laughing uproariously, and the tension between them was finally broken. "The reason I'm naked is a long story to be honest.” She explained once she got her laughing under control. “Well, I’d love to hear all about it if you have the time.” Frankie said, giving her a warm smile in return. At the other end of the store, Abbie was attending to Blake. “How you feeling, really?” She asked, placing an ice pack on his back. He winced a little at the cold. “I’m ok.” “You’re not just trying to be brave and macho, right?” He chuckled a little. “No, really. I’m fine.” He smiled at her. “Though it’s nice to have you taking care of me like this. Maybe I should lie and say it's worse.” He grinned at her. Abbie just giggled, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Abbie! Hi!” Abbie looked up to see her principal, along with Ms. Honey standing in front of them. “I see you're still sticking to your convictions of being a nudist.” “Hi, Ms. Bruster. Hi, Ms. Honey. What are you doing here?” asked Abbie. The women had to chuckle at that. “Just getting a few toiletries. We do have lives outside of school you know.” Abbie blushed a little at that, and giggled. “Right. Sorry.” “And what brings you here?” Ms. Honey asked. “We came to get some snacks and stuff.” explained Abbie. “But Blake slipped and fell in the parking lot, and hurt his back a little.” She figured it was best to leave out the altercation with Tony. “So I guess we’re getting an ice pack too.” “Ohh, Blake let me take a look at that.” Ms. Honey offered. Blake stood up, pulling his shirt up to let the woman look. “Doesn’t look too bad. Just some bruising. Try to take it easy for a while, Blake. How did you slip?” “Oh, um, there was some gravel in the parking lot.” Blake lied. “I, uh, tried to run inside, and slipped and fell flat on my back.” “Well, be more careful.” Principal Bruster implored. “We need all our students in good health.” She laughed. “Speaking of health, are you ready for tomorrow?” Ms. Honey asked Abbie. “Oh, yes miss. I’m a little nervous about it, but looking forward to it too.” Abbie explained. Ms. Honey smiled. “No need to be nervous, Abbie. You won’t be the only girl on stage. There will be a total of eight girls and women involved in the class.” “Wow, really?” “Yes. For my class to be as educational as possible, I had to get a wide age range of girls and women to participate as models.” “Hey, I got it!” Tanya said with a wide grin, coming up to Abbie and Blake, holding a small paper bag in her hand up towards them. “Oh, hey Ms. Honey!” She said, recognizing her old teacher from a few years before, quickly hiding the bag behind her back before the adults could see what she had. “Wait, don’t tell me…” The teacher said, giving her a squirting grin. “Tanya?” “Yup! Got it in one!” The girl said, giving her former teacher a quick hug. “You must be with Abbie, since you’re naked too.” She deduced. “How long have you been a nudist?” “Oh, I’m not even sure I’d be considered a nudist.” Tanya explained. “But Abbie’s mom just had this big meeting about a thing called Feminudism, and so I decided to join her in being nude tonight.” “How interesting.” Ms. Bruster said with a sly smirk. “I must hear all about this. Tell me, what is Feminudism?” So Abbie and Tanya did their best to explain everything they had heard at the meeting to the woman, who just listened on closely. “That is very interesting!” She commented, when the girls had finished their explanation. “Well we really got to get going.” Tanya said, noticing the time. “Yes. It is a school night.” The principal agreed, seeing what time it was herself. She turned to Ms. Honey and said, “Shall we get going?” “Wait, do you two live together?” Blake asked, with a bit of curiosity. “Yes. Ms. Honey and I have been best friends since high school. We both decided to become teachers together, and even went to the same college.” Principal Bruster explained. “I just ended up in an administrative role. I used to be a science teacher, you know.” “Wow, that’s so cool!” Abbie told them with a big smile. “Alright. You girls have a good night.” Ms. Bruster said, bidding them farewell. “Yes. See you at school tomorrow, Abbie.” Ms. Honey added, as the two women took their leave. “Did you get it?” Heather asked, as Tanya, Abbie, and Blake met up with her and Frankie. “Right here.” Tanya gave her a small smile, holding up the bag again. After Frankie paid for their other things, a few snacks and some drinks, all 5 teens headed to Tanya’s car once again. With Tony gone and out of his life, Frankie needed a ride home. Blake ended up taking the passenger seat because of his sore back, while Abbie, Heather and Frankie squeezed into the rear, Heather in the middle. Frankie couldn’t help blushing, being pressed right up against the beautiful blonde naked girl, and unsure where he should put his closest arm. Heather also blushed at him, but then took his hand, holding it with both of her own in her lap the entire way. She was tempted to allow his hand to explore other regions of her body, but decided against it as she still wanted to get to know him better. Plus they weren't alone. Frankie ended up being the first dropped off. “Thanks for the ride.” He said, nodding to both Tanya and Heather. “Thank you, Frankie. If you wouldn’t have…” Heather said, getting teary eyed again. “You’re welcome, Heather.” He said, turning like he was about to go, but he had another thought. “Heather?” “Yeah, Frankie?” “I was wondering… Would you like to accompany me to the movies or for dinner some time?” “Oh, uh… Yes, Frankie!” Neither one could hide their grin at that. “See you at school tomorrow.” She blew him a little kiss as Tanya put the car in drive, and they headed off into the night.

Tomboy bySlickman© Tomboy Ch. 01 Note from Slickman: This will be a slow moving story so if you want instant sex go elsewhere. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. Tom's life was thrown into frenzy when he found out he would have to move to another town during the middle of his senior year in high school. His father had lost his job and the family couldn't afford for him to stay behind. Not only did he have to move and leave his girlfriend Tracy but they were moving to a big city away from the small town of Clarkton. He had a rough time just before the Christmas break when he had to say goodbye to his basketball teammates and his friends. He promised Tracy he would call every night as she cried on the sidewalk in front of the moving van. He told her it would only be six months and they could get back together again at a college near Clarkton where he had hoped to get a basketball scholarship. . The family had to stay at his grandparent's home until his father found a new job. The house was a lot older and the only room available for him was in the finished basement. He was happy down there because he had some privacy, his own bathroom and his own TV. He figured he would just spend the next six months in seclusion. "Why don't you go down to the park at the end of the street?" His grandmother said on a Saturday morning before the New Year rang in. "I see kids your age playing basketball and I hear you are pretty good." "Na, I'll just watch TV." He said feeling sorry for himself. But she would not have it. "Out, get out of my house." She picked up a towel and waved it at him. Tom laughed as he ran from the house. He moved slowly down the urban street noticing the neighborhood was clean and the folks seemed friendly enough. He had over a week before he had to start at the local high school. Maybe if he made a few friends it would be easier on him he thought. When he turned the corner he heard the sound of someone dribbling a basketball and saw a guy shooting by himself. Not being that shy Tom opened the swinging gate to the fenced in court and stood watching the guy shoot. After draining about six long shots in a row the kid turned and tossed him the ball. "Let's see what you got." Tom looked at the guy and noticed he was wearing long basketball shorts and a baggy sweatshirt. He was around 5 foot 10 inches and seemed to be pretty slim under the loose clothing. Tom hadn't practiced in almost three weeks and was a little rusty as the first shot was an air ball. The kid laughed and tossed it back to him. Tom took a few dribbled to get the feel of the ball and faded back when he shot his next one. This time the ball swished through the chains that substituted as a net. The kid didn't say anything as Tom swished his next four shots. "My name is Billie," the kid said as he dribbled out to the corner and turned to make another long shot. "Tom." "You ah...visiting?" "No I just moved in with my Grandparents." Tom grabbed the ball and dribbled a few times between his legs and whipped the ball back to Billie. "Which school you going to?" "Central Catholic." "The team could use you." Billie laughed. "Our team sucks." "I'm a senior so they might not take me since the season started already," he said as he did a cross over dribble and scooped up the ball into the basket with his left hand. "Nice," the other kid said. "Yo, Billie what's up?" A voice rang out from behind them. Tom turned and saw two more kids walking up. "This is Tom." Billie said. "He just moved in." Tom held out his hand to shake. "John," the tall kid announced. Tom reached to shake the other kid's hand but he turned and grabbed the ball. "That's Joe," Billie said. "Must be a bad day." After the four shot around for about ten minutes Billie asked if they wanted to play some two on two. They all agreed and Billie and Tom played John and Joe. Billie matched up with John that therefore left Tom and Joe playing each other. Before the other team knew what hit them Tom popped in two long shots over Joe's out-reached arm. "2 zip." Billie laughed. Since it was winners out Tom once again had the ball with Joe playing him closer. He faked a jump shot and flew around him to easily lay it in. "3 zip." Billie said rubbing it in. Tom turned to see Joe totally pissed. Tom tossed him the ball to check and was surprised when the kid flung it back at him. Tom passed to Billie this time to allow Joe to cool down somewhat but Billie was trapped in the corner and had to toss it back to Tom. Again he faked a jump shot and dribbled around Joe. He left his feet to lay it in again and felt Joe's hand smack him across the arm and head. Luckily he was able to grab the post holding up the goal before he crashed to the ground. He turned angrily and stopped. He didn't need to mix it up with someone on the first day at the park. "Foul," he announced as he held out his hands for Joe to throw him the ball to take out. Joe laughed. "The little pussy was fouled. I guess he doesn't know the playground rules." Tom looked at Billie and John who were trying not to laugh. He bit his tongue and decided to go with the flow. If hard fouls are acceptable then he could do his share as well. Joe moved to take the ball out of bounds and Tom moved to guard him. John was a pretty good player and faked Billie to the left as he drove to the right. He laid the ball in. Thirty-one." Joe said smiling. Tom knew he meant 3 to 1. Joe now had the ball and dribbled right with Tom guarding him closely. The boy flew to the right and suddenly pushed Tom away as he faded back for a jump shot. They all turned to see the ball swish through the chains. "Thirty-two," the boy grinned. Tom realized quickly that urban street basketball was different than the park in Clarkton. If they could be physical then so could he. Joe again took the ball at the top of the key and moved to the left this time. He tossed John the ball as he cut across the middle and laid it up over Billie. "Thirty-three." Joe laughed. Joe checked the ball with Tom again. "Welcome to the city country boy," he said as he backed Tom up with his hips. As Tom lunged to steal the ball Joe turned the other way and banked the ball off the backboard. "Forty-three. Five wins it." Steam was coming from Tom's ears now as Joe once again took the ball at the top of the key and faked to his left. Tom pretended to go left but quickly moved back to the right. Joe wasn't expecting his hand to tap the ball away. Tom picked it up and smiled at the startled kid. Before Joe could react Tom's feet left the asphalt and his jump shot banked in the hoop. "I believe it is now Forty-four." Tom laughed. Billie was open for a shot as Tom dribbled to his right so he tossed a bounce pass in his direction. Billie grabbed the ball and started for the basket and almost made it until Joe double teamed him and stole the ball. Tom quickly jumped in front of Joe and held his arms outward to prevent him from driving around him. Billie moved left and right trying to find an opening but didn't see any. Tom was ready this time for Joe's hand to push him away. As Joe reached out to push off with his hand Tom did the same. His hand pushed against Joe's chest first and he suddenly froze. It was enough for Joe to move around him and make the lay up. "WE WIN!" Joe yelled as he moved over to high five John. "What the fuck happened?" Billie asked Tom as they watched Joe and John celebrate. "He...he.........has....breasts." Tom stuttered. Billie broke down laughing. "Oh fuck I thought you knew Jo is a girl." "I better be going." Tom said still shocked that a girl had beaten his ass in basketball. He waved to John and Jo and headed off the court. As he opened the gate he heard footsteps and turned around to see Jo smiling at him. "If you ever grab my tit again I'll kick you in the nuts," she grinned. "I...didn't know," he said still shocked. "I'm sorry." Jo winked at him. "Will we see you tomorrow?" "Yeah, I'll be back," he said as he moved away. He turned and saw her blue eyes looking at his ass. As he turned the corner he glanced back and saw the three of them laughing as they headed down the street the other way. ***** "So how was it?" Tom's grandmother asked when he came through the kitchen door. "Different," he replied. "Very different." Tom moved down to the basement and picked up the phone to call Tracy. He was not going to tell her he had touched another girl's breast. His fingers tingled as they remembered the soft feel. "I know I miss you too," he said. Their relationship had reached a point where they had touched and kissed each other but had not gone all the way. They were both virgins. "A dance? This Saturday night?" Tom repeated. "I'm sorry Tracy I can't make it back this soon." It was a three hour drive to Clarkton. "Yes you go but don't be messing around with anyone." Tom hung up the phone later and sighed. Life sucked. ***** Jo waved goodbye to Billie and John as she entered her two-story home. "Josephine is that you?" Her mother yelled from the kitchen. "Mom, I told you to call me Jo," the girl said as she moved into the kitchen and sat next to her twin sister Karen. "Out with the boys?" Karen smirked as she painted her fingernails. Jo glanced at the perfect hair and makeup on her twin. They might be identical sisters in appearance but definitely not in life. As rough and tough Jo was Karen was equally feminine in her ways. "Yeah so what?" Jo snapped back. "A new boy moved in the hood." "Is he cute?" Karen asked sitting up straight. "How would I know?" Jo laughed. "Oh yes, you don't like boys do you?" Karen quipped. "Maybe the rumors are true about you liking girls." "Fuck you." Jo said. "Stop it right now," their mother said. "Can't you two get alone at least one day a year?" "Yes if you tell her to shut up," Jo said as she stood and left the room. Jo was lying on her bed tossing the basketball up in the air when Karen knocked. "Come in," she said. "I'm sorry about the lesbian remark," her sister said as she came in to sit next to Jo on the bed. "I was just kidding." "Whatever." Jo said showing no interest. "So tell me about this new boy." "God I don't know. He shoots a great jump shot and has good hands." "Good hands huh?" Karen giggled. "Is sex all you think about?" Jo asked. "Well I'm tired of being the only virgin in.......," she stopped. "I mean except for you the only virgin in our class." "I'm sure I can talk John or Billie to fuck you if you want." Jo laughed. "God, you are so gross sometimes," her sister said. "Is he coming back to play tomorrow?" "Who knows," Jo said lying. Karen stood and walked from Jo's room. It was later than evening when Jo walked from the shower that Karen came bursting into the bathroom that they shared. "Don't you ever knock?" Jo said as she quickly wrapped the large towel around her naked body. "You know you have a nicer body than me. You should show it sometime." Karen said as she looked at her sister's full breasts pushing out the towel and the cute ass cheeks exposed under the terrycloth. "I'm not a slut like you," Jo said as she grabbed Karen and led her out the door. Jo smiled as she looked at her body in the full length mirror behind the door. She pulled the towel away and saw the hard nipples pushing upward. She had tried to forget the new boy's face and his ass but couldn't. Her heart felt funny and the tingling between her legs had not gone away. For the first time in her life Jo felt real sexual desire. That night was the first time she had ever gone to bed in the nude and the first time in a long time that she had masturbated. The important thing was that it was the first time she had really climaxed. ***** "See you later Gram!" Tom yelled as he ran out the front door. It was about the same time that he had played basketball the previous day and he wanted to get there early to practice some. He heard the basketball being dribbled and the metal backboard sound when the ball bounced off. He turned the corner and saw one of the guys shooting. When he got closer he realized it was the girl Jo. "Hi," Tom said as he walked cautiously onto the court. He didn't want her to smack him with the ball or kick him in the nuts like she had warned. "Hi," Jo said with a smile. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I guess I was a little rough on ya." "Na that's OK," he said as he caught the basketball she tossed him, "I guess I was a pussy when we played." Jo laughed. "John and Billie can't make it so I guess we can just shot around some." "That's cool." Tom said smiling. The tough girl wasn't so tough after all. "You know you are pretty good," he said as she swished two consecutive shots from the corner. "You must be on the team." "Yeah I play," Jo replied. She didn't want to be the one to tell him she was first team all state last year as a junior and had the top schools recruiting her. "You're a shoe in to make the boy's team." "I hope I'm eligible." "You are." Someone said from behind the fence. Tom turned and saw a priest standing there. "Hi Father Tim." Jo said as she ran over to open the gate to the court. Tom dribbled the ball over to him. "So this is the one I've been hearing about?" The priest said looking at him. "Hearing about?" Tom asked. "First I get this call from a coach in Clarkton about this kid who can shoot the eyes out and then I get phone calls from others who told me to come to the park today." Father Tim said. "I haven't seen you miss yet." "Lucky I guess," Tom said blushing. "Well I'm also the basketball coach at the school and yes you are eligible if you want to come out for the team." "That would be great." Tom said smiling. "The first practice after the holidays is next Monday after school. Bring your stuff in early and I'll give you a locker in the team locker room." Father Tim said before he turned and left. "I guess you are on the team," Jo said as she smacked him in his ass as she ran to pick up the basketball. "Hey watch it!" Tom laughed. For the next five minutes they took turns trying to make the most foul shots before they missed. Jo had hit fifteen in a row and Tom had twelve and was still shooting. As Tom was shooting his thirteenth shot he glanced over at Jo who was pulling the baggy sweatshirt over her short blonde hair. He froze when her tee shirt underneath pulled out of her shorts showing him her muscular abs. Jo realized he was starring at her upper body and quickly pulled down her shirt which now showed her ample breasts. "Don't get any ideas," she giggled. She was glad John and Billie had not showed up today because she didn't like showing them her feminine attributes. "Don't worry I don't want to be kicked in the nuts," he laughed as he stroked the thirteenth foul shot through the hoop. "I think I'm going to beat you," Tom announced when his fourteenth shot swished through. As he aimed for the shot to tie her he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. It almost made him miss the shot which bounced around on the rim before it fell through. He turned and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen before. "Hi," Karen said smiling at him. He was even cuter than she had imagined or even hoped for. "I'm Jo's sister Karen." Jo saw it in his eyes the moment he looked at her sister. She had seen it before in the boy's eyes when Karen made her grand entrance. Today she had pulled out all stops and was wearing a halter blouse and a very short denim skirt. Her raised heels made her legs look even longer and sexier. "Hi I'm Tom," he said smiling. He looked at Jo. "Are you two....twins?" "It's hard to believe isn't it?" Karen said smiling. "Yeah she's a stuck up bitch," Jo said as she hooked the ball fifteen feet into the hoop. "Now-now sis be nice," Karen added. "I hope to see you in school." "Yeah me too," he said realizing the smile had not left his face. "If you are not doing anything later would you like to stop by my house? We can listen to some music or something?" Karen asked. "Listen to some music or something...La de da." Jo laughed as she repeated the words in her sister's voice. Tom laughed. "Sure I would like that." "Come over at seven. It's the next street over number 82." Karen said smiling. "You are going out with the gang tonight right?" She directed to Jo. Jo realized her sister had moved right in and had made claim to the new boy. Tonight the guys liked to meet at Billie's house to play video games. "Maybe." She answered. Karen and Jo gave each other hard stares until Karen broke eye contact and backed off. "I'll see you at seven Tom." She turned and made sure she gave her best ass wiggle as she strolled down the street. "I'll see you at seven Tom." Jo repeated as she copied Karen's wiggle. Tom broke down laughing and admiring Jo's nice butt shaking in the basketball shorts. "I would have never guessed that she was your sister," he said as they sat on the bottom seat of a wooden bleacher near the sideline. "I guess you have a girl friend back in Podunk right?" Jo said as she dribbled the ball while she sat. "Yes and no," he said. "We said we would try to wait until the summer but being this far away is tough." Tom wanted to make sure Karen knew he was available in case Jo said something later. "So you are like most guys. If something better comes along then take it right?" "That's not what I said," he laughed as he jabbed her on the shoulder. Jo suddenly pushed him back. "I didn't say it was wrong did I?" Jo laughed as she tossed the ball against his chest and caught it as it bounced back into her hands. Tom lunged to get the ball but she curled her arms and body around it. He tried to pull it away but couldn't. As his fingers moved around the ball he once again came in contact with one of her breasts. He froze waiting for her to kick him but she didn't. She acted like it was not happening so he keep grabbing for the ball and feeling her soft mound. Jo gasped when his fingers touched her breast again. She pulled the ball tighter against her which then trapped his fingers between the ball and her boob. After a few seconds she relaxed her gripped and let him take the ball. As soon as he got it she jumped on top of him until he was lying on his back on the bleacher seat. Jo's body moved over his as he held the ball above his head beyond her reach. Her whole body was now lying directly on his and that's when she felt it. His hard penis pushed against her stomach. Before Tom could respond he felt Jo jump off of him and saw her run from the court. "Jo I'm sorry!" He yelled as she ran down the street. He picked up her sweatshirt and took a deep breath. He had to get laid quickly because it didn't take much for him to get hard. ***** "God he is so cute," Karen said as Jo smashed through the front door. Jo looked at her sister and gritted her teeth in anger. "Leave me alone." "What did I do?" Karen asked as her tomboy sister ran up the stairs. Jo tried to forget about Tom as she got ready to go out to meet with the guys. She tossed on her Knicks shirt and long sweatpants and headed by her sister's room. She peeked in to see Karen standing in the sexiest set of black panties and bra she had ever seen. "I guess those are for Tom." Jo said after pushing the door open. "Yes, do you think he will like them?" Karen giggled as she turned her body to show Jo the black thong strap down between her buttocks. "You are such a slut." Jo said. "I don't think he will fall for your shit." "He doesn't have a chance. Mom and Dad will be out tonight and we will have the place to ourselves." "God!" Jo said as she slammed the door and hurried outside. She looked at her watched and saw it was 6:45PM. Jo made it half-way to Billie's house until she stopped and headed back to her house. She saw her mother and father's car drive by and when she turned the corner she saw Tom standing in her doorway. She hid behind a tree and waited for Karen to let him inside. Once he was in she moved down the small alleyway next to her house and slipped up to the small enclosed back porch. The door was eased open and Jo slipped inside the narrow hallway. She could hear voices from the small living room. "I'm glad you came." Karen said as she handed him a glass of soda. "Thanks for inviting me," he said as he watched her move over and close the curtains on the large picture window. Her skirt was so tight he could see the straps of her thong. His eyes never left her ass as she moved over to the stereo and put on a soft playing CD. Jo tiptoed down the hallway and peeked through the louvered doors at her sister now sitting next to Tom on the sofa. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" Karen asked. "Er....well..." Tom hesitated not expecting her question. He had never been with a girl before who was so forward. "Hey where is Jo tonight? "Not here. Answer my question." Tom unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt. He was feeling very hot. "Are your parent's home? "No we are all alone and nobody will be bothering us." She giggled. "So do you?" She was not letting it go. "Love at first sight?" He repeated. "No I don't think so." "Then you are wrong," she smiled and grabbed his hand in hers. She pulled it up to the middle of her breasts and held it there. 'Feel my heart beat." Tom was feeling something but it wasn't her heart. His wrist pushed into one soft breast as his fingers pushed into the other one. "Can you feel it?" "OH YES...I feel it." He said with a cough. Her hard nipple was now pressing into his wrist. "I've felt this way since I saw you today," she whispered. One hand kept his hand pressed against her chest while the other one moved up to push the dark curl back across his forehead. Tom heart raced as he thought about the chances of this girl allowing him to fuck her. He would finally lose his virginity. But at the same time she was coming on a little too strong and he was worried he would fumble around and mess things up. "We are going a little fast aren't we?" He said as he jerked his hand from her soft orbs. "When I see what I want I don't normally hold back," Karen grinned as she lowered her hand to this bare thigh just under his shorts. As her fingers slid slowly up and under the hem he grabbed her wrist. "I...a....have a girlfriend." Jo could barely see the top of her hand as it pressed to get under his shorts. She thought about going outside and coming in the front door to interrupt them but waited. She wondered if her slut sister's tactics would work on him plus if she pulled down his pants she wanted to see. "She's far away right?" Karen asked as she squeezed and released his muscular thigh. Tom's mind was doing flip flops. He wanted to let this beautiful girl touch him but at the same time was worried about having intercourse for the first time. "I...ah....don't have...you know...protection." Karen was taken back at first. "Protection?" Then it hit her that he did not have a condom. "Now it's you going a little too fast," she giggled. "I'm not that easy." "Yeah right," Jo whispered as she watched Tom release her wrist. He was going to allow her to touch him. Jo moved slowly back out of the kitchen and down the hallway. She tiptoed down to the parlor doorway and looked through the leaves of a large plant. She smiled because she could now see their entire bodies and Karen's whole hand was pushed up under his loose shorts and boxers. "Ah!" Tom moaned when her fingertips found the side of his hard-on. "Holy cow!" Karen cried out as her fingers traveled up to the tip and back down. He was at least three inches bigger than her last boyfriend. "Please take it out," Jo begged softly. Her own panties were soaked. "I've got to see this," the girl said as she pulled her fingers out and quickly released the snap on his shorts. The sound of the zipper could be heard through the whole house. Karen wasted little time as she searched through the opening of his boxers and found what she was looking for. Jo almost knocked the plant over when his long penis popped out into her sister's hand. She had seen one penis in her life and it was at a party not too long ago on a drunk 18 year-old kid who was passed out. The other guys had stripped him and covered his body with shaving cream. But, his penis was only about four inches soft. Tom's was at least twice that size and was rock hard. Tom closed his eyes and remembered the few times Tracy had jerked him off in the back seat of his father's car. But it was dark then and private. Now his prick was on display in the well lit living room of a girl he had only met today. Right then he didn't care. Jo watched knowing her sister was a virgin and probably wouldn't allow him to fuck her. She watched the girl's experienced fingers stroke up and down while at times she would play with his balls. "Don't you want to touch me too?" Karen teased as she moved closer to him. Her short skirt was so high on her thighs both Tom and Jo could see the black lace design of the silky trim. Tom's fingers quickly searched up her hot thighs and under the short skirt. His experience with Tracy allowed him to pull back on the edge of the undies and slide his finger under them until he found her warm dripping pussy lips. His fingers searched and discovered that the only pubic hair was a small puff on the top of her slit. He moved to the hard clit and rubbed. "OH!" Karen moaned loudly. She did not expect him to be so good. Her thighs opened and she grabbed the top of her panties and lifted. He moved his fingers out to allow the silky black panties to move by. She lifted her feet and tossed the panties to the side. She giggled at his face as he looked at a pussy for the first time. "You've seen one before right?" "Sure," he lied. Actually he had touched Tracy in the dark back seat but she would not allow him to see her down there. His fingers returned and explored. She was a virgin. Jo had seen enough. She moved quickly but quietly out the back door and up to the front. She made sure she made enough noise when opening the storm door and pretended to have problems putting the key into the slot. She pushed the door hard back against the stop and dropped her keys. But the time she made it to the parlor Tom and her sister were sitting about two feet apart and were staring at her. "Shit it's only Jo," Karen said. "We thought it was Mom and Dad." "Nope just me," she said smiling. "I didn't interrupt anything did I?" She noticed the large bulge in Tom's shorts. "No...," Tom answered. "Yes....," Karen said at the same time. Jo smiled and moved to the chair in front of them and just sat there. Karen gave her a mean look to get lost but Jo just smiled back. "Hey Tom would you like to see my basketball signed by Kobe Bryant?" "Really? You got Kobe's signature. Wow," he said. He watched as Jo stood and walked up the stairs to her room. He quickly jumped up and followed her. "WAIT!" Karen screamed but it was too late. She would get even she thought. Tom moved into Jo's room and relaxed. It had been fun with Karen but she had gone a little too fast and when Jo came into the front door he thought it was her parents. He took a deep breath as she reached up to get the basketball off her bookshelf. "Are you OK?" Jo asked. "You look a little flushed." "Yeah," he smiled. "Your sister moves a little faster than what I'm used to." "Don't worry you are with me now," she grinned. "I'll protect you." "Thanks," he said smiling. He had never had a close friend who was a girl before. He fell back onto her bed and tossed the ball up into the air. "Kobe fakes left and shoots! HE SCORES! Lakers win!" Tom smiled as he tossed the ball back to Jo. "You know I'm sorry about what happened on the bleachers today." Jo panicked as she remembered feeling his hard-on as she lay on top of him. "No prob. I'm cool," she said lying. Actually her body was burning up as she wanted to strip off his and her clothing and jump under the covers. "Thanks," he said smiling. "What for?" She asked. "For being the first friend I've made here." His arms reached out and pulled her body into his for a hug. Her lips lightly brushed against his neck. "I'm happy to be your friend." She whispered. "Hey thanks for stealing Tom!" Karen cried out when she push opened the door. She stopped when she saw them hugging. "God doesn't he know about your sexual preference?" Karen blurted out. Tom and Jo broke away and he looked at her. Jo wanted to tell him the truth about how much she desired him but couldn't. "I...a...." she suddenly stood and walked quickly into the bathroom. As tears came to her eyes she heard Tom tell Karen he had to leave. A few minutes later she heard the door close downstairs. About five minutes later Karen didn't know what hit her when Jo's body flew through the door and tackled her. "YOU BITCH!" Jo screamed as she grabbed a hand full of perfect blonde hair and slung the weaker sister around. Jo's body quickly jumped on top of Karen's and she pushed her sister's arms back to hold her down by her wrists. "I should kill you right now!" "WHAT IS GOING ON?" Jo heard her father's voice behind her. Before she could jump off of Karen his large hand grabbed her arm and pulled. Jo tried to get away from him but he was too strong. "She told Tom I am a lesbian!" Jo, her dad and mother all turned to look at Karen. "I didn't say actually say those words!" "She might as well have said them." Jo said crying in public for the first time. Her father let her go as she ran back to her room and slammed the door. "Now slowly please tell us what is going on," their mother said. ***** "Your Grandfather and I are going to visit Aunt Nancy tomorrow so you will have the place to yourself," his Grandmother told Tom at the dinner table. Tom's Father had found a temporary job and his mother was working at the local hospital. "OK," he said wondering if he could get Karen over to continue what they had started. As soon as his grandparents pulled away from the house the next morning Tom called Karen's house. He expected to hear Karen's voice but he heard Jo's hello instead. "Hi," Tom said. Jo recognized his voice right away. "Whaasup?" Tom didn't want to ask Jo to get Karen. "What are you doing today?" He asked instead. "Nuttin," she said. "Do you want to shoot some hoops?" "Sure," he replied. "Meet you at the court in ten?" "OK," she said before hanging up. "Who was that?" Karen asked as she walked cautiously in the kitchen expecting her tomboy sister to jump her again. "None of your fuckin' business," Jo answered without looking at her. "You like him don't you?" "NO!" Jo lied. "I just don't want a slut like you to mess him up." "Jo I'm sorry about what I said yesterday," her sister said. "I guess I was upset because you interrupted us." "I interrupted you," Jo quickly responded. "Just leave him alone." Jo turned and walked away. "I can't," Karen whispered as she remembered his long shaft in her tiny hand. "I can't." When Jo arrived at the court Tom was already there and was talking to some kids on the bleachers. She recognized her girlfriend and teammate Tina and Billie sitting there. "Yo, my best girl Tina," Jo said as she slapped the other girl's hand. She just pointed at Billie who pointed back. Tom and Billie took the basketball and moved over to one of the hoops to shoot. "Damn woman why didn't you call me?" Tina said as she watched Tom go up and dunk the ball. "Maybe I didn't want any competition?" Jo smiled. "You mean cold hearted Jo has finally found a man?" Tina laughed. "Shut it," she laughed as she pulled Tina up to walk over and shoot with the guys. "OK who plays who?" Billie asked. "Tina and I will take you two on," Jo challenged. "Come on make it fair," Billie laughed. "Billie please don't piss her off," Tom chuckled. Tina and Jo took the ball out and the guys played them close. Billie took the opportunity to hand check Tina as much as possible. When his hand strayed to her small breast she slapped his hand away hard. "Careful," she grinned. The girls lost the ball when Tom slapped it away from Tina as she tried to dribble between the two guys. Billie grabbed the ball and faked Tina to the left as he dribbled back to the right. As he rose to lay it in she grabbed his ass which knocked him off balance. The ball rolled off the front of the rim. "Hey no fair!" he grinned. But Tom grabbed the rebound and laid it back in. Tina could see that Jo was not her normal aggressive self because she had backed away from getting the rebound. "Hey love him some other time. We are playing hoops girl." Tina whispered. It was enough to get Jo started. When Tom went up for a jump shot Jo turned and pushed her body hard into his to box him out. Tom's feet hit the asphalt off-balanced as his body felt back and he landed on his ass. "Sorry," Jo laughed as she grabbed the rebound and tossed it back to Tina who sank a fifteen foot shot. Tom grinned and went immediately on defense. He did not hold anything back and bumped and pushed Jo whenever possible. She did the same and one time actually grabbed a hold of his prick as he pushed her off for a rebound. Billie and Tina were also physical and both made sure to get their touches in wherever possible. By the time the game ended all four players were at a high sensual level. "Hey would you guys like to crash back at my place? The family is out for the day." Tom asked as they sat together on the bleachers. "Yeah," Billie quickly said looking over at Tina who he had a thing for. Tina smiled at Jo who smiled back. "Sure," The four grabbed their stuff and headed down the street to Tom's Grandparents home. "My room is downstairs," he said as he guided them into the old house. Billie moved down the stairs first followed close behind by Tina and Jo. "I'll get some drinks," Tom announced from the top of the stairs. Jo quickly looked around and saw a futon and a chair. A TV sat on a table in the corner and she could see a bathroom in the back. "Be right back," she said as she moved into the small bath and closed the door. She peeked in the small cabinet over the sink and found his shaving stuff and toothpaste. She pulled the glass shower door open and saw his shampoo and soap. Tom noticed Jo was in the bathroom as he handed Tina and Billie a soda. "This place is pretty cool," Billie said as he and Tina sat close together on the futon. "At least you have some privacy. My room is next to my parents." Jo came out of the bathroom and sat on the floor in front of the large chair. She hoped Tom would sit next to her. She got her wish. For the next thirty minutes they all brought Tom up to speed on the kids and teachers at the school. Billie's arm moved around Tina's back and when his hand dropped to her shoulder she didn't acknowledge it. Both Tom and Jo noticed it right away and Jo became nervous sitting this close to Tom. "Hey do you want to help me get some snacks upstairs?" Tom asked Jo. She said yes and followed him upstairs. "You like Tina huh?" Tom asked as he pulled a large bag of chips down from the cabinet. "What?" Jo asked not realizing what he was asking. "Yeah Tina's a..." She stopped suddenly realizing what he was asking. He really thought she was a lesbian. "That's cool with me," he said. "I've never really known a girl who...you know...digs other girls." Jo again was lost for words. Before she could tell him the truth he once again left her standing. When they returned to the basement they both saw Tina and Billie suddenly push away from each other. It looked as if they had been kissing. "Sorry to interrupt," Tom said smiling. "Tina, can I talk to you upstairs?" Jo asked as she stood by the bottom of the stairs. "Sure." Tina said as she let go of Billie's hand that she was holding. When they got to the top of the stairs and closed the basement door Jo laughed. "Tom thinks I'm a lesbian." "No shit? Why would he think that?" "My dumb ass sister told him yesterday. She was pissed that I interrupted her attempt to fuck him." "You told him you aren't gay right?" "Well no," she said. "Right now I'm his best friend and I don't want to screw it up by telling him I'm straight." "How would that screw it up? Maybe he likes you?" "I'm his best buddy. I thought maybe I would play the game for a while longer to get him to know me better. I was wondering..." "Oh shit, I can see something coming." Tina giggled. Jo pulled her ear to her mouth as she whispered her plan. ***** "What do you think that is all about?" Billie asked Tom as they sat waiting for the girls to return. "I hate to break it to you but I was told that Jo is gay." Tom said softly. Billie burst out laughing. "Yeah right." "No really," Tom continued. "I think she likes Tina." Billie was laughing so hard he didn't have time to tell Tom he was full of shit. "What's so funny?" Tina asked as the girls walked down the stairs. "He........" Billie started to say before Tom cut him off. "I told him a joke." "Well tell us," Tina said as she once again sat next to Billie. "Can't, it's a bad one." Tom added. "Fuck man, we can handle it right Jo?" Tina said. "Sure Tom tell us," she said smiling. Tom thought quickly and remembered a really bad joke he had heard. "Why did God give women legs?" Jo and Tina looked at each other. "We give up." "So they wouldn't leave snail tracks." Suddenly Billie broke up again. "That's horrible!" Jo said as she slapped Tom's arm. "You asked for it right?" Tom said, holding his hand up in defense. "Let's forget we even asked," she said. "What do you guys want to do now?" "I want to dance." Tina said as she stood up in her baggy basketball shorts and loose tee shirt. "Me too." Jo said smiling. She held her hand out to Tom. "I'm not into dancing," he said as he pushed back in the chair. "Me neither," Billie said. "Well I guess it's you and me." Jo said smiling at Tina. "Do you have some music?" "Sure," Tom said as he jumped up to turn on the small mini-stereo system. "Fast or slow?" "Slow," Jo said trying not to laugh. She heard the soft music and pulled Tina into her body. Her leg quickly pushed between the smaller girl's legs and crushed up against Tina's pussy. She didn't hold back as her fingers moved down over Tina's small ass. Tina's leg and fingers did the same to Jo. "God," Billie moaned as he sat forward watching the two eighteen year-old girls grind their bodies together. His penis was hard already from his necking session with Tina and now was out of control. Tom too was breathing hard as he watched every man's dream. Two cute girls were touching each other's ass and rubbing their pussies with their legs. He looked over at Billie and smiled. His mouth opened and his lips said, "I told you so" without making a sound. "Are they looking?" Jo whispered in Tina's ear since she could not see them. "On the edge of their seats," the smaller girl replied. "Are you ready?" "Yes," Jo whispered as she turned her head towards Tina and opened her mouth. "Shit," Tom uttered. The two girls were not only kissing they had their mouths wide open and he could see their tongues rolling together. His prick was pushing up the front of his nylon shorts. "Billie's touching himself," Tina giggled as her mouth moved away from Jo's. Jo wanted to turn so she could see but Tina kept her facing away from them. She felt Tina's hands move up over her ass to grab the waistband of her shorts. "What are you doing?" Jo whispered. "This," the girl giggled as she pushed the nylon shorts down until the guys could see Jo's pink panties doing a lousy job covering her pink buttocks. "TINA!" Jo quickly turned the girl until Tina was now in front of her and her uncovered ass was pointing away from the horny guys. This was not part of the plan. Before Tina could react Jo grabbed the top of Tina's shorts and jerked them down to her knees. "HEY!" Tina cried out as she felt the cool air strike her cute little round butt. She wished now she had worn sexier panties than the plain white bikinis. "YEAH!" Billie screamed when he saw Tina's ass. Tina reached down to pull the shorts back up but Jo stopped her. "Take them off." "You take yours off too!" Tina giggled. Tom's wildest wet dream was coming true when he saw both girls push their shorts down and off their feet. They moved back together again and slowly did a 180 degree turn so the boys could see both of their rears. "Take off the shirts!" Billie shouted. "Do you wanta?" Jo whispered in Tina's ear. The small girl giggled and grabbed Jo's shirt bottom and waited until Jo grabbed hers. At the same time they jerked their arms up over their heads and pulled the shirt off the other one's head. When the shirts hit the floor by their shorts the two girls were standing in only their sport bras and panties. Their fronts quickly pressed together again to prevent the boys from seeing their hard nipples and damp panties. As Jo peeked down to see the high rise in Tom's shorts Tina's mouth again found hers. She opened her eyes in shock because the plan was only to kiss once. Tina's tongue was now moving for her pleasure and not the boys. Again Tina's fingers moved down over Jo's ass but this time they moved under the silky undies and touched her hot flesh. Jo jerked her mouth away. "What are you doing?" she whispered in Tina's ear as the girl's fingers explored down over the bottom of her ass and slowly between her thighs. "Tina you are going to touch...OH GOD!" Jo cried out when Tina's fingers slipped between her dripping crease. No one, other than herself, had ever touched her there. Tina's fingers moved up Jo's virgin pussy until she pushed against the little man in the boat as her gym teacher had called the clitoris. Her eyes were locked on the pink tip of Billie's penis which was now poking out under the edge of his shorts. "Touch me," Tina whispered in Jo's ear. Jo was trying to catch her breath when she heard Tina's voice. The girl wanted her to finger her pussy. "This is....going too.........far." Jo whispered. Tom had seen Billie touch his hard-on so he started doing the same. Never in Clarkton would something like this happen. He was suddenly so happy that he had moved. As Tina's fingers curled under Jo's ass the pink panties moved down until he could now see his new gay friend's buttocks in their entirety. They were magnificent. It's too bad she's a lesbian he thought. Tina grinned when she felt Jo's fingers move down the back of her white undies and under her ass. Her legs opened to allow Jo to push her fingers into her moist folds. Jo quickly found the other girl's clit and rubbed it at the same speed Tina's fingers were doing to hers. All four of them were about to climax when they heard a door open upstairs and footsteps through the house. "Oh fuck it's my Grandparents!" Tom yelled. "Get dressed quickly!" Tina and Jo pulled their damp fingers out of each others panties and quickly grabbed their shirts and shorts. They managed to get them on just as the basement door opened. "Tom, are you down there?" "Yes Grandma!" He yelled trying not to laugh. Tina had put her shirt on inside-out. She saw him smiling and quickly pulled her shirt off and fixed it before she put it back on again. She realized both boys had seen her tiny hard nipples through the paper thin sports bra. "Is someone down there with you?" "Yes a few of my friends!" They heard the door open and the footsteps of the older woman as she walked slowly downward. She peeked around the corner and smiled. "It's good you have made new friends so fast," the older woman said. "Would you kids like some milk and cookies?" "Sure," Tina said as she sat looking so cute and innocent. It was only minutes before that her fingers were toying with Jo's love button. "Tom will you help me?" His Grandmother asked. Tom glanced down at his hard-on and panicked. "I'll be up in a few minutes." They watched the elder lady walk up the stairs and Billie broke down laughing. "What's wrong Tom can't you stand up?" "Sure," Tom smiled as he slowly stood. Tina was the most shocked since she had no idea how big Tom was. She grabbed Jo's arm when she saw his tower of power pushing the front of his shorts outward. "I better throw some cold water on my face," he laughed as he moved into the bathroom to cool down. "Did you see that?" Tina whispered in Jo's ear. "Hands off," Jo whispered back. That piece of meat was hers. A half hour later, after cookies and milk, Tina and Billie said they had to go. It left Jo and Tom alone in the basement. "I'm sorry my Grandma interrupted Tina and you," he said as they sat on the futon. Jo thought about her girlfriend passing the line they had agreed to. "It was pretty hot though. Don't you think?" "God yes," he replied. "I think you have her hooked now." "I was kind of nervous," Jo said thinking fast, "I really don't know what to do." Tom blushed. "I guess two girls just touch and kiss." "I guess I'm not that good at kissing." "You looked pretty good to me," he laughed. "I guess I need someone to practice with," she grinned. "If you liked guys I'd be happy to practice with you." "That would be cool," she said. "It's not that I don't like guys I just like girls better." "Really?" he asked. His mind suddenly thought that maybe he could get Jo to play around some with him. "If you want to...you know....kiss I'd like to help you." "But your Grandma," she said looking at the stairs. "She won't come down and if she does we will hear her. She's pretty slow," he laughed. Tom looked nervous. "How do you want to do this?" Jo smiled and moved her eyes over to look into his. "Like this." Their eyes closed as her soft lips moved forward to brush gently on his. She nibbled on his lower lip and pulled it downward opening his mouth for her tongue. Within seconds their lips were locked and their tongues raced to turn the other one on. After two wonderful minutes Jo slipped her mouth from his but did not move far away. "That was a good start." She giggled as she took a deep breath and plastered her mouth again on his. This time she found his tongue and sucked it into her mouth. Tom tried to keep under control since they were supposed to be just practicing but her nice soft breasts were pressing into his arm and side and her elbow was resting dangerously on the top of his thigh only inches from his hard-on. "Am I doing OK?" She said as she pulled her lips away again. She smiled as his hands on her back pulled her mouth back. She knew her arm was close to touching his penis so she allowed it to slowly creep up his thigh until she touched the hard tip. His body suddenly froze and after a few seconds realizing she was going to keep touching it his fingers moved down her back and over her ass. He cupped her soft buttock and gently squeezed it. Jo slipped her mouth away again and moved it to his ear. As she sucked on the tender lobe she whispered, "Who said you could touch my ass?" "Well...I....," he started to say something about her elbow in his lap but her mouth again locked onto his. He felt her elbow sliding up and down his penis like she was measuring its length and hardness. Tom was now moaning as this prick was ready to pop. Again Jo moved her mouth to his ear. "Are you OK?" She teased. "Do you want me to stop moving my elbow?" "No please?" he begged. Their mouths again crushed together and Jo's elbow kept rubbing against his stick. Ten seconds later Tom's arms pulled her tightly against him as he climaxed. "OH GOD JO!" he cried. He suddenly realized he had made a huge mess in his boxers and shorts. "I've got to clean up," he laughed as he ran unto the small bathroom. Jo sat nervously waiting for him to return. What would they now say to each other? She was ready to tell him that she was not gay when he opened the door and walked into the basement with only a white towel wrapped around his lower body. The shape of his penis was easily seen. "I better get some clean clothes on," he smiled as he walked over to a small dresser. He glanced at her and her eyes were on his towel. "Do you want me to turn around?" She asked. Her heart was about to burst out of her body. "Not unless you want to," he grinned. "I guess you being gay makes it all right." "Sure," she quickly said. Her eyes never left his hips as he pulled the towel away and stood there completely naked. His ass was so nice and firm. She wished he would turn around. "It's so cool having a friend, I mean a friend girl who I can be close to like this," he said as he did a slow turn. His long hard prick was pointing straight out at her face. "Sorry I can't seem to control it anymore." Jo tried to act cool on the outside which was tough because her body was on fire within. 'I've never had a brother so forgive me if I stare at you." Tom smiled as he slowly removed a clean pair of boxers and pulled them up his lean but hard body. He grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and pulled them up. "What do you want to do now?" Jo was thinking about stripping off their clothes and letting him taking her virginity but she said, "I need to get going. I have something to do." "Cool," he said. As she walked by him he reached out to hug her. She easily slipped into his arms and shocked him with a short but wet kiss on his lips. "When you want another elbow job let me know," she giggled. Tom smacked her on her ass as she ran to the stairs. ***** Tina had hurried home to take a cold shower because the sweat from the basketball, the kisses from Billie and her sexual display with Jo had overheated her body. She was sitting alone in the house in only her bathrobe when the doorbell rang. She peaked out and saw Jo. "What's up?" Tina asked as she let her best friend inside. "You," Jo said. "What was all of that stuff in Tom's basement?" Tina giggled. "I guess I got carried away." "Thanks, now he really thinks I'm gay." "What happen after we left?" Jo smiled. "I got him to do some practice kissing with me and," she giggled, "I rubbed my elbow on his hard-on until he came." "No shit! You didn't touch it with your hand?" "No, but after he messed up his pants he stripped totally naked. I saw everything." "Was it still hard?" "Yes, I could hardly breathe. I'm still so hot." "My parents are out for the day. Why don't you take a shower?" Jo smiled. "Thanks." She had slept over at Tina's many times and knew the routine. She moved up the stairs and grabbed a towel from the linen closet. She was under the cool water when the bathroom door opened and Tina walked in. "Care for some company?" Tina smiled as she tossed off the robe and slithered in the tight shower behind a naked Jo. "I thought you already took a shower?" Jo asked. "I did but now I want to finish what you and I started." Tina giggled. Her hand pressed down on Jo's stomach. "You mean?" Jo asked just before Tina's finger pushed down into her golden bush and into her virgin slit. "Just pretend I'm Tom and his long prick is rubbing on your pussy." Tina whispered as she found the little man in the boat and rubbed. "Ummm," she moaned. She reached her own fingers down and into the dark hairs of her best friend. She found the pleasure button and caressed it. "Oh Billie," Tina giggled. As their fingers played their mouths again found each other. Hands strayed upward to cup breasts and nipples and to the rear to massage soft buttocks. Tina broke her mouth away. "Jo...oh God...I never knew..." Jo giggled. "Me too." Their eyes locked as they both got the same idea. Neither of them said a word as Tina turned off the water and they ran dripping wet from the bathroom to Tina's bedroom. Tina's hand pulled on Jo's as they walked up to and then down onto the soft bed. It was Tina taking the lead as her mouth found the hard nipple of Jo's untouched before soft breast. Jo's body felt like putty as Tina's lips and tongue explored up and over her breast and then downward until the pointy tongue teased the soft down of her bush. "Please," Jo begged. Tina smiled and licked up the thin pink slit. Jo's hips raised and her legs opened which allowed Tina to gently suck on the small clitoris. It was all it took for Jo to experience her first climax by someone else. "OHHH!" Tina held onto Jo's hips as the girl's body shook and jerked. When it stopped she planted tiny kisses on her body as her face moved back up to hers. "God Tina that was unbelievable. How can I repay you?" "I can think of a way," the dark haired girl giggled. She moved onto her back next to Jo and pulled her arm until Jo's lips pressed between the tiny breasts. Jo didn't need any more directions as she moved left to suckle the tiny pink nipple. Maybe I am gay Jo thought as her mouth moved down and into Tina's dripping pussy. As she sucked on the small clit she wondered how Tom's large penis would taste. She smiled. Maybe I'm bisexual. Luckily no one was home because Tina's screams shook the dishes in the china cabinet downstairs. Afterwards the two girls just lay naked in each others arms. "Maybe we can invite Tom over for a threesome?" Tina whispered in Jo's ear. Jo pushed her away. "I told you Tom is mine so hands off." What Jo didn't know was that Karen was at that time knocking on Tom's door wearing the same short skirt she had on yesterday.

The Courier by EC Chapter 3 - Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna Upon receiving the call from the chief inspector, Spokeswoman Kimberly Lee-Dolkivna wrote down the pertinent information: that a Colombian drug courier had been arrested with a kilo of cocaine in pellets concealed in her stomach, that she had undergone an initial interview, and that a Spanish-speaker needed to go to the airport to translate the suspect's recorded statements and conduct a follow-up interview. The Spokeswoman cringed at the words "undergone an initial interview", because she was well-aware what that actually meant. Kim called the one person she knew who spoke Spanish, her friend Cecilia Sanchez, who was a US citizen studying at the National University in Danubikt Moskt. She asked Cecilia to go directly to the airport, where they would meet and see how badly the hapless courier had been treated. Once she hung up, she went to the arraignment room to pick up a temporary criminal's collar, which would allow Maria Elena to be transported without a police escort. Kim's new client would have to wear the temporary collar until her trial. Upon being sentenced, she would be issued a permanent collar by the Ministry of Justice. Knowing the reputation of the Airport Unit, the Spokeswoman was certain that what awaited her would not be pleasant. Undoubtedly Maria Elena already had undergone physical punishment as part of the interrogation. Hopefully she had not attempted to lie to the Inspector, because Kim knew that he was notorious for nailing suspects with perjury. Furthermore, she figured that if the Colombian did not speak any English, she probably did not have a clue what was going on and would be scared out of her wits. Just getting her calmed down and explaining what was happening was going to take a lot of effort, and then there was the issue of teaching the suspect basic criminal protocol before taking her out on the street. Kim knew that Maria Elena already had been stripped and was sitting naked in a holding cell, but probably she was not yet aware that, as a criminal, she would be prohibited from wearing clothing at any time for the duration of her sentence. No doubt she would face a rough afternoon dealing with her newest client. The Spokeswoman took an express trolley from the Central Plaza to the airport, where her friend already was waiting for her. Cecilia had been born in New Jersey, but she was fluent in Spanish because she had spoken it in her Dominican household while growing up. Although she was only 24 years old, she held a prestigious position at the National University; as the exchange program coordinator for 60 US college students studying abroad in the Danubian Republic. Cecilia already had spent four years in the Danubian capitol and clearly had "gone native". Her black hair was done up in elaborate braids and she usually dressed immaculately in fine Danubian linen. Apart from her elaborate hair and fine clothing she wore three pieces of silver jewelry, a necklace, a hairpiece, and a silver ring, engagement gifts from her fiance. To her program's exchange students she struck a severe and oddly foreign image, but one that was necessary for them to understand what they faced while studying in Danubikt Moskt. The two women went into the airport chatting about the previous night's storm and Cecilia's students. Kim exchanged salutes with several airport officials on her way to the interrogation room by touching her right fist to her left shoulder. The two women descended the staircase that led to the interrogation room, knocked, and were let in by the Inspector. The two officials, even though they did not like each other, exchanged courtesies and salutes before addressing why Kim and Cecilia had been summoned to the airport. The case itself was fairly routine: the only detail that complicated it was the fact that the suspect did not speak a language commonly taught in Danubian schools. Kim introduced Cecilia to the Inspector, before promptly having her sit down to listen to the recording of Maria Elena's confession. The Dominican translated the most important points to Danubian and passed her notes to Kim, who looked them over and handed them to the airport official. "Inspector, have you formerly arrested the Colombian citizen Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres?" "No, Spokeswoman, we haven't. We figured that it would be proper for you to be present during her arrest and the assigning of her criminal number. So we chose to wait for you to come." Bullshit, thought Kim to herself. You waited so you could play around with her, you fucking pervert. However, to the Inspector she said nothing. Her duty was not to worry about what already had happened, but instead to take custody of Maria Elena, convince her that she needed to cooperate with the police, and get her out of the airport. "May I see the suspect, Inspector?" "Of course, Spokeswoman." Kim whispered to Cecilia in English: "She's gonna be in bad shape, so don't be shocked when you see her. Don't make a big deal about it. Just do what I tell you and keep your mouth shut unless you're translating." The Inspector flipped a light switch next to the cell door to illuminate the tiny room. He drew his gun and opened the door. Immediately Maria Elena crouched in the corner, trying to cover herself. She made a truly pitiful sight. Her hair was disheveled from being grabbed, her bottom was badly bruised, two switch marks crossed her legs, and the left side of her face was swollen from having been slapped multiple times. However, those details paled in comparison with the raw terror and absolute despair in her expression. "You can close the door, Inspector. I would like to speak to my client alone, please." "As you wish, Spokeswoman." As soon as the door closed, Kimberly spoke in English, which Cecilia translated: "Your name is Maria Elena? You are from Colombia?" Maria Elena nodded. "Maria Elena, my name is Spokeswoman Kimberly Lee-Dolkivna. Later I will explain what exactly that means, but for now you can consider me your public defense attorney. It will be my duty to represent you in court. Do you understand me?" Again Maria Elena nodded, but she remained crouched in the corner. Kim's next words shocked Cecilia, who thought she was being very cold-hearted, given the Colombian's traumatic situation. However she dutifully translated: "I want you to understand that I will do what I can to ease your situation and protect you from those who wish to harm you. That is my position, my path in life. However, I also want you to understand that I am a public official, and at all times you will treat me with the respect that is due to my status under Danubian law. When I speak to you, I do not consider nodding an appropriate response to my questions. When I am in your presence, I do not consider you crouching in the corner appropriate. Do you understand me?" "I... si, senora... entiendo... lo siento... " "Very well. I expect you to get on your knees in front of me. You are not permitted to speak to me or any other public official unless you are on your knees. You will kneel straight, you will look straight at me, and you will place your hands on your thighs. You will not hunch over or try to cover yourself. Covering yourself is forbidden." Reluctantly Cecilia translated, adding: "I'm really sorry about this, but you have to do what she says. That's the rule in this country, you gotta kneel when you're talking to anyone from the government, and if you don't do it, they'll whip you." Tears ran down Maria Elena's cheeks as she knelt in front of her Spokeswoman. As directed, she knelt straight, forcing herself to put her hands on her thighs instead of using them to cover her breasts. Once her client was properly positioned, Kim commented: "The path of your life is to behave properly as a criminal, just as the path of my life is to protect your well-being and serve as your mentor." Cecilia was distressed that instead of comforting her new client, Kim was treating her in such a cold-blooded manner. However, Kim knew what she was doing, because protocol was a vital part of her relationship with all of the criminals in her custody. She was her clients' mentor, not their friend. When they had problems they would come to her for help and advice, and she would console and comfort them, but never as an equal. Very early in her career Kim learned why protocol was so important for the relationship between a criminal and a Spokesperson, because without protocol she could not have properly done her job. There was another important reason why Maria Elena needed to know how to display proper protocol before leaving the holding cell, one that Kim did explain to both the translator and the detainee. The Spokeswoman was formally assuming custody over her client, which meant that the Inspector and the other members of the Airport Unit no longer had any right to abuse her. As Kim put it: "As your Spokeswoman, I now exercise custody over your life and I will determine how other public officials can interact with you. Anyone who has anything to ask from you or say to you must go through me. I must approve anything that happens to you. You are to listen to no one except me. You are not to take orders from anyone except me. When we go into that other room and you kneel in front of me, you are letting them know that they can't hurt you anymore, because I won't let it happen." Maria Elena's mood changed upon hearing Cecilia's translation. She realized that, as bad as her situation might be, apparently those awful cops no longer could do anything to her. She was frightened of the young Asian woman who claimed to have "custody" over her, but if the Spokeswoman could protect her from that Inspector and his crew of sadists, Maria Elena was willing to do anything to please her. With the prisoner still kneeling and Cecilia nervously translating, Kim asked her about the arrest and the interrogation that followed. The Spokeswoman's expression changed slightly when Cecilia translated the description of her effort to convince the Inspector she had just five pellets, only to be proven to be lying. Kim asked for a detailed description of that part of the interrogation. She tightened her lips and sighed upon learning that, like so many others, Maria Elena had committed perjury. That simple act of lying in the wrong place at the wrong time would add 20 years to her formal sentence. The Spokeswoman would have to break the bad news later, when she could talk to her client alone in her office. Maria Elena realized that something was wrong, but before she had time to react, Kim continued: "I'm not going to be able to do anything about the length of your sentence, but what I can do is argue for better conditions. Some of that will depend on how much you are willing to cooperate with the Inspector. When you go on trial, he and I will have to work out the details of your sentence with the trial judge. If you cooperate with the Inspector, he will cooperate with me in court." When Cecilia translated, Maria Elena responded: "But... I did... talk to them... I... " "He's going to want to re-interview you and get your full story. He'll ask you all those questions again, this time with a translator. Basically, he's going to want to make sure he has everything straight before he does his report. You're going to have to give up whatever you know about your former drug group. Also, the Inspector is gonna want a recording of your voice that doesn't have a bunch of your crying mixed in with your information. Once that interview is done, you'll be coming with me." Noting the fear in Maria Elena's eyes, Kim commented: "I'm sure you're still afraid of what your drug group can do to you. Right now that doesn't matter because they can't do anything to you. What you need to worry about is us, not them. Under our laws, the Danubian government now owns you. You are property of the Republic of Danubia." Kim waited for the translation, fully expecting a shocked reaction and having to elaborate her last point. She had to do that with almost all of her foreign clients. "According to our laws, you have proven yourself incapable of exercising free will. So, that portion of your life has ended. You now have an owner, the government of the Republic of Danubia. Whatever information that is in your head belongs to the Danubian government as well, so you will discuss, in detail, what you know." Kim paused, waiting for the translation. Then she finished with: "As for your former employer, if they're stupid enough to send anyone into this country to come after you, the Danubian Secret Police will catch that person and they will execute him. The drug groups know that, and we're the one country in Europe they won't mess with." Cecilia finished with Kim's final statement, totally taken aback by her friend's blunt words. "Your drug group is no longer in charge of what happens to you. Do you understand me?" "Si, senora. Entiendo." "And one more thing I expect from you. When you answer me, you need to answer in Danubian. When you say 'yes', it will be: 'doc-doc, Advodkatna Lee-Dolkivna'. Repeat, please... doc-doc, Advodkatna Lee-Dolkivna." Maria Elena repeated several times; until the Spokeswoman was satisfied her client could be understood by other Danubians. "That'll work for the time being. When you say 'no', it will be: 'negat, Advodkatna Lee-Dolkivna'. Repeat, please... negat, Advodkatna Lee-Dolkivna." Once again Maria Elena repeated until Kim was satisfied she had it right. "Congratulations, Maria Elena, you've just learned your first three words in Danubian: doc-doc, negat, and Advodkatna." Cecilia felt uneasy about seeing her friend's domineering behavior up close. Although she had known Kim for years, she had never seen the Spokeswoman introduce herself to a client. With her clients there was no room for doubt, no question that she was in complete control. Cecilia noticed a change in the prisoner. Like most of Kim's other foreign clients, Maria Elena's situation would force her to be emotionally dependent on the Spokeswoman, at least during the first several months of her sentence. Trapped alone in a country where she could not even communicate properly, surrounded by hostile individuals, and stripped of her clothing, she knew that the only person she could turn to was Kim. The Spokeswoman already had shown herself as strict and intolerant, and Maria Elena was afraid of her. However, she offered the criminal some hope in her life and the promise of protection. More importantly, she clearly explained what her client needed to do and what was expected of her, which gave Maria Elena a sense of direction and made her desperate to please her. Only a few minutes after meeting Kim, Maria Elena already was adapting to her new life as a Danubian criminal. The next task was collaring the detainee. Like every other criminal in Danubia, Maria Elena would be required to wear a metal collar and would be prohibited from wearing anything else, with the exception of orange boots during the winter. There were no jails in Danubia, no such thing as incarceration. There were a few holding cells, like the one Maria Elena was sitting in now, but a holding cell was just that, a temporary place where a criminal was kept until she could be collared. "When I mentioned that you will be serving a sentence, you will understand you won't be serving any of that time in jail. We don't have jails in this country. Instead you will spend your sentence serving the people around you, and you will live your life in humility. And the mark of a criminal's humility is the collar... " She held up the temporary collar... "... which you'll have to put on before we leave this room. The collar shows you to the world for what you are, a criminal. However, it gives you some legal status, which is something you didn't have when you were being interrogated. Once I put this on you, the Inspector and his subordinates cannot touch you. That's why they waited. They didn't want you collared because that would have given you rights under our laws. Before you talk to the Inspector again, you'll need to put this on... unless... you want to risk being treated like you were the first time. Do you understand me?" Maria Elena looked at the collar in Kim's hand with a worried expression as she listened to Cecilia's translation. The thought of having that thing around her neck terrified her, because she rightly suspected that once she put on the collar, it would not be coming off anytime soon. However, the thought of being tormented by the interrogation team a second time horrified her. Her only choice was to trust the Spokeswoman and hope she was telling the truth. She took a deep breath and replied: "Doc-doc, Advodkatna Lee-Dolkivna." Kim directed Cecilia to hold up the detainee's hair while she positioned the collar around her neck. She locked the collar with a key, which she then put in her pocket. Finally she pulled out a small receiver and tested it against the collar's transmitter to make sure it worked. Maria Elena's collar not only marked her as a criminal, but also allowed the Ministry of Justice to know where she was at all times. "Alright, Maria Elena, let's go back and talk to the Inspector, and then I can get you out of the airport. Remember, how quickly our conversation ends depends on how thoroughly you answer his questions. If you try to hide anything, he'll keep pushing you until you answer, and it will affect what happens at your trial." "Doc-doc, Advodkatna Lee-Dolkivna." Kim banged on the cell door to let the guard know she, her translator, and her client were ready to come out. The three women crossed the hallway and entered the interrogation room. Upon entering, the Spokeswoman ordered Maria Elena to kneel and Cecilia to stand at attention. Then she crisply saluted the Inspector and the other cops in the room by touching her right fist to her left shoulder. The Inspector and the cops saluted back. In spite of the strict protocol and professional courtesies, Kim and the Inspector intensely disliked each other. Kim felt that the Inspector was a sadist and sexual pervert, while he resented the fact she was foreign-born but still held a position in the Danubian government. However, their mutual dislike did not prevent the two officials from cooperating and working together. Their understanding was that, in exchange for convincing her clients that they needed to share whatever information they had, Kim could expect him to ask for lenient sentence terms during trial. The Inspector was always true to his word in court. As long as Kim's client cooperated with providing information, he tried to convince the trial judge to impose the minimum number of judicial switchings during sentencing. Maria Elena trembled as she knelt upright. She was terrified of the Inspector and worried about displeasing her Spokeswoman. Her nakedness left her feeling very vulnerable, while the pain in her bottom, her burning intestines, and her sore stomach reminded her of the consequences of lying. However, more than anything else, it was the sinister feeling of cold metal around the prisoner's neck that convinced her that her old life was completely gone. She had lost her free will, and now was nothing more than property of a foreign government. The unforgiving feel of that hard object drove home that point more than anything else that had happened to her that morning. Over and over her Spokeswoman's words repeated themselves in her mind: "the Danubian government now owns you". Maria Elena's new understanding of her path in life had an immediate effect on her behavior. As soon as she started talking, it was obvious that she would cooperate completely. She found it surprisingly easy to speak honestly about her life as a drug courier. Not that she had all that much useful to tell the interrogation team, but it was clear that she would tell them whatever she knew about her trafficking group. Later Maria Elena would share her personal life with her Spokeswoman, but for the moment the Inspector's only interest was the story of her ill-fated trafficking venture. Armed with the information downloaded from her cell phone and copied from her address book, the Inspector pushed the prisoner for names, contacts, and addresses: in Pereira, in Bogota, in Panama City, and in Frankfurt. As he expected, she didn't know anything about her trafficking group that was not related to her own experience. It was obvious that the trip was her first effort at drug trafficking and that she really did not know what she was doing or understood what she had gotten herself into. Maria Elena's story took her from her hometown of Pereira to Bogota, where her boyfriend introduced her to his boss. After a couple of nights of partying she went from the Colombian capital to Panama City, where she met a sinister-looking subject called Alex Mejia-Silva. Alex's girlfriend spent a couple of days training Maria Elena to swallow pellets by having her swallow grapes without chewing them. Once she was satisfied that the courier could ingest pellets without gagging, the girlfriend turned her back over to Alex. Alex put Maria Elena in a cheap hotel room and booked a ticket on Flight 2298, which flew directly from Panama City to Frankfurt. He went over to the hotel and gave the courier the cocaine, divided into 100 small tight ovals wrapped in bluish-gray plastic. Upon arriving in Germany, Maria Elena was to call a number programmed into her cell-phone and ask for "El Flaco". She then would go to a hotel room and expel the pellets. Assuming she expelled 100 pellets, supposedly she would get her 1,000 Euros, along with the falsified work-permit, and be allowed to leave. Because the only language she spoke was Spanish, Maria Elena's plan was to travel to Spain immediately after receiving her money, where she would attempt to find a job and settle. In spite of what she had told people in Colombia, her plan had been to establish herself in Spain and permanently escape from her old life. The Inspector briefly pondered what really would have happened to his prisoner had she successfully completed her trip. It was possible that her first venture into drug trafficking would have been her last, even if she had successfully delivered all of her pellets. It just sounded too good to be true: 1,000 Euros and a visa... for delivering a kilo of cocaine? Yeah, right... The Inspector pushed that thought aside. He needed to finish his report and deliver it to INTERPOL. Whatever might have happened to Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres in Germany was irrelevant, because she now belonged to the Danubian government. Before leaving the airport, the Inspector had to formally arrest the detainee and take her mug-shots. The photographer turned on the lighting for the blank backdrop and set up his camera. The Spokeswoman unlocked Maria Elena's temporary collar and ordered her to stand up. The photographer snapped his fingers to tell the prisoner that she needed to position herself to be photographed. She glanced at her Spokeswoman with a pleading expression, but Kim tightened her lips and pointed at the camera. Yes, Maria Elena would pose completely naked for her official arrest photos. Cecilia translated the photographer's commands to turn around and assume various poses to the mortified prisoner. The first shots were of her face; one from the front, one from the back, one from each side, and two taken from different angles. Next came the full-body shots: hands at her side... facing the camera, facing away from the camera, facing left, facing right. Then another series of shots, this time with her hands behind her head and her legs spread: front, back, left, right. As soon as the prisoner was released from the photo session, the Spokeswoman ordered her to kneel to allow her to put the collar back on. Once again the collar clicked shut around Maria Elena's neck. Finally, the Inspector handed the Spokeswoman a small facial photograph of the prisoner which included her full name and her arrest number. Cecilia explained to Maria Elena that, at the moment the photo was generated with the arrest number, her legal name had been changed by the Ministry of Justice. Instead of Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres, she would be known as, and listed in official Danubian documents as, Prisoner # 101025. "You can have your friends call you Maria Elena if you want, but that's not your name anymore. As far as the Danubian Ministry of Justice is concerned, your name is Prisoner # 101025. After your trial it'll change to Criminal # 101025. You'll have to get used to it, because that's what everyone's gonna call you." Maria Elena gasped with horror at this latest piece of bad news. The Danubians truly were planning to take everything away from her, her freedom, her clothing, her dignity, and even her name. *****-- The Spokeswoman asked for her client's arrest report and copies of her mug-shot photos, which she put in a briefcase to initiate a criminal file. She and the Inspector saluted each other before the three women turned to go out of the interrogation room. As she stepped into the hallway, Maria Elena instinctively covered herself. Yes indeed, she was about to be taken into the main terminal completely naked. It would only get worse, because her Spokeswoman then would take her into Danubikt Moskt. How could her mentor do such a horrible thing, forcing her client to walk naked on the street? Maria Elena gave Cecilia a pleading look, but the Dominican ignored her and pointed at the staircase leading out of the basement. Suddenly Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna spun around and snapped at her client to kneel. When the order was translated Maria sank to her knees, but still tried to cover herself. "Listen, Prisoner # 101025, you will remove your hands from your body this instant! I already told you that you are violating your status as a prisoner by doing that. Now, uncover yourself, immediately!" Tears ran down the prisoner's cheeks as she struggled to obey the order by lowering her hands. She turned to Cecilia and begged her in Spanish: "Please... for the love of God... don't make me go out naked... I'd rather die than go out naked... please... " "It's the way they do things here. You're a prisoner and you can't cover your body." "Please... I'd rather die." "It's not that big of a deal, Maria Elena. You'll see it really isn't. We're not in Colombia." Kim commented to Cecilia in English: "Look: just tell her that if she tries covering herself again, I will request a police escort and she will have to go downtown with her hands cuffed behind her back. People won't pay that much attention to her if she's simply walking with us, but they will want to have a better look at her if she's cuffed." Cecilia, still taken aback by Kim's harsh treatment of her new client, reluctantly translated the Spokeswoman's last statement. She concluded with: "We have to get out of the airport and get you downtown. Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna's really not that bad, she isn't. But you have to do what she says." Maria Elena took a deep breath, looked up the stairs, and then glanced at her two escorts. She realized that there was no point in any further resistance. Her old life had ended and there was no point in holding on to values that apparently had no relevance in the life she was about to begin. She would have to uncover herself, walk up those stairs, and accept whatever her new life demanded of her. She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and responded: "Doc-doc, Advodkatna Lee-Dolkivna." ***** The three women emerged onto the main floor of the terminal building. Maria Elena, with every bit of will-power left in her, forced herself to keep her hands at her sides. She tried to ignore the stares of hundreds of startled passengers as she walked past the security checkpoint, away from the boarding area and away from any hope of escape. She cast one last look at the passenger waiting area, thinking about her flight, which had long since departed for Germany. Kim tapped her on the shoulder and pointed at the front entrance of the terminal building. Maria-Elena worked up the courage to go outdoors in the nude. She hoped that outside would be less crowded than the terminal building itself, but the thought of being outdoors with no clothing mortified her. She never had been naked in a public location in her life. In fact, she almost never had been naked at all, even alone, except when taking a shower. The only two people who had ever seen her uncovered body had been her two lovers: the boyfriend who had loved her, and the other boyfriend who betrayed her. With Kim leading the way, the three women stepped out through the main entrance. It was a hot sunny August afternoon, with the air still damp and muggy from the previous night's storm. In front of the airport there was not a parking lot, but instead a small park with a statue of a king holding a sword. Later Maria Elena would learn the statue was of the airport's namesake, the country's national hero King Vladik the Defender. On the other side of the park was a large trolley stop that was full of commuters and luggage. The sidewalk felt hot on the prisoner's unprotected feet as she and her escorts made their way to the trolley stop. Maria Elena gave her companions a look of total despair, because she had been under the impression that "going downtown" meant getting into a car. She looked around at the front of the airport and realized there was not a private car in sight: only a couple of police vans. Cecilia commented: "I know this is all new to you, but the only way to get downtown is in a trolley, unless you want to walk. This place doesn't have cars 'cause there's no room for them." So, Maria Elena's body had to face a new round of public exposure as she lined up with hundreds of Danubian airplane passengers, family members, foreign tourists, airport employees, and police officers. The foreigners stared at her with wide eyes, but the Danubians only gave her fleeting glances. Among the throng of clothed people she noticed several that were naked, all of whom, just like herself, had collars around their necks. She noticed two naked young men moving suitcases onto the trolley for several older couples who couldn't move baggage themselves. An old man tapped the prisoner on the shoulder and started speaking to her in Danubian. Cecilia translated: "He needs you to put his wife's stuff in the trolley. Her suitcases are over there." Noticing the puzzled look on the prisoner's face, Cecilia continued: "If someone asks you to do something, as long as it's reasonable, you gotta help them out. Criminals have to make themselves available to serve the public. Just move the suitcases next to where the old lady is sitting. If they get off before we get downtown, we might have to get off too, so you can help them get their suitcases to their house." Exasperated, Maria Elena struggled to carry two enormously heavy suitcases onto the trolley while the old man followed carrying a much smaller bag. Her feet ached on the hard cement and the suitcases scraped her bare legs. Her bottom still throbbed from the paddling and her stomach and throat burned from the forced vomiting she had endured during the interrogation. She was sick, exhausted, frightened, and mortified with embarrassment. Nevertheless, even in her condition she was expected to exert herself carrying someone else's belongings onto a trolley, and the only reward she could expect might be to have to carry the luggage to the old couple's house. The trolley's seats were full by the time Maria Elena had the suitcases in place next to the old lady. Noticing that all the seats already had been taken, she reluctantly grabbed a handrail, thus exposing herself even more to the crowd in the trolley. Cecilia stood next to her, but decided not to say anything unless Maria Elena spoke first. The old man took the seat next to his wife, as the pair looked at the three young women with total curiosity. Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna, Cecilia Sanchez, and Criminal # 101025 were the only non-Europeans in the packed trolley. Added to that detail was the fact that Maria Elena was naked, collared, and her bottom covered with welts and bruises. However the detail that most disturbed the old couple was the fact that the Colombian's thick black hair was disheveled and not properly braided. At least the other two had the decency to braid their hair. Kim, noting the old couple's look of disapproval, explained in Danubian: "I apologize about the dishonorable condition of my client's hair, sir. She was arrested just this morning and I need to get her to the Central Police Station. I assure you I won't let her go back out like this." The old couple's disapproving expression relaxed as they responded: "Doc-doc, Advodkatna." Cecilia sighed, feeling very sorry for her naked companion. In this harsh and restrictive society, there were many things Prisoner # 101025 would have to learn very quickly. She would face many hardships; struggles that she would have to endure that she was not even aware of yet. Chapter 4 - The Arraignment Committee Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna was determined to escort her client downtown as quickly as possible, so Maria Elena was spared the hassle of having to take the older couple's suitcases off the trolley. Kim enlisted a nearby male criminal and ordered him to help out instead. Ordinarily he would have knelt while receiving her command, but in the crowded trolley kneeling was impractical and she excused him from doing so. He bowed his head and replied "Doc-doc, Advodkatna" as he positioned himself to take Maria Elena's place. Apart from her two lovers, of whom she had only caught fleeting glimpses in a darkened room, Maria Elena had never seen a naked man, and certainly had never seen a naked man in broad daylight in a public location. She stared at his body with fascination. When he tried to return her glance, Kim snapped at him in Danubian and he immediately turned away. Maria Elena studied his backside, which was covered with the fading marks of a whipping that he must have endured about a week before. She shuddered, wondering about those marks and what the young man had done to be so severely punished. The trolley was an express trolley, only stopping at transfer stations and bypassing everything else as it made its way downtown. There were only four transfer stations along the route, and as airport passengers got off, they were replaced by other commuters going to the government district in the center of the city. As the trolley approached the third transfer station, the older couple got off, along with Maria Elena's fellow criminal and their oversized luggage. She was very grateful she did not have to do anything more with those suitcases, because she was starting to feel sick again. The trolley passed through an opening in an enormous ancient stone wall and entered into a district of elaborate Baroque-style buildings. A few blocks later it stopped behind a large Gothic cathedral. Cecilia tapped Maria Elena on the shoulder to let her know that was where they needed to get off. She explained in Spanish: "The Spokeswoman needs to take you to her office to finish your in-processing, and then we need to figure out what we're gonna do with you." "Do with me?" "Yes. Under Danubian law you're supposed to be locked up until you go on trial, but I think Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna is gonna try to get a medical waiver for you so you don't have to go to court tomorrow. If that happens, you won't have to be locked up and you won't go before the judge until next week." Cecilia pointed at a large compound-style building that was partly visible up the street in front of the cathedral. "That's the Central Police Station, where Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna has her office. That's where we're going right now." The three women walked alongside the church as they approached the police station. Maria Elena instinctively crossed herself when they passed the entrance. Cecilia commented: "Stop that. They don't do that here. Their church is different from what you're used to." Maria Elena looked at the front door of the cathedral and noticed a Priest wearing a simple black robe and a tall black hat. Alongside him were two women wearing black dresses. However, what shocked her was the sight of a group of naked men and women kneeling in front of the three Clergy members. The naked worshippers knelt forward in unison, touching their foreheads to the ground. "Public Penance. They're big on that here. That's what those people are doing." "And... they... they do it naked?" "Yes. I'll explain later, but in this country if you're doing Public Penance, you do it naked." Maria Elena shuddered at the idea of appearing naked in front of a Priest because, of course, in the Western Hemisphere, something like that was unheard of. The prisoner and her escort walked along a large plaza as they approached the main entrance of the Central Police Station. Although it was late afternoon, the doorway was full of people going in and out: cops, lawyers, civilians, and a few naked criminals. As they ascended the steps, Maria Elena was greeted by a terrifying sight. Three naked criminals were descending, two young men and a woman who looked about 30. The youngest male in the group looked barely 18. He was walking supported by his two companions, his face contorted with agony and tears flowing down his face. When Maria Elena passed the naked trio she saw why. The young man's bottom and upper thighs were covered with welts; dark painful-looking lines that criss-crossed his backside and extended to his shoulders. The Colombian was horrified. Then she noticed something that frightened her even more; that her two companions seemed not to think there was anything unusual about what had happened to that young criminal. Was that normal? "Cecilia... I... that young guy... what... ?" "Probably he just received one of his scheduled switchings." "Scheduled switchings?" "Yes... I'd imagine it was part of his sentence." A very sick feeling swept over Maria Elena. Scheduled switchings... part of his sentence... She turned back to look again at the punished criminal and his two companions. Then she noticed the unchanged expressions of Kim and Cecilia. She had one more question to ask, but couldn't bring herself to voice it. She didn't dare, because she feared that she already knew the answer... ***** The three women passed through the main door of the Central Police Station into a huge entryway topped by a dome. Elegant but very weathered marble staircases led off the ground floor to offices on the second and third stories. Spokeswoman Kimberly Lee-Dolkivna's office was located on the third floor; one of 20 such offices on a back wall opposite the main entrance. The hallway outside was full of people: naked criminals moving about alone or in pairs, Spokespersons walking with their assistants, mail couriers delivering legal documents, and cops escorting a couple of recently-arrested prisoners. However strange and frightening the scene may have been to Maria Elena, it was obvious there was nothing unusual going on as far as the Danubians were concerned. As soon as Kim, Cecilia, and Maria Elena entered the Spokeswoman's office, a tall, attractive, naked pregnant woman immediately got up out of her chair and sank to her knees. She knelt forward, touching her forehead to the ground, and addressed her mentor in English: "Good Afternoon, Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna. I am pleased you have returned safely." "Good Afternoon, Criminal # 98946. Please rise, so we may fulfill our paths in life." Criminal # 98946 immediately stood up. Cecilia introduced her to Maria Elena, explaining that she was yet another fellow US Citizen and the Spokeswoman's legal assistant. The pregnant criminal quietly opened a door leading into a back office. The back room was dominated by a large desk. In front of the desk were two small chairs and an end-table. The naked pregnant woman entered with a tray of food and placed it on the table. She then spread a small towel on one of the chairs. Cecilia pointed at the covered chair and addressed Maria Elena in Spanish: "Stand over there until she gives you permission to sit down. Then you will be permitted to eat." Cecilia took a position next to the other chair, quietly standing at attention. Although she was Kim's friend, she fully understood that for the moment she was working under official capacity and was very careful to observe proper protocol. Kim took her position at her desk. "Please sit down, Cecilia Sanchez and Prisoner # 101025." Once seated, Kim told Cecilia to tell Maria Elena to eat. Maria Elena did not feel hungry, instead she felt nauseated. However, she forced herself to sip some blackberry punch and took a bite out of a roll. That first morsel of food, the first thing she had in her stomach other than cocaine for nearly three days, re-awakened her appetite. She ate and drank ravenously, completely emptying what was on the tray. Her stomach still hurt, but now she realized that part of her discomfort simply was the result of being hungry. Kim moved on to Maria Elena's immediate legal situation and the circumstances of her arrest. She already knew the details from the Inspector's point of view, but now wanted to hear the same details from her client's perspective. She also wanted to gage how honest her client was in telling her story and how well she remembered what had happened at the airport. She called in her assistant to take notes, before asking the prisoner for a detailed re-telling of her smuggling venture, the diverted flight, her arrest, and her interrogation. Maria Elena spoke honestly, which was good news for Kim, but her story differed very little from the Inspector's report. She had committed two very serious crimes and several other lesser offenses. There would be very little Kim could do in the courtroom to reduce her sentence because under Danubian law there were no mitigating factors. There was no question Maria Elena was guilty of both drug trafficking and perjury... no doubt whatsoever. There was no doubt that she would be spending most of the rest of her life, if not all of it, wearing a collar and serving the Danubian government as a convicted criminal. Once her client finished talking, the Spokeswoman had to break the bad news: "I hate to tell you this, but you might as well know right away. What you did in the interrogation room was commit perjury. That's a 20-year offense. From the way you're describing what happened, I'm not going to be able to get that reduced, especially if it's recorded." Maria Elena went white when she heard Cecilia's translation. "Twenty years?" "That's just for the perjury. You're getting at least five more on the possession charge, probably more than that. And I'm pretty sure they're going to go for trafficking, which was indeed what you were doing." The prisoner was left speechless. Kim continued, convinced that it was important that her client knew how bad her legal situation was from the outset. She would go to trial fully aware of what to expect. "Trafficking at your level carries a 20-year sentence. That's on top of 20 years for perjury, and at least five for possession. In Danubia there's no such thing as serving time concurrently, so you'll be wearing a collar for 45 years, minimum. And I can tell you that you face certain conviction, because there is no way I can contest the evidence the Inspector has against you. I can't refute what he has on that videotape." Cecilia translated as Kim watched the Colombian's expression become increasingly anguished. "But Spokeswoman... I didn't want to bring any cocaine here. I only came to Danubia because my flight got diverted. I was going to Germany... " "The fact remains that you did bring cocaine into this country. Why that happened doesn't matter, as far as the government is concerned. All that matters is the fact you entered Danubia with a kilo of cocaine in your stomach, and the fact you repeatedly lied about what you were doing. I can't change any of that. I can't change what you did. All I can do is help you come to terms with what happened and help you begin your new life here in Danubia." Kim paused to allow Cecilia to translate and continued: "Your old life in Colombia is gone. The only life you have left to live is the one you will lead as a criminal in Danubia." Maria Elena sat quietly for several minutes, as tears rolled down her cheeks. Finally she managed to respond: "Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna... I wasn't planning to go back to Colombia anyway... I wanted to go to Spain, and start a new life there. That was my plan... to get out of Colombia and start over in Spain. The money they were going to pay me was going to be what I lived off of until I got a job." Maria Elena sat silent while Cecilia translated. She continued: "After what I did at home, I was ashamed to face any of my family... so I was just going to leave. Go as far away from Pereira as I could." Cecilia translated the Spokeswoman's response: "Well, if you think about it, the Creator gave you what you wanted. Right now you are about as far from Colombia as you can get, and I can tell you there's a very good chance you'll never see it again." Maria Elena didn't know how to respond. Yes, her dream had always been to get out of Colombia, but this wasn't how she wanted to do it. To listen to the Spokeswoman, her departure from her home turned out to be much more final than she ever could have anticipated. The Spokeswoman stood up and ordered her client to stand up as well. "Turn around and stand still." Maria Elena complied, allowing her mentor to study her backside. Her bottom still was badly bruised from the cruel paddling and two painful switch marks crossed her legs. Kim also was worried about the condition of her client's intestines and her over-all mental health. There was no question that Prisoner # 101025 was not ready to go to court, so arranging a delayed trial was the next issue she needed to address. Kim called the arraignment committee to submit the request for a delay. The response was that Prisoner # 101025 would have to be arraigned that afternoon, and it would be up to the committee to determine when she should go to trial, not her Spokeswoman. ***** Four women, two of them dressed in fine linen, and the other two collared and naked, descended three flights of stairs and entered a large room where Maria Elena would be arraigned. Kim's legal assistant accompanied the Spokeswoman, carrying Prisoner # 101025's case file. The fact there was another naked member of the group made the situation slightly less daunting for Kim's newest client. Cecilia whispered in Spanish: "The arraignment committee has had the same members forever... I think every criminal in Danube City has gone before those three for arraignment." Kim and her party entered a large room dominated by a table with three very stern-looking officials seated behind it. There were two men who looked about 60 years old, and a woman who appeared to be in her 70's. Kim saluted the committee, while Cecilia stood at attention and Criminal # 98946 knelt, placing her forehead on the ground. Following her fellow criminal's lead, Maria Elena reluctantly knelt as well. She stayed in that position until she heard Cecilia's voice: "OK, Maria Elena. You need to stand up and present yourself. What you need to do is stand on that small rug with your legs spread and your hands clasped behind your head. They call that 'the prisoner's stance'. Unless they tell you to move, you have to stay like that. Whenever any of them speaks, you need to look straight at them. And do NOT say anything unless you are asked a question. I'll translate and tell you what to do." Prisoner # 101025 did as she was told. With every bit of willpower she possessed, she managed to spread her legs and put her hands behind her head. She desperately wanted to cover herself, to flee, to escape from her latest humiliation; but she knew that escape was hopeless. Even if she could somehow get past the cops standing at the door and somehow get out of the Central Police Station, she would be easy enough to catch because of her collar. It was at that moment she realized that she was every bit as trapped as if she were sitting in a high security jail cell. There was no escape, and there would never be an escape. The man sitting in the middle spoke to Cecilia in Danubian, who in turn translated for the prisoner: "He wants to know if you understand the charges against you. 'Doc' means 'yes' and 'negat' means 'no'. You need to answer in Danubian." Maria Elena responded in Danubian: "Doc." "He wants you to repeat the charges. You can tell me in Spanish and I'll translate." "Drug trafficking, perjury, and possession of cocaine." When Cecilia translated, the man spoke to her for a minute, every so often casting an angry look at the prisoner. Kim tightened her lips, but said nothing. Cecilia looked at Kim, who nodded for her to translate: "There's another charge they're gonna add: violating the sanctity of your body. That's another 10 years." The prisoner gasped with despair. Cecilia explained: "The Danubian Church makes a big deal out of stuff like this. According to their religion, the body is sacred, because it is a gift to your soul from the Creator. You can't do anything to abuse or mutilate your body. In your case you used your body as a place to store cocaine, and you insulted the Creator when you did that. So, you're gonna have to be punished for it." "But... I'm not from this country. It's not my religion... what they think... It's not what I believe... " Cecilia thought for a moment before posing a question: "Fair enough. But do you think God is happy with what you did with your body?" "No... I suppose not." "Well, the Creator isn't either. So you have to be punished for it. That's their logic. Doesn't matter that you're a foreigner. Doesn't matter that you're Catholic. What matters is that you dishonored your body." The next concern was making sure Prisoner # 101025 understood the charges and the sentence each one of those charges would bring. Cecilia repeated the arraignment committee's declaration that drug trafficking and perjury carried 20 years each, possession 5 years, and the body abuse charge 10 years. Maria Elena did the math in her head. She was facing 55 years. She would not be released until she was 74 years old. Essentially she was facing a life sentence. However, the next item that Cecilia translated terrified her even more. "Apart from the time wearing your collar, the committee is gonna recommend that you get the maximum sentence for perjury, which is a switching every three months. The trafficking charge is gonna get you a switching every four months. Since you'll be 59 years old when the perjury and trafficking sentences end, they'll wave the switchings on the other two charges." "A switching... " "Remember that young guy on the steps?" "Yes... " "He was switched. If the committee gets their way during your sentencing, that's what's gonna happen to you every three months, the same as what happened to that criminal on the stairs." Maria Elena gasped and started shaking badly. "No... please... " "Be quiet! Remember what I told you. Don't argue with the committee members or they'll also charge you with insurrection. Now, it's not gonna be that bad, because you won't get the maximum sentence as far as the switchings are concerned; it'll be less. That'll be worked out in you trial; Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna's gonna try to get the total number reduced. Usually the Inspector helps her out when the client has cooperated, which you did." Cecilia paused, contemplating her companion's terrified expression. "By the way, if there's anything else you can remember about your drug group, now's the time to come clean about it, because it would help you at trial." Before Maria Elena had a chance to respond, the committee chairman addressed her again. Cecilia translated: "He wants you to turn around and present your butt. They're gonna to decide whether or not to postpone your trial." As much as she hated what was happening to her, Maria Elena had absolutely no desire to go on trial any sooner than was necessary. She turned around, showing the committee her badly bruised bottom and the two painful switch marks on her thighs. The committee members talked among themselves and finally addressed Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna. She stood at attention while being spoken to, but as soon as the committee chairman finished talking, her expression relaxed and she saluted. Cecilia told Maria Elena to face the committee and resume the prisoner's stance. She explained what had just happened: "OK, you're in luck. They're gonna delay your trial for two weeks... give you a chance to recover. Everything else will be the same... for example you're gonna have to get a job within three days and all the rules of behavior for a criminal will apply to you." Maria Elena's emotions were in turmoil. As much as she dreaded going on trial and was happy about the delay, she also was dumbstruck that, even without a trial, automatically she was considered a criminal. Essentially it meant that she already had been convicted, and the trial would be nothing more than a formality confirming her status. There was no hope, none whatsoever, that she could get out of her situation. She continued to stand, trembling, and quietly cried while she listened to her Spokeswoman and the committee chairman converse in Danubian. Suddenly Cecilia came to attention and replied "Doc" several times in response to a series of questions from the committee. She saluted the officials before turning to the Spokeswoman to salute her. She touched Maria Elena on the shoulder but told her to remain in the prisoner's stance. "Here's what's going on... the committee has formally awarded provisional custody of you to Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna. That custody will become permanent after you go on trial. Whatever your Spokeswoman tells you to do, you will do. No arguing with her, ever. If you don't like something, talk to me and I'll get you an explanation." Cecilia paused while the committee chairman signed several documents to give to Kim. Once the Spokeswoman and the committee members saluted each other, she quietly continued speaking to the prisoner in Spanish: "There's a problem, and that is that your Spokeswoman doesn't speak any Spanish and you don't speak any Danubian or English. That leaves me to do all the translating. So, they're gonna allow her to delegate custody to me, whenever it's necessary, so I can take you around the capitol and show you what you need to do. When you learn Danubian, Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna will talk to you directly." The director of the committee suddenly stood up and drew his fist across his chest, indicating that the arraignment hearing was over. Cecilia ordered Maria Elena to kneel. Criminal # 98946 quickly moved forward and knelt next to her. Once her wards were properly kneeling, Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna saluted the committee members, who in turn saluted back. "Criminal # 98946 and Prisoner # 101025, please stand so we can fulfill our paths in life." The two naked women stood up, and with that Maria Elena's arraignment hearing came to an end.

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 7 The children were soon bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen, ready to eat, but the Moss children were all stunned to see their mother naked now as well. What are you doing, mom!? Heather called out, not believing the site in front of her. Dear, the rules here are all the girls have to be naked. Dont be rude and yell like that. Her mother scolded. I didnt know that meant you too. Lilly said, feeling a little better about being naked. Her mother doing it made her relax a little. Yes, Lilly. Ill be going naked as long as you girls are going naked. The woman said, not believing she had agreed to do that. The girls and their brother came over and took a spot at the table. Arent you going to tell them the whole thing, dear. Mr. Moss said smugly to his wife. Yes, I was just getting to that. she said, a little annoyed. All the Larson kids were also taking their seats now, ready to dig into the roast their mother had made. Girls. Your father and I have decided to adopt this rule for our home too. So, from now on, you will both be going naked there, and so will any other girl. WHAT!? BUT MOM! Heather got up, not believing her ears. Sit down, Heather! This is for your own good. Your father and I discussed this thoroughly. But! But MOM! You dont...! Heather. The decision is final. You will get used to it, just like Abbie did. Itll be good for you. And Ill be going naked too. So, dont think I made this decision lightly. NO, MOM! You dont understand... Heather, one more outburst from you, and Ill have your father gave you a spanking! Mrs. Moss was getting really mad at her oldest daughter now. You know, my brother is in charge of me. Abbie spoke up. Really? Mrs. Moss looked over at her mother, who just nodded her head. Well then Heather. Maybe Ill have your brother give you a spanking instead. But the boys... Heather tried to get out one more time. Enough! Blake, take your sister to the living room and give her a spanking please. Make sure its one shell never forget. No! Please! Ill be good! Heather said, getting tears in her eyes. Too late for that, Heather. Youll go and face your punishment. And Blake, youre in charge of your sisters from now on, too. Yes, maam. Blake said, getting up from the table and smiling to himself. He grabbed his older sisters hand to bring her into the living room. Come on, Heather. As Heather passed by Abbie, she thought to herself Karma is a bitch, or maybe thats just me while smiling to herself and taking a bite of her food. I dont know, dear. You really think its wise to have the boy in charge of the girls? Mr. Moss said. You really dont have to worry, Mr. Moss. Adam has helped me so much in such a small amount of time. I think it will be good for Heather. Abbie explained. Adam just smirked at his sisters words, liking this turn of events. Oh yes. It only took a day of Adam being in charge of his older sister for him to really straighten her out. It really works. Mrs. Larson added. What about me? Is Blake in charge of me too, mom? Lilly asked. Well... Yes dear. Blake will be fair. Hes just going to make sure you girls are following the rules and all that. Her mom explained. They could all hear as Heather cried out when the smack made contact with her bottom. You just keep out of trouble and you wont get any spankings like your sister. Ok, mom. Lilly said, feeling a little uneasy about how this whole thing was turning out. I can always offer my services if Blake is too busy. Adam couldnt help speaking up. I dont think... Mr. Moss started to say. Thank you, young man. Its highly appreciated. Ill keep that in mind. His wife interrupted him. Does that mean well have all the rules at our house that are here? Lilly asked. Yes, dear. Every rule here applies at home too. Oh, ok. Lilly said, sure her mother must know about the touching rule, but not brave enough to actually bring it up to her. They were about halfway done eating, when Blake brought Heather back into the room. She was sniffling pretty bad. Good job, Blake. His mother commented, seeing a glimpse of her daughters bright red ass. Blake came and sat down at the table, and Heather was about to sit as well, but her mother stopped her. Oh no. You dont get to eat until everyone else has finished, young lady. Just go and stand in that corner until were done. and she pointed to one of the corners of the room where Heather would be most visible to everyone. Heather went and stood where her mother pointed, rubbing her sore ass a little. Dont touch it. Just stand there and think about what you did. It took another 20 minutes for the others to finish their dinner, and once done, the adults went into the living room for coffee, while the kids went back upstairs. Adam, however, decided to stay behind with the 16 year old while she ate, and wait for his friends to arrive. You look pretty hot like this, you know. Dont talk to me. Heather scowled at him; still upset about the spanking she had received. You and Lilly have almost identical bodies, well besides your pubes, like Timmy said. Adam grinned at the older girl. She just stayed quiet, hoping if she ignored the boy he would go away. Adam reached out and cupped her boob in his hand. What are you doing!? Heather said under her breath. She was too afraid of getting in trouble again to yell or even try stopping him. Adam just kept playing with her boob, making it jiggle and lightly caressing her soft supple skin. Just enjoying the rules. Im glad youre being a good girl now, and letting me touch you. Please, please stop... Heather said, but she was starting to let out little moans, and her nipples were getting erect just like earlier. Oh, all you girls say stop, but then you end up really liking it. Adam grinned at the girl. There was a knock at the back door and Adam got up to answer it. Hey guys! He greeted his two best friends, letting them into the kitchen. Hey Gwen! He said, as the naked girl followed her brother in. Hey Adam! Travis said. Youll never guess what happened earlier. Sure. In a minute though, guys. First, you should say hello to Heather. Heather, get up and let my friends have a look at your naked body. Im eating. Heather said bitterly, with a mouth full of food. Come on. Adam smiled, pulling the 16 year old up by her upper arm. See guys. She looks almost identical to Lilly. Wait til you get a load of her. Cool. Nice bush. Cody said, admiring the naked girls body. Why does everyone keep saying something about my bush? Heather asked, making everyone else laugh. What? Its alright, Heather. Youll get used to the boys talking about your body. Gwen said, coming over and putting her arm around the other girls shoulders. How long have you been naked? Did you walk over here like that? Heather asked the younger girl. Yeah. We just live a few houses down. Its not far. Ive been naked like this since yesterday. At first, I was kinda embarrassed, but now it doesnt really bother me much. Plus, when Trav... I mean, the boys touch me... she looked over at Travis and blushed, who blushed back and smiled. Uh huh. The 16 year old said back, skeptically. Oh, dont look at me like that. I can see youre enjoying this too. and Gwen flicked Heathers hard nipple a couple times. Ahk! Heather called out in surprise. She didnt want to explain to the girl the only reason her nipples were so erect was because of what Adam had just been doing. She couldnt understand why the girl just touched her that way, blushing a bright red. Gwen just giggled at her reaction. What? The rule is ANYONE can touch our bodies. Its fun... Alright. Ill let you finish your dinner. She said, pulling out the chair next to the one Heather had been sitting in, and took a seat. The boys all came over and sat down too, after Heather took her own chair, and they all watched Heather finish eating. She still kept the blush on her face, feeling like the center of attention, surrounded like that. Heather finished eating after a few minutes. Adam came over Ill take care of this. and took her plate over to the sink. Come on. Lets all go upstairs and see what everyone else is up to. Up in the boys room, Abbie and Blake had joined in the twins video game, while Lilly was just sitting on the side. The game was only four players. Abbie had made sure to sit really close to Blake on the floor, leaning her back up against Timmys bed. So, about what you were doing in the back of the van. She whispered to him when there was a lull in the game. Blake gulped a little. What about it? He thought his friend was about to reprimand him. Well, if we get a chance later, maybe we could go hang out in my room. Just the two of us. and she smiled at him. Blake blushed a little, and smiled back. CODY...! Travis! Lilly called out as the two boys came into the room. She never expected to be naked in front of more boys her age. His face went crimson, and she covered her privates with her arms, and spun around. Then she realized that left her butt on display, and in a panic, she spun back around, and put her hands over her butt at the same time, leaving herself visible. She kept panicking like that, not sure what to cover, alternating covering her boobs, her pubic area, and her butt, while she spun herself around in circles. The boys couldnt help laughing at the poor girls reaction, and Adam and Gwen both joined in, coming in behind the two boys. Even Heather started laughing a little at the ridiculous sight of her younger sister. Alright, come on. Abbie got up, snickering a little herself, but tried to calm down the panicking blonde girl. She put her hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. Relax, Lilly. Travis and Cody are just as used to naked girls as Adam. They were with me all day yesterday while I was naked. Yeah, me too. Gwen said, then realized she had never met this girl. Hi, Im Gwen. She extended her hand to the blonde girl. Lilly had calmed down a little, getting over her initial shock, but was still blushing pretty hard. Lilly. she took her hand timidly, still seeing her two classmates checking her out behind the other girls back. Im Codys older sister. I know your sister, Heather, from school. We have a couple classes together. Oh. Lilly responded. Come on, lets go sit over here for a bit, so you can relax. Gwen and Abbie led Lilly over towards Adams bed. Boys, you can give her a little time, right? she asked the boys who were still standing near the doorway. Yeah. Good idea. Lets see what game theyre playing, guys. Adam said, leading the boys over to the other side of the room. The boys all ended up congregated at one side of the room, and the girls the other. Madeline didnt want to be the odd one out, so got up and joined the girls. The boys started whispering with each other, knowing the girls couldnt really hear what they were saying. Man, this is so awesome. Adam commented. I know. Five naked girls. Travis smiled. This is the best! Cody said. It is pretty cool. Blake remarked. ITS AWESOME! Timmy yelled out, causing the other boys to shush him. Not so loud, Timmy. His brother chided. Sorry. Timmy whispered. Oh, check this out. Travis pulled out his phone, handing it to Adam. Oh man! Tanya! Adam looked at the full-frontal picture his friend had pulled up. When did this happen? Earlier today. Theres more. Keep scrolling. Chrissy too!? Adam asked, astonished. Pretty cool huh. Cody said, with a self-satisfied smile on his lips. You mind if I send a copy of these to myself? Well... Sure. Just dont send them out or anything. Tanya said shed kill me if those got out. Yeah, alright. Adam handed Travis his phone back after sending the message. Can I see? Blake asked. He didnt really know the girls being talked about, but naked girls were naked girls. Yeah. Here. Travis handed the older boy his phone. But you cant have a copy. I dont really want Tanya mad at me. Blake took a minute to look at the pictures, and then handed the boy his phone back. Thanks. Blake realized it was dumb to be looking at pictures when there were real live naked girls right in the room with them. You havent even told him the best part. Cody said. While Travis had his phone out, he took the opportunity to snap a few more photos of the girls, paying particular attention to Lilly and Heather. He was getting pretty good at being covert about it. Blake didnt even notice sitting across from him. You tell him. Travis smiled up at his friend, before putting his phone away. Ok. Cody said excitedly. So, first the girls danced. Naked. It was awesome. And then I said Travis was really good at playing with pussy, and Travis said we both were. So, Tanya wanted to see, so she asked me to play with her, and told Travis to play with Chrissy. Cool, man. Howd you do? Adam asked. I made her cum. Cody said proudly. But thats not even the best part. After we did that. Tanya offered us blowjobs. Really? Adam asked, astounded. Whats that? Timmy asked, having heard the term before, but not sure what it really meant. Thats when a girl puts your thing in her mouth and sucks on it. Travis explained. Eww. Why would a girl do that? I dont know. But it feels pretty great. Cody said, with an ecstatic smile on his face. Yeah. Gwen gave me one too. Travis said with his own smile. Yeah. Well Tanya and Chrissy both gave me one. Cody said, trying to get one up on his friend. Uh, but arent you guys worried the girls are going to get you in trouble. Were not supposed to show them out privates, guys. Remember? Adam reminded his friends. Dont worry about it. They said theyd keep it a secret. Besides, thats why I took these pictures. A little bit of insurance in case the girls try to rat us out. Huh. Good thinking. Adam commended his friend. Maybe we should get some pictures of the new girls here. Just in case. Way ahead of you, man. Travis clued his friend in, holding up his phone. Across the room, the naked girls were having their own conversation. What do you think they are saying? Heather asked. Oh, theyre boys. What do you think? Gwen said, merrily. Nothing good, I bet. Abbie chuckled a little. How are you doing, sweetie? she asked Lilly. Alright now. I think. she answered back. I just got a little overwhelmed is all. I wish they wouldnt keep looking over here. Heather commented. God, they keep staring. Yeah, I see you! Heather called out, but the boys weren't paying attention. Gwen laughed at the older girl. Do you really blame them? I mean, were all naked. Yeah, well I bet they wouldnt like it if they were naked. Heather pouted. Dont go down that line of thinking. Abbie tensed up. I dont know. Travis and Codys things are pretty cute. Gwen commented, and then covered her mouth, realizing what she had just said. Youve seen Codys thing? Lilly asked, perking up. Oh yeah. Im his older sister. It was a really long time ago. Gwen tried to cover. No, come on. You said you saw Traviss too. Abbie eyed the older girl. Spill it. Oh, alright. Ill tell you, but you guys have to promise to keep it a secret. The other girls all nodded their heads, so she continued. Earlier today, my friends and I gave Travis and Cody a blowjob. You gave your brother a blowjob!? Heather asked, appalled. No! My friend Tanya did. I gave one to Travis. She said, getting a dreamy look in her eyes. Whats a blowjob? Madeline asked. Thats when you suck on a boys thing. Abbie explained to her younger sister. Eww! Why would you do that!? Madeline said, disgusted. Its fun. Gwen explained. You know how it feels good when a boy plays with your girl parts? Yeah. Well boys can feel the same way when their things are touched. And it feels really good for them when a girl sucks on it. Oh. The 10 year old considered what she was just told, and then said, But I thought the boys werent supposed to show us their things? Hey, yeah! Abbie said, feeling vindicated. Well, we promised to keep it a secret. Gwen explained. Why would you do that? This is your chance to get them in trouble. I dont know. I dont really want to get them in trouble. It was fun. And did you forget? They have those naked pictures of us your mom took yesterday. That shut Abbie up about it. Why would your mom take naked pictures of you? Heather asked, not believing her ears. Because she thinks its perfectly natural for girls to be naked. I mean, you saw her. Yeah, I saw her. My mom too. This whole thing stinks. Heather pouted again, folding her arms under her breasts. Thanks for bringing up your brother being in charge of you by the way. Abbie just shrugged her shoulders, giving the girl a half smile. You think C... The boys would let us see them too? Their things? Lilly asked, blushing some at her flub and some at bringing that up. Theres only one boys name that starts with a C sound here. You have a crush on my brother, Lilly? Gwen gave the girl a discerning smile. No! I was just going to say Cody and Travis, but then I remembered Adam was here too. What about that other boy? What was his name? Blake? Hes our brother. I dont really want to see his thing. Lilly scrunched up her nose. I saw it. Abbie said, and then blushed really hard at revealing her own secret. Really? Now its your turn to spill it. Gwen said, smiling at the younger girl. Well, theres not much to tell. We went for our jog, She looked over at Lilly and then after, he took me behind the garage at your house and offered to get me off again. And then I offered to do him, just before we came in. Again? Heather asked. How many times has he done it? Just twice. Abbie blushed. Do you like my brother? The blonde asked. Yeah... I guess I do. Hes the only one whos been really nice to me since I started going naked. But Ive always really liked him. I guess I was just too afraid to say anything. Abbie admitted. Wow, you know he likes you too, right? Lilly gushed. Really? Abbie asked, doubtfully. Yeah. Heather spoke up. He always going on about you. Its always Abbie this, Abbie that. Abbie is the best... I dont know. That could just be about track stuff. Abbie said, trying to deflect. No, really. He does. I heard him say it on the phone a couple weeks ago. You should ask him out. Lilly said, confidently. Out... Abbie said, taking a look down at her naked body. Back on the other side of the room. You took pictures of my sisters!? Blake was getting a little mad. Relax. Its just insurance. Travis told the older boy. Yeah. In fact. Travis, you should send those pictures to Blakes phone. Just in case he needs to keep his sisters in line too. And send him the pictures of Abbie and Gwen too. Alright. Travis said, pulling his phone back out. Whats your number? Its... Here, Ill put it in. Blake said, taking the phone from the boy. Why did you say to send the pictures of Abbie and Gwen, Adam? Travis asked, while the older boy was busy with his phone. I just thought he might like them. Adam shrugged and smiled. Blake finished sending the photos to his own phone, and handed it back to Travis. Hey! The pictures are gone! Thats right. Theyre my sisters. Until I can be sure I trust you, I dont want you taking naked pictures of them. Understand? Blake said, intimidating the younger boy. Are they all gone? Adam asked. No, just the ones I took of Lilly and Heather. Travis explained. Alright. Relax, Travis. Ask the guy next time before taking pictures of his sisters. Adam smiled, hoping to keep the peace. How about we go have some fun? Im sure Lillys had enough time by now. Yeah. Cody said, getting an excited smile. Sounds good to me. Travis commented. I love playing with the girls girl parts. Timmy said, getting a big grin on his face. Thats what you mean. Right Adam? Yeah. Exactly right, Timmy. What do you say, Blake? Wanna have some more fun with my sister? Or one of the other girls? Its up to you. Adam gave the older boy a knowing look. Alright, but no one touches Lilly. Oh, come on, Blake. Therere five boys, and five girls. Someones gotta get Lilly. Fine. Blake hmphed out. But it cant be you. He gave Adam a scowl. Alright. Adam just smiled. Why dont we just let the girls choose? The boys all nodded in agreement, so Adam led the boys over to speak with the girls. Girls. Since youve all been so good today, we thought wed give you a little reward. Whats that? Abbie eyed her brother suspiciously. We thought Itd be fun for you girls to choose who you wanted to play with you today. Well, I dont... Abbie started to say. Ill take Cody! Lilly said, excitedly. Cody blushed and looked at the blonde girl in astonishment. The girls all looked at her, dumbfounded, and then at each other. Travis! Gwen called out quickly, before anyone else could say anything. Blake! Abbie called out herself, blushing pretty hard, but smiling at the boy. I guess Ill take Adam. Heather grumbled. It was either him, or the 10 year old, she thought. Alright! Come on, Timmy. Madeline said excitedly, grabbing her brothers hand. They all spread out to a corner of the room, each with their partner. So... Cody said, not really sure how to start. The two had ended up getting one of the beds. Lilly was a little nervous as well. So... Can I play with your boobs? Cody spit out. Oh... Yeah... Lilly blushed, sticking out her chest for the boy. Cody hesitantly reached out and made contact with one of her boobs, just feeling the softness of her skin. Ooh. Lilly breathed out a little. Cody smiled at her. Now Ill touch your nipples. He circled one of his fingers slowly around her areolas, until he reached her hard nipples, and lightly caressed them with his fingertips. Oh... That feels so nice. Cody could see a noticeable flush on her cheeks. He started pinching her erect nipples between his thumb and index finger, still lightly playing with them. Oh yeah. Thats great. She said with a sigh, and closed her eyes. Cody kept that up for a couple minutes, alternating between feeling her up, and playing with her nipples. Then he noticed how the girl had opened her legs up a little. Can I touch you down here? He wanted to be sure Lilly was alright with it, remembering her reaction earlier, and he didnt want to risk getting on Blakes bad side either. Yeah. Lilly blushed hard, but smiled. The boy she had a crush on was actually pleasuring her! Cody slowly ran one of his hands down her body, stopping at her tummy to tickle her a little. Cody! the girl giggled. Then he continued on his way, reaching the girls pubic mound, and felt the outer lips of her pussy a little, letting the girl get used to it. Lilly tensed up for a moment, having never been touched there by someone else. Once she seemed to relax, Cody started slowly running his finger up and down the girls slit, and used his other hand to part her outer lips. Youre pretty wet. Cody commented. You ready for this? Yeah. Lilly sighed out, liking the way Cody was touching her, and then gasped when his finger made contact with her aroused clitoris. Ungh. Cody kept going slow, wanting to make sure everything went just right for the blonde girl. That good? Ohhh... Yeah... Lilly moaned out. She, of course, had played with herself, even imagining a scenario just like this, with Cody pleasuring her naked body, but she never imagined in her wildest deems it would ever really be happening, let alone that it would feel so amazing. Im glad you like it. This is only the second time Ive ever done this. Oh... This is great, Cody! she exclaimed. Cody noticed her opening, and remembering how Tanya had gotten off earlier, repeated the same action on Lilly, sticking his index finger in. He only had to pull it in and out a few times before Lilly got off OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEES! Adam, however, was treating the girls older sister in the exact opposite way, enjoying getting to tease the naked 16 year old girl. So, hows it feel being forced to be naked? Shut up! This is ridiculous! I shouldnt be naked, especially in front of you. The naked girl scowled at him. Of course, you should. All girls should be naked, Heather. Its perfectly natural. Adam smirked at her. As if! She said flippantly, looking away from him. Look around. All the girls are naked here. Even your mom is going naked. Its exactly as it should be. Whatever. Heather rolled her eyes at him. Youre gonna have to get used to it, Heather. Its just the way it is now. Girls go naked. It doesnt even matter where. My house, your house, even outside. And Ill bet in a few days youre going to be loving it too. Heather scowled, vowing to herself to find some way out of this. So, where should we start? He said, rubbing his hands together menacingly, and looking up and down the naked girls body as she stood there. Dont you dare touch me again! She opened her eyes wide. You dont want another spanking for not following the rules, do you? Adam gloated at the naked girl. Do I need to get your brother? No... She looked down at the ground in shame. Then just relax and let it happen. He decided to start with her boobs, feeling them like he had done earlier, making them jiggle a little, and then flicked his fingers back and forth on her nipples, making them stand at attention. Its nice you would choose me out of everyone. Adam grinned at the girl. I didnt really have a choice. Adam pinched her nipples between his fingers, making her moan out. Feels good, doesnt it? he gave her an arrogant smile. So why didnt you choose Timmy? Or was it that you just couldnt resist me? No! Heather moaned even louder. She was trying to resist it, but what Adam was doing was starting to feel pretty good, she thought. I just, I dont know, he just probably doesnt have as much experience with this sort of thing. I doubt he could get me off. Ah. So, you do want to get off. Adam kept the same smile on his face. No! She said, incredulously. Thats not what your bodys saying. I mean, these nipples are soooo hard. And whats this? Adam pushed his hand between her legs, finding her opening, and held it up in front of her face. Youre totally wet, Heather. Just relax and let me perform my magic. I know all about the female body. I know every little button to push. He enunciated his point by flicking his finger on one hard nipple, then the other, then ran his finger up her slit until he reached her hard clit, wiggling his finger on it a bit. OOHH! was all Heather could manage to say, but opened her legs more to let him have access. See. I know exactly what to do. Youre not that good. Heather said, defiantly, but what Adam was doing was really starting to get to her. Uh huh. Adam said, noticing the flush on her cheeks. If Im not that good, you wouldnt mind putting a little wager on it. If I cant get you off, then Ill help convince your mom to let you wear clothes again. But if I can, then from now on you have to do everything I say, no matter what. Heather eyed him suspiciously. Alright, youre on! But you have to get me off before the other girls get off, or I win. Adam stopped playing with her, and shook her hand. Piece of cake. He said arrogantly. When Im through with you, you wont want anyone else in charge of you ever again anyway. and he started rubbing her clit again. Is that all you got? Heather said, starting to breath hard. Oh no. This is nothing. Guess Ill have to pull out the big guns for you. he stuck two of his fingers into her moist hole and started pumping them in and out. Heather jumped a little, starting to get worried. Yeah! she couldnt help whispering out. Thats good huh? Adam grinned at her again. N-No... She tried to lie, but Adam was grazing her g-spot on every thrust. She started really squirming around. Her favorite way of getting herself off was always in her hole, and she couldnt believe the 13 year old had found her weakness so quickly. Oh! I think it is. Adam kept the same grin on his face. Oh yeah...! She called out this time. She couldnt believe she was enjoying being finger fucked by this 13 year old boy. Oh yeah...! she repeated. Oh yeah...! Oh yeah...! Oh yeah...! Thats a good girl. Adam was enjoying the way she was responding; sure he was going to win now. Please...! Heather said, now bouncing up and down on his fingers. Please...! She tried getting it out again. PLEASE...! HARDER...! she finally managed to get out. Adam was happy to oblige, really going to town on the girl now. OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH...! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YEAAAAHHHH! she came, the best she ever had in her life. She almost fell over, but Adam was able to catch her, getting a smug smile again. Ready to go again? He looked around the room, checking to make sure none of the other girls had gotten off yet. Oh, its not really up to you anymore. Is it? and he wiggled his eyebrows at her, while the girl could only slump over, trying to catch her breath. His sister, meanwhile, was enjoying getting much kinder treatment from her brother. So, want to do me again, and then Ill do you. Abbie fluttered her eyelashes at Blake. Ill do you, but I dont think its a good idea if you do me. Oh, humph. Abbie pouted, folding her arms. Dont look at me like that. Youre the lucky one here. I dont get to get off at all. Its just not fair. Its your moms rules. How about this? How about I come over tomorrow after school while your mom is at work? How does that sound? Well... Ok... But promise I get to play with you too. Abbie made a wistful face at him. Blake chuckled. You dont think I want to get off too? You know how hard it is looking at you naked and not running off to jerk it every five minutes? Abbie giggled, and reached her hand over to touch the boys hard member through his shorts. "Yup. Feels pretty hard to me." And she laughed again. "Abbie!" Blake gave an exasperated whisper, looking around the room. Abbie let go, making Blake sigh in relief, but then she looked around the room herself, noticing no one was really paying attention to them, all busy in their own worlds. She slid her hand up his thigh, under his shorts and boxers this time, grabbing a hold of his hard penis. "Ok, I'll do you, and then you can do me." Abbie smiled, having found a way around her mom's rules. Blake was about to protest, but Abbie started moving her hand up and down along his shaft. He looked around the room himself, finding no one looking their way, so just started to enjoy it, saying "I suppose that works." and smiled. I do wish I could see it though. You have a really cute dick, you know. Abbie continued to stroke him. Blake blushed at the brunette girls words. Oh... That feels so good... Abbie? Does this mean...? What? Abbies heart started to race for a different reason. I was just... I was thinking... OH...! I was thinking... OH GOD, ABBIE! Keep it down, Blake. You dont want anyone else to see what Im doing to you, do you? Abbie looked around the room nervously, slowing down a little. Oh... No... Blake tried to keep his moaning down. Oh... Its so good, though. Alright. What were you going to ask? Abbie speed back up. I was... Ung. I was gonna... Ung. Blake was trying his hardest to keep his moaning and grunting quiet. I was... Oh...! Maybe I should tell you later. No, please. Just tell me? The girl begged. Alright. Abbie... oh. Abbie... ahh. Abbie... uhng. ABBIE WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME!? Blake yelled, cumming in his shorts. YES! Abbie grabbed him in a tight hug, planting a big kiss on his lips. On the other side of the room, Gwen and Travis were having their own fun. I was wondering, if you wanted, would you try doing what you did to Chrissy? Gwen blushed at her request. What do you mean? The boy asked, not really sure what she meant. You know. When you, uh, you used your mouth, you know? Gwen blushed even harder. Ohhh. Tavis said, understanding now. Then he blushed himself. You really want me to do that to you? Uh, yeah... it looked like fun. Alright. He smiled at her. Lie down on your back. Gwen got down on the floor, on her back like he said. Just go slowly, ok? Sure. No problem. Travis got down on the floor himself, laying down in between her legs. Ready? He looked up at her. Yeah. Gwen answered, not completely sure herself. Travis made one long lick up the length of her slit, asking. Hows that feel? It felt funny. Good, but funny. Keep going. She smiled down at him. Travis repeated the same action, but this time left his tongue on her clit, wiggling it a little. Gwen let out a small moan. That feels good. Travis smiled back, then repeated the action again, three more times, making Gwen moan out louder with each consecutive lick. OH! YEAH! THATS AWESOME! Travis went to do the move again, but his tongue ended up slipping into her hole a little. OoOooOhHHhhh! Gwen exclaimed as she wasnt expecting it. You ok? Yeah! Do it again! Gwen was smiling from ear to ear. Ok! Travis grinned, then stuck his tongue in, wiggling it around this time. AAHAHHAH! Gwen writhed around in pure bliss. Travis started alternating, licking her clit for a few seconds, then driving it into her moist hole, and wiggling it good. Oh, ohh, ohhh, OHHHHH! He kept it up as long as he could, and just when he thought his tongue would fall off, she finally came. YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS! Timmy had become quite the expert in regards to his twin sisters parts the last couple days, and Madeline was happy she had gotten her brother in the draw. He was already playing with her little clit, and now Madeline knew even more about her body from her older brothers actions earlier. You should stick your finger in here too. and she pointed to her hole. Ok. Timmy smiled, following his sisters request. Gwen said boys can feel just as good from rubbing their things. Have you ever tried that? No. I didnt know that. Timmy answered, with a little astonishment. Yeah, she said she put Traviss thing in her mouth. Oh yeah, I heard about that. Cody told us. He called it a blow job. Yeah! Would you like to try that sometime? Ill keep it a secret, since youre not supposed to show me your boy parts. Timmy blushed a little at the thought of showing his privates to his sister. I dont know, Maddie. Come on. Please? I promise mom will never find out. Itll just be a secret between you and me. Like when you made that hole in the wall and I didnt tell mom you did it. Oh... Ok. Sure. GREAT! Madeline came then, thinking about what itd be like to see a boy naked. Well do it tomorrow when we get home from school. It was now Abbies turn to get off at the hands of Blake. Blake had her lie down on her back, telling her. Alright. you just relax. I want the first time for you while were going out to be really special. Itll be special just because its you. Abbie blushed up at him. Aww. Blake said, opening her legs a little. At least this time were not doing it with an audience. Abbie sighed, as he started playing with her clitoris. And not forced to do it by your brother either. How about down here? He said, putting his finger up against the entrance to her vagina. Do you like having something in here too? Im not sure. Ive never really tried. You want me to try? Abbie nodded her head, so he pushed his finger in, making her moan. Youve never tried? Like never ever? Not even when youre playing with yourself? No... I, uh, havent ever really done that. Never put anything in your hole, or never played with yourself? Never played with myself... Abbie whispered out. What! Why not!? I dont know... Its just always seemed dirty to me. Plus, I share a room with my sister, and a bathroom with her and my brothers. Where would I do it? No wonder youre so uptight. Uptight! I am NOT uptight! Abbie, look at the way youre clenching your hands. Abbie looked at her hands, relaxing them, and blushed. Im just saying, you always kinda seem to be putting off a vibe of hostility. And I think a lot of people think of you as arrogant. I know better, but not everyone knows you like I do. Yeah... Especially now. Abbie giggled. Alright, Ill try to stop being so uptight and hostile... but I am better than most other people. Abbie joked. Blake laughed. See, I know youre joking, but I bet most people wouldnt. Now that she had relaxed a little, Blakes manipulations were starting to have a more profound affect. Oh! That feeling good? Yeah... So, what do you think about these rules, really? Oh...! I guess theyre not all bad, really. I mean... AH! Im kinda getting used to being naked now. And... UH! Im really enjoying this... I really just wish... MMM! That I had a choice about it, is all. OOH! Besides when Lauren showed up, how did you like running naked with me? I was surprised... AH...! That no one really... OOW! Said anything about it. Yeah, me too. But... Ah Ah...! It was kinda fun in a way. You looked really cute you know, in just your shoes and with your hair up. Ive never seen anything sexier. OOOHHH! Are you coming jogging with me again tomorrow morning? Abbie started cumming at that, thinking about being naked out in public again. Ah, Ahh, Ahhh! AAAAAHHHHHHHH! When she recovered, she sat up, and then blushed hard, noticing everyone in the room had been watching her for some time. She had been the last girl to cum. She didnt get a chance to answer Blake, as Adam spoke up. So, did everyone have fun? He looked around the room, seeing the satisfied looks on all the girls faces. Heather rolled her eyes at him. Yeah. Lilly answered bashfully. Oh yeah! Gwen smiled big, looking over at Travis. Always! Madeline exclaimed. It wasnt bad. Abbie said, as Blake helped her up, not ready to admit to her brother how much fun she was really having yet. Thats great. Adam said, walking over to stand in front of his older sister. I had another idea for some fun we could have today, since we have enough people here. I thought we could all go play a full game of basketball. Oh, not again! Abbie complained. After the way Adams friends had treated her in the game yesterday, she was sure she didnt want to go through that again. Come on, Abbie. Its going to be lots of fun. and he tickled her tummy, making her giggle. Thats the spirit. You had fun yesterday, right? Where are we going to play? Heather asked, getting really worried. Out back, of course. We dont have a court in the house. Adam grinned at the older girl. If you think... but Adam gave her a look. Heather sighed, saying Fine, Adam. Youre in charge. Adam stood in front of her now. Cheer up, Heather. and he started tickling her sides. This is going to be so much fun for you. Just think, you get to be outside completely naked. Thats pretty exciting, isnt it? Heather giggled uncontrollably, trying to squirm out of his reach, but she ended up against the wall. PLEASE STOP! You gonna be a good girl and come play basketball with us? YES! PLEASE! ILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! Adam stopped tickling her. Good girl. What are the teams going to be? Cody asked, smiling, remembering the game from yesterday. I thought wed play shirts versus skins. Adam smirked. Of course, this might be the first time in history that girls are playing as the skins, and he laughed at his own joke. The other boys all joined in the laughter, and even Gwen started giggling. How long are we going to play for? she asked. Lets just say first to 50 wins. Adam answered. Ok, so 5 boys versus 5 naked girls. Travis grinned. Lilly was getting nervous again. I dont know about this, guys. Outside? Lilly, you really dont have to worry. Girls are allowed to be outside naked. Right, Blake? You went with Abbie for that run earlier, and she was naked the whole time. Adam tried to reassure her. Thats true. Blake smiled over at Abbie. And you were outside when we came over here, Lilly. But that was only for a minute. Lilly reminded her brother. What if someone sees me like this? It doesnt matter if anyone sees you like this. Adam explained. Youre not showing anything inappropriate, and you look really beautiful like this anyway. Right guys? Right! Cody answered, grinning at the naked blonde. So, theres nothing to worry about. Adam said. Now lets go play some basketball! and he started leading everyone down the stairs, the boys all delighted, and the girls each their own mixture of nervousness and excitement.

The Girl at the Bus Stop by alan14 Copyright© 2021 by alan14 Chapter 37 Back home Katie took Lia upstairs, the rest of us convened in the kitchen. “Do I phone Helen now or tomorrow?” I asked as I put the coffee on. “I think Lia’s bewildered enough, she can meet Helen tomorrow,” Jenny replied. “I want to speak to her now,” Belle said, “I want to tell her we’ve got another sister, or is she just Katie’s girlfriend?” “That’s a good point, she’s not a sister because we’re not going to adopt her. I think we’ll let Lia decide who she is once she’s got used to us all. On the subject of Helen, go on Belle, phone her, but say we think she needs a quiet night.” Belle put her phone on speaker and dialed. “Hi Belle, what’s up, are you excited about school tomorrow?” “Hi Aunty Helen, I really am, but I’m more excited about something we did today?” “What have you done?” “We’ve found a new sister...” “What!” “Well. she might not be a sister, we’re not sure yet. We’ve found Lia, and she’s taken over your room.” “That really isn’t my room anymore,” she laughed, “but seriously, is she ok, do you need me to talk to her?” “We think she’s fine at the moment, Katie’s helping her settle in, if you know what I mean, we’re leaving them alone for a while.” “Interesting, so you’re going to be just two to a room from now on.” “For the foreseeable, yes.” “We’re going to let events take their course,” Jenny added, “if you’re free, you can pop round to see Lia tomorrow. She was a little wary of our motives this afternoon, so we’re taking it easy.” “Of course, I’m a little overpowering at the best of times. Unless you tell me otherwise I’ll pop round tomorrow evening.” “Is that Helen?” Katie called from the stairs. “Yes, she’s on the phone,” Belle replied. “Don’t hang up, we’re coming.” “Ahh, Katie and Lia are coming, shall we switch to Zoom?” “That’s a good idea, call me when you’re ready.” Poppy grabbed the nearest iPad, and once we were all in view of the camera Belle started the call. “You’ll love Helen, she’s Alex’s sister, she’s really clever, a therapist and a model.” “Interesting combination,” Lia replied. As Helen answered Poppy moved the iPad forwards so only Lia was in view. “Hey Lia, I’m Helen, the girls sometimes call me Aunty Helen, but just Helen is fine.” “Hi Helen, I’m Emily, Emily-Mae Jackson, but I prefer Lia.” “I’m very happy to meet you. I don’t know if anyone’s told you about me, I’m Alex’s little sister. I used to be a model, Belle and Poppy have my photos if you want to look, I’m not embarrassed about my past, well, I’m not embarrassed about all of it. Everyone makes mistakes now and then, the trick is to learn from those mistakes and not make them too many times. I’m here if you need me, I only live down the road and am happy to come running if you need someone to talk to.” “Thank you, Katie says our room is also your room, if you need it we’ll happily bunk with Poppy and Belle.” I saw Belle smile when Lia said ‘our room’. “And I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to bunk with you. I won’t tell you too much now, but bedroom arrangements are always flexible in that house.” “Katie hinted at something, and that’s something I need to talk to someone about.” “In person?” “Well, not in front of the whole family anyway.” “Ok, give me 10 minutes. Alex, open a bottle of wine.” The screen went blank. “Err, have I just made her come here?” “Don’t worry, this is what she does. She’s the only reason we’re still sane, or at least partly sane.” Belle dashed over to the wine fridge and pulled out one of Helen’s bottles, “while you chat I’ll start on dinner, does anyone have any requests?” “You did enough cooking last night,” Poppy replied, “why don’t we get a takeaway.” “I don’t mind cooking, honest. I love it.” “We know you do,” Poppy told her, “but tonight I want you to relax, and we’re having an early night. You don’t want to be tired on your first day at big school.” “Yes mum,” Belle said, not quite dripping in sarcasm as she wrapped her arms around her sister. Then she turned to Lia, looking at her new sister with her chin resting on Poppy’s head, “it’s your choice Lia, takeaway, or pick something for me to cook for 7 people.” “7 people?” “Yep, I’ll be feeding Helen, it’s the only reason she comes really, because she has to eat veggie at home, but she eats meat here when her girlfriend isn’t about.” “Hahaha, I like that. So Helen’s gay as well, is it just Alex and Jenny who are straight?” “What makes you think I’m straight?” Jenny replied with a very salacious smile. Lia grinned, “so what Katie hinted at before is true?” “Before I confirm or deny anything, what did Katie tell you?” “That you all sleep together, well, Katie sleeps with all the girls, Poppy and Belle sleep with Alex sometimes.” “Don’t forget Helen,” Belle said. “She sleeps with everyone,” Poppy added. “Everyone!” Lia cried, “Even Alex?” “It was an accident the first time,” I started to defend myself. “If you’re all happy I guess it’s fine.” “It’s our secret though,” Poppy told her, “nobody else knows.” “I guess it would be awkward to explain, anyway your secret is safe with me, especially if I feel like joining in some time - which isn’t guaranteed.” “And is definitely not required, or even expected,” Jenny told her. “Thanks, I appreciate that. After I’ve spoken to Helen, I think I’ll tell you my story, if I feel ready,” then she turned Belle, “and I’ve made my decision, Chinese please, kung-po duck with fried rice if they have it.” “Excellent choice,” Jenny said, “one of my favourites.” I reached for my phone, “I’ll order a banquet and make sure they include that.” Helen came in as I was ordering, “we’re ordering Chinese, can you stop,” Belle asked as she entered the kitchen. “I’ve had dinner already, but I’m sure I can squeeze in a couple of spring rolls,” she answered before turning to Lia, “hi Lia, I’m so happy to meet you, Katie was right, you are so very pretty aren’t you, shall we go in the lounge so we can talk in private.” Lia followed Helen into the lounge, Katie watched them until the door closed, “I hope she’s OK.” Poppy gave Katie a powerful hug, “hey, she can’t be worse than I was, and Helen’s gone a long way to fixing my head, and you helped more than you could possibly imagine. I can’t see why the same team won’t be able to fix anything that troubles Lia.” “You’re so much stronger than everyone else...” “I think it’s more that I was too stubborn to die, I just wanted to teach the bastards a lesson by not dying.” “Don’t put yourself down Poppy, you’re virtually indestructible.” “Whatever, Lia will be fine with you by her side.” “Mmm, on a slightly related note, what about tomorrow at school, can I pretend to be your girlfriend? I don’t want any rumours or gossip.” Poppy kissed Katie hard on the lips, they gasped as they pulled apart after a few moments, “you don’t need to pretend Katie, you’re still my girlfriend as far as I’m concerned, and you’re still Belle’s girlfriend.” As if on cue, Belle ran up and slid between them, standing on tiptoes she kissed Katie, a long kiss that had their arms roving over each other’s bodies. Poppy walked to the plate cupboard, “well, one of us needs to set the table, the chef and kitchen porter seem to be too busy...” she sighed. Jenny got up to help, “it’s ok mum, I’m only kidding, I can handle it ... Oh, we’ve still got the posh cutlery from next door, we’d best take everything back after school tomorrow.” “I’ll do it with Lia in the morning.” “Ahh, but what about the lady at number 16, Theresa was it, I don’t think you should be going there. We’ll do it straight after school before we do our homework.” “Thanks honey, always looking out for me.” “Ahh,” Poppy laughed as Belle arrived and took some plates off the worktop, “you’ve finished snogging Lia’s girlfriend finally.” “You said she was still our girlfriend...” Belle pouted. Poppy kissed Belle’s forehead, “she is, and I hope she never stops being our girlfriend.” “So do I,” Katie agreed as she opened the cutlery drawer, “only an idiot would lose you two.” Ten minutes later Lia and Helen emerged from the lounge, Belle gave them both a glass of wine. “I don’t drink,” Lia whispered as she accepted the glass. “We have Coke, and Dr Pepper. and Vimto,” Belle replied. “No, tonight I’ll have this, I suspect I might need a little Dutch courage after we’ve eaten.” “Just so you know, we’re the least judgy people you’ll ever meet. Some of the shit Poppy and Helen have told us would make your hair curl, yet we’ve never stopped loving them.” “Mmm, I’d quite like curly hair.” “I think you’re going to fit in here, Lia.” “I hope so, because I’m a little bit in love with everyone.” “Only a little bit?” Belle asked. “I already loved you Belle,” Lia replied, and she was rewarded with one of Belle’s best smiles. The gate buzzer sounded, Poppy ran for the door as I swiped the app to open the gate. “Oh hey, Neil isn’t it?” Poppy asked brightly when she’d opened the door. “Ahh yes, I knew you’d be staying, Alex is a lucky guy.” “You’re not going to believe how lucky he is,” she replied, “hey everyone, come and say hello to Neil, he brought our takeaway the first night I was here.” We joined Poppy at the door. “This is Jenny, Alex’s fiancée and our mum, this is Belle, Katie and Lia, my sisters, and at the back, that’s Aunty Helen, Alex’s sister. So yes, I did stay, but not in the way you thought.” “Err, I didn’t mean anything by what I said before, honest.” Poppy reached out and took the bags of food and quickly kissed him on the cheek, “it’s ok Neil, I’m only teasing you...” Neil’s mouth dropped open as Poppy kissed him, so Belle slipped a £5 note between his lips and tapped his chin to shut his mouth. “See you later Neil,” the girls called as I closed the door. “That was cruel,” Jenny said as Poppy carried the food into the dining room. “I know, it’s because he sounded a bit sleazy that first night I was here, ‘I bet she’s still here when I come next time’ like dad had pulled me or something.” “He was right though.” “I know mum, that’s what annoys me most, he was right, I’m still here, I was even dad’s girlfriend for a bit, and that sleazy lad knew it before me.” “Are you upset, do you regret sleeping with Alex...” “Good god no, I loved sharing dad’s bed, and I love it even more when you’re both there. It’s just annoying that he knew it before it happened. Now he’s been put straight, we’re dad’s daughters, and he’ll go back and tell his friends ‘you know the guy at number 20, you should see his daughters, gorgeous, every one of them.’ They’ll be fighting to deliver our food.” “That’s brilliant,” Katie cried, “and I loved what you did Belle, that was so cool shoving the tip in his mouth and closing it like that.” “Ok, it’s official,” Lia called out, “you lot are so much fun, I’m staying, that is unless anyone steals my kung-po duck...” Poppy unpacked the bags and laid all the tubs out along the middle of the table, “ok newbie, here’s your food, feel free to help yourself to anything else, Belle eats enough for two people, so I’m assuming dad expected you to be the same and ordered extra.” “It’s a 10-person banquet,” I told them, “with extra spring rolls and pork dumplings.” “See, he’s been through the ‘fattening-up the street kids’ routine before.” The dining room was filled with happy chatter and laughter as we stripped the table bare like locusts, Poppy was right, Lia ate all her kung-po duck and had good portions of beef in black-bean sauce and chicken chow mein. “Holy shit,” Lia groaned as she sat back rubbing her belly, “I don’t ever remember being this full.” “We’ve got ice cream...” Belle told her, “lots of ice cream.” “I don’t even want to think about ice cream right now. I think I’ll have a little walk around the house, then I’ll tell you all my story. Do you want to give me the tour Katie?” Poppy and Belle went to work clearing the table, while we adults took the wine bottles and our glasses into the lounge. “So, what’s the verdict,” Jenny asked Helen as we settled onto the sofa. “Well, she’s not had a great time so far, as you’d expect from someone who’d rather freeze on the streets than go home. Her home life was in many ways worse than Poppy’s. At least Poppy had a mother who kind of loved her, and kept a roof over her head, and made sure she always had food and clothes...” “Oh god!” Jenny exclaimed, “how could Lia’s life be worse than Poppy’s.” “It’s hard to decide what’s better and worse in these appalling situations, and I’m sure neither girl will claim they had it worse when they find out each other’s pasts. “In Lia’s case, her mother disappeared when she was just starting secondary school, 7 or so years ago. No trace has ever been found of her, so we can probably assume she’s dead, and it will become clear who the main suspect is. “Once her mother was out of the picture there was no-one left in the family to protect Lia from her father and older brothers, who proceeded to anally rape her every day until she was finally taken into foster care a couple of years later.” “Holy shit! You said anally rape her, an 11 year old.” “Yes, only ever anally. Possibly because they’re catholics, and didn’t want to use birth control or risk pregnancy. So raping your daughter is fine, but not using birth control, you’ve got to love the twisted logic of god-fearing catholics. “Anyway, she was taken into foster care, and was happy for a few years, until her foster carers took in a second child, and for reasons she can’t quite explain, the relationship with her carers broke down, and social services in their wisdom sent her back home.” “Fuck, why do they do that?” “They felt the instigator of the sexual assaults...” “Rapes!” Jenny cried. “Yes, rapes, but Lia said they used the term sexual assaults, they felt that her oldest brother, Jayden, was the instigator of the ... rapes ... and now he was safely behind bars for killing a prostitute, she’d be safe.” “I’m guessing she wasn’t,” Jenny sighed. “And you’d be right.” “And I’m guessing Jayden is the prime suspect for mum’s disappearance.” “Right again, you should join the police.” “Oh fuck Helen, how is she?” “In the circumstances, she’s remarkably well. She’s spent the last 18 months since she ran away in quiet contemplation. She’s thought long and hard, she’s decided that nothing that happened was her fault, she didn’t invite the attacks, so they’re not her fault. “As crazy as it sounds, this is a huge step, most domestic abuse victims like this are told it’s their fault, and they’re told it so often they start to believe it, they somehow believe that an 11 year old who is anally raped by 4 men in one night is at fault. They’re to blame for flaunting their body. “Well, not Lia, she’s absolutely sure in her mind that she isn’t to blame for anything. “She is also certain that no man is ever going to touch her again, unless she instigates it, and to make sure of that she has studied a number of martial arts techniques. Any man who propositions her will suffer, and she says she has hurt several guys. “Finally, she is still technically a virgin. She’s saving her virginity for Mr Right, and at the moment she is absolutely certain Mr Right does not exist. She told me that she never thought of herself as gay, but she saw how much Poppy loved Belle when they were in the squat, and has been thinking about how tender lesbian love can be, so has decided to give it a try, she has never had lesbian sex, and I think one of us needs to warn Katie to take it slowly.” “I’ll do that,” Jenny volunteered, “put some quiet music on Alex and I’ll round up the girls.” I chose a Tangerine Dream album and set the volume low as Poppy, Belle and Lia arrived. “Mum wanted a word with Katie,” Poppy announced, “I hope she’s not fussing about school tomorrow, we’ve got Belle’s first day all planned.” “Every single minute of my day tomorrow is planned,” Belle sighed as she sat on the floor in front of Poppy, who wrapped her arms around her sister and pulled her in close. “It may seem a bit much, but sometimes girls can be horrible to each other, especially when a girl as stunning as you arrives on the scene.” “What about you, were any girls nasty to you?” “Not that I know of, but it was clear early on that I was with Katie, so I probably wasn’t after their boyfriends.” “So, why can’t people know I’m also your girlfriend?” “Well, it’s probably a bit taboo, having a three-way relationship, and if I’m honest, you’re just too fucking beautiful Belle, even if we do say you’re my girlfriend, nobody will believe it.” “That’s not fair, how can anyone be too beautiful to be gay?” “I’m probably just being too careful, but I’m worried that once the boys see you when they meet their girlfriends after school they’ll pounce on you.” “And I know just where to kick any boy that tries it on.” “I know you can defend yourself Scrappy Doo, but right now I’m trying to avoid trouble, I think we’ve had enough violence for one year.” “Ahh, yes, sorry. It’s not fair, how can I be too pretty?” “Just lucky I guess, well, I’m the lucky one, because you’re my girlfriend.” “And I’m lucky because Wonder Woman is my girlfriend.” Katie joined us and sat with Lia on the second sofa. “Is everything OK,” Poppy asked, “mum wasn’t hassling you about tomorrow?” “Oh no, everything’s fine. Mum wanted a chat about other stuff.” Jenny closed the door and sat between Helen and myself on the sofa. Lia had a sip of her wine, sighed deeply and started. “Ok, so despite knowing me for over a year, Poppy, you know very little about me, and I’ll explain why in a moment. First though, I have to thank you all for taking me in despite knowing almost nothing about me. “So, I’m Lia, I’m 18 and I’m from Wood Green. I have 10 GCSEs. I got the results by telephone as I’d already run away from home before the results came out.” “What grades did you get?” Balle asked. “I got 9’s in Maths, English Lit and Physics, 8’s in the rest.” Belle turned to face Poppy, “I told you she was clever didn’t I.” “How did you know I’m clever?” “You always listened so well, and you always looked like you understood everything we talked about, no matter what the subject. When you did speak you always told really good stories.” Lia looked at Belle as if she might know more of her secrets, “you’re pretty smart yourself, Belle.” This caused Belle to blush brightly, and she buried her face in Poppy’s arms. “I’m not sure if this is a good story, but it’s true. So, I’m the youngest of 4, my three brothers are 8, 7 and 5 years older than me, I suspect I was a mistake. My dad and brothers always made me feel like I was in the way, that I wasn’t worthy. To them females are only useful for two things, housework and sex. Mum disappeared about a week after I started high school.” Poppy gasped and automatically pulled Belle closer to her body. “They never found any trace of her, she either escaped the abuse so thoroughly she left no trail, or Jayden, my oldest brother, killed her.” “Why him in particular?” Helen asked. “He was the worst of them, and he killed a girl later, he’s in prison now, hopefully forever. So, yeah, as soon as mum was out of the way I was the only female left in the house with four men, so I got whatever she was getting, which was many bruises, a couple of broken ribs, a broken arm and fucked in the arse every single night.” “Oh fuck...” Poppy whispered. “So this went on for a few years. I went to school every day, I hid my bruises, even my broken ribs, I wrote a note for myself to skip PE, I always had good writing, the PE teacher thought it was from my dad. I didn’t make any friends, how could I? I couldn’t go to their house to play, they couldn’t come to mine, so not having friends was safest. “Other kids thought I was weird, some called me a freak, some tried to bully me, but whatever they said and did was nothing compared to what my own family did to me, bullying just didn’t work, so they gave up and ignored me. “I did my homework in the library after school and kept my books in my locker, then I’d go home to whatever fresh hell awaited me. “Ironically, it was when Jayden broke my arm that things improved. They all got pissed afterwards, so I left the house and walked to the 24 hour emergency walk-in clinic down the road. The doctor there was lovely, she saw my bruises and made me strip, she cleaned me up properly, marked all my injuries on a chart, then she fixed my arm up as best she could and phoned for an ambulance to take me to hospital where they put my arm in a cast. Then the social workers came and took me to a family who looked after me. The months that followed were the first time I ever remember being happy. I was there for a couple of years, until after I’d finished my GCSEs, then for some reason they sent me away. I don’t know what happened, we’d always got on so well. “Anyway, social services put me in a home for a few weeks, then the worst thing that could possibly happen, happened. “Jayden killed a girl, a prostitute, he beat her to death with his fists. “So social services decided he was obviously the one who abused me, therefore the rest of the family were fine, and so they sent me back. “They were so very very wrong. I didn’t even wait for the abuse to start again. As soon as the social workers left I legged it out of the back door and ran away.” Everyone was silent, letting Lia’s story sink in. Belle broke the silence, “you seem so calm, why aren’t you angry?” “Because I’ve spent the last 18 months thinking. My first few months on the streets were spent working out what happened to me. Whether I could have done anything differently. Who was to blame... “I eventually realised that I did everything I could to minimise the abuse, this didn’t amount to much, as the slightest infraction could trigger a beating. So I toed the line, did everything they demanded, and stayed silent while they raped me. I was 11 for fucks sake, Jayden was 19, dad was 6 foot 5, what could I do to stop them?” “I was fucking raging, right up to the point my mum died in my arms, and my treatment was nothing compared to yours. Why are you so calm?” “That’s down to the next few months. Once I was sure nothing was my fault I started to read. I spent days, weeks, months in libraries, reading everything I could find in books and online, interviews with abusers, with abuse survivors, interviews with serial killers, everything I could find to try to understand what happened. “Then I started to read about meditation, contemplation, and deep thinking. It’s surprisingly easy to park yourself in the corner of a tube station and slip into a deep trance and think about your place in the world. “After a few months of this deep contemplation I worked out that negative energy was useless, dangerous even. It just leads to a spiral of despair that helps nobody except the abusers, they’re making the victim’s life hell even after they’ve stopped the abuse. “I decided that the best way forward for me was to forget everything, it’s the past, nothing I can do can make my past better, so stop thinking about it. Never forgive them, no fucking way, but I put them out of my mind and from that point on my life has just gotten better and better, I’m at peace with the world and almost everyone in it. “And then today happened, and this extreme good fortune has given validation to all the work I’ve done on myself these past 18 months.” Again, we were silent for a few moments, this time Helen broke it. “I’ve never met anyone like you outside a monastery. I visited one here and one in Nepal as part of my psychology studies. I wanted to talk to people who’d reached inner peace through meditation.” “I had to, or I’d have burnt up with anger.” “Don’t you want them to pay?” Poppy asked. “What can I do? Who’d believe me? And seriously, I don’t want to spend weeks in court being accused of leading my brothers on. I was fucking 11 years old, but I’ve read court transcripts where lawyers have accused even younger girls of leading their fathers and brothers astray.” “There’s other ways to make them pay,” Jenny said quietly. “But ... you’re the police.” “And that’s why I know everything you’ve just said is true. Taking this to the police would just mean your life is dragged through the dirt.” “So what do I do?” “Nothing, beyond giving Jeremy permission to wreak vengeance on them.” “No, I don’t want anyone else involved. I’ve told you because you deserve to know who you’re taking on, nobody else needs to know.” Poppy nodded slowly, “I respect that, I really do.” “Besides, the last I heard, my other two brothers were in prison, one for raping a little girl, and I understand people like that don’t get treated well inside.” “Well, that’s something,” Jenny sighed, “I just hate that your dad is getting away with treating you and your mum so appallingly.” “He’ll suffer for what he did, I can guarantee that, he’s Catholic, and when he’s getting close to death he’ll shit himself, because he’ll know damn well he won’t be off to the good place.” “I love how at peace you are,” Belle said quietly, “I think we can all learn from you.” “I’m happy to help, there’s no major secret really, it’s not like the mystics in films who fast for days to achieve enlightenment, anyway they’re most probably hallucinating due to hunger, and we’ve all done that a few times, it’s not enlightenment, it’s starvation. “There’s something else I need to say before we turn in for the night. Something I need to thank Katie for in particular.” “What’s that?” Katie asked. “You were the first person to show me any affection since my mum disappeared, the first person to kiss me in years, and that’s something I’ll never forget. “Thank you, all of you, for being awesome.” “Do you mean that no-one had even hugged you? Not even the foster family?” Katie asked. “They were lovely people, but they weren’t loving, if you know what I mean. I always wondered if they worried that because I’d been raped I’d react badly to human contact, but they were so wrong, I wanted a hug more than anything in the world.” Katie threw her arms around Lia, and that was all she needed for the dam to break and the tears to come. Katie held her new girlfriend as she cried silent tears into her jumper. We waited patiently for Lia’s tears to dry up, the sudden silence that came with the end of the album brought her around, she sat up and lifted her top to wipe her face. She looked around the room and smiled, “mmm, that was nice, anyway, it’s late and Belle needs an early night apparently. Tomorrow I’ll show you how to meditate.” “I still feel angry at times,” Poppy said quietly, “I know I shouldn’t, everyone’s gone now, I’ve got a really good life now, so why do I lie awake some nights screaming inside?” Helen leant forwards and looked across at Poppy, “because you were treated appallingly for so long, there’s so many horrible things happened to you over the years that you can’t just switch off that anger and forgive everyone.” “That’s totally true,” Lia agreed, still wiping the tears from her cheeks, “you need to close off each hurt one at a time. It took me months to shut all the horrors away. I’ll show you how I did it, it’s not hard, there’s no major secret or anything.” “Yes please, I’d like to stop thinking about a lot of stuff.” “Look at the time,” Jenny announced, “it’s past 10, I think we’ll all turn in.” “And I need to be getting home, Nita’s got an early surgery tomorrow...” “Oh my, I shouldn’t have dragged you out if your girlfriend is going into hospital tomorrow...” “Oh sweetheart, she’s a doctor, she’s performing a minor surgery on someone in the morning.” “Ahh, I see, what kind of doctor is she?” “She’s a dermatologist,” Poppy broke in, “she treated all my bruises with some kind of potion, they all healed, she even managed to make my burns almost disappear.” “You had burns?” Lia asked. “Oh yeah, the time I was kidnapped and raped for three days, the guys decided to use me as an ashtray, I had so many cigarette burns on my boobs and belly.” “Oh god, no wonder you have trouble forgetting, it’s all so fresh and raw.” “Whilst I can’t remember everyone who passed through those few days, all the main players are dead now, and they didn’t die well.” “And it’s true Max killed them all?” “Not all of them, but she certainly put a lot of very bad people in the ground, and my mum...” “Oh my god, I didn’t realise that, I’m so sorry.” “It’s ok, honest, it really is. She was dying anyway, and if Max hadn’t tried to kill her I’d never have seen her again. Nikki would have just been one of the dozens of unidentified homeless people who die every week and are buried without a headstone. Because I spent time with her before she died I managed to learn so much about Nikki, and about my past, and some stuff that had always troubled me started to make sense, and I realised just how evil some people are.” “Did the deaths of those people give you closure?” “Not closure, no, I’m still angry about what they did, and angry that I wasn’t strong enough to fight them off...” Belle turned around on the floor and looked into Poppy’s eyes, “you were strong enough to survive.” “That’s true,” Lia replied, “and let me tell you, I quickly regretted the few times I tried to fight off my brothers.” “It still hurts my pride that I wasn’t able to do some damage to them, even if it would have meant I’d suffer more.” “Maybe I can help you with that as well,” Lia said quietly. “I hope so, and we can help you with the love and affection.” “That’s a fair deal, now I really think we should get to bed so Helen can go home.” “We should, come on Belle, let’s go, is your uniform out?” “Yes, because you put it out on hangers.” “Ahh, of course I did, sorry, I’m more nervous about your first day than I was about mine.” “It’ll be fine, I’m really excited, I just hope I’ve not fallen too far behind.” And with that the girls all paraded past, giving each of us a hug and kiss on the way past, Lia paused for a moment, thinking, before she hugged me nervously. Katie gave her hand a squeeze as they left the room. “Holy shit,” Jenny exclaimed after we were sure they were all upstairs, “I’ve honestly never heard anything so bad in all my days, and I’ve had to deal with some truly horrific shit in the past.” “She seems so stable though,” I replied. “That’s what struck me when I spoke to her earlier, she didn’t tell me everything she just told us, but what she did tell me sounded almost like it had happened to someone else, she was so detached. I think her personal therapy has either worked amazingly well, or one day the spell will be broken and we’ll have to deal with the fall-out. Either way, I’m here for her.” Jenny gave Helen a hug, “thanks again for coming to the aid of our waifs and strays.” “Honestly, it’s my pleasure, it really is. I’m learning so much while I’m helping them. And did you see Katie, she’s matured a lot in the last few days, and the look on her face when Lia said she was the first person to show her any love, my heart broke just then. You’ve got four very different girls who slot together perfectly, I feel fortunate to know them.” We watched from the gate until Helen was out of sight, then locked the house up and headed for bed. Upstairs the girls’ doors were ajar with just their nightlights on, we looked in on Katie and Lia, they were lying facing each other, noses touching, Katie whispering something we couldn’t, and shouldn’t hear, we respected our girls’ privacy above all else, we pulled the door closed. “Leave it ajar please,” Lia asked, “I don’t like closed doors.” I left it open a smidge, just enough for Lia to be able to see the nightlight on the landing. We looked in on Poppy and Belle, they were in their usual position, Poppy curled around Belle as big spoon, her arm across Belle and pulling her in close. “Leave our door open please,” Poppy whispered, “I want to be able to hear if Lia is distressed at all.” “Will you miss Katie?” “A little,” Belle replied, “but I’m so happy for them, they’re two of my favourite people, and they’re in love. It makes me all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it.” “Me too sweetie, see you in the morning.” “We love you both,” Poppy whispered, “you’ve saved all our lives, and made us into one big family. Thank you so much.” Jenny blew them both a kiss and crossed the landing to our room. “I’ll leave our door open,” I said as we undressed, “I’m sure they’ll be fine, but just in case.” “They will be fine, Lia is in good hands with Katie.” And they were fine, so fine in fact they all overslept. Jenny woke the girls before she left for work. “Sorry Alex, they’ve overslept, somehow they all left their phones downstairs. Can you make their breakfasts so they don’t go to school hungry.” “Of course, I was going to go to school with them anyway.” “No, don’t do that, let Poppy take Belle, you look after Lia today.” “Ok, I guess Poppy’s in charge of Belle,” I replied as I pulled on yesterday’s clothes. Jenny dashed out of the door as I poured Frosties into bowls and put bread in the toaster. “Shit, shit, shit,” Poppy cursed as she stumbled downstairs, still wrapping her hair into buns, “why did we have to leave our phones down here today of all days.” “You’ll be fine, you’re not late, you’ve got time to eat breakfast.” Poppy was spreading Nutella onto a slice of toast as Belle appeared, she was fully dressed and looked very smart. I admired her as she gave me a twirl. “Lia showed me how to knot my tie, does it look ok?” “It looks great.” “And can you tell I’m not wearing a bra? I’m now feeling paranoid that people will be able to see my nipples.” “You look fine,” Poppy told her as she straightened Belle’s blazer, “you’re wearing a shirt and cardigan, nobody can see your nipples, and I am so sorry I ever made you wear a bra, your boobs are perfectly perky and you don’t need to wear one, ever.” Belle tucked into a bowl of Frosties as Katie dashed into the kitchen, she smeared marmalade onto her toast and ate it whilst pouring a glass of milk. Ten minutes later they were ready, with bags packed and coats on as Lia appeared, fresh from the shower, wrapped in a big fluffy towel. “Call me if there’s any drama,” I told them as they each kissed Lia goodbye. “Stop fussing, we’ll be fine,” Belle admonished me from the gate. “How on earth do parents do this for 18 years?” I asked with a sigh as I closed the door. “I’m not the right person to ask,” Lia replied, not a hint of offence in her voice. “Ahh sorry, it was a rhetorical question. Do you want coffee?” “Is that a real question, or rhetorical?” “Real,” I replied, smiling. “I’d love one. Am I ok getting dressed first?” “Of course, we’re in no rush.” “Great, I’m afraid I’ll have to wear the same clothes as yesterday, my other clothes are dirty.” “It may have escaped your notice, but I’m wearing the same as yesterday, due to being dragged out of bed to feed three tardy and very hungry teenagers.” “Ahh, partly my fault, I kept Katie awake with chatter for a long time, and I think Poppy stayed awake to make sure I was ok.” “Don’t worry about it. What would you like for breakfast?” “Just toast will be fine, I’m still full from last night.” “Once you’re dressed and had your coffee we’ll go shopping, get you some clothes and a laptop and phone for work.” “Oh no, I can’t let you buy me clothes.” “I’ve done it for the others, and you’ll be needing clothes, the two sets of clothes you’ve got definitely aren’t enough.” “I guess, but I get to choose where we shop.” “Definitely, I know absolutely nothing about girls’ clothes shops.” “Perfect.” I poured myself a coffee while Lia dressed, for someone who hates shopping, and especially clothes shopping, I sure was doing a lot of it at the moment. Ahh well, at least the girls had fun, and seeing them happy was all I really wanted.

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 15 Abbie was still in a haze after leaving her principal’s office for the second time that day. Apparently the principal had been fighting on her behalf, or at least on the behalf she perceived the girl to want, as her mother had told the principal that she was now a nudist. Unbelievably, the principal had somehow convinced the school board to allow Abbie to participate in her after school activities in the nude. Now she was slowly making her way through the empty hallways of the school, completely naked, unsure of what to do but head back outside for track practice. The whole thing felt surreal to the girl. The only reason she had even ended up naked that afternoon was because of the little blonde, Lauren. She and a few of her friends on the track team had stripped Abbie naked, and then pushed her out of the locker room door to the outside. Abbie had been forced to run from them, and ended up running directly into her track coach. The coach had sent her to see the principal, where she had learned the distressing news. Abbie had made a new resolution on the way in, one that had cost her to a great extent. She had decided that if she was going to be forced to be nude, then she was going to do it with poise and grace from now on. She had marched confidently through the front lawn of the school to the front entrance, even with a small gaggle of her fellow students there to witness her nudity. The principal had witnessed this as well, from her office window, seeing the determination of the nude girl in the face of such adversity. It convinced her right then that fighting for Abbie’s right to be a nudist on school grounds was of utmost importance. Even now, walking through the hallways of her school without a stitch on, a large part of Abbie wanted to stick with her new resolve. Even if just because it had helped her cope with the unending embarrassment she normally felt while being naked. A million different thoughts were running through her head. Soon she would be facing her track team once again, naked. A little shiver went up her spine particularly when she thought about the little blonde bitch who had caused all of this today. Before her anger could even start building, she was interrupted by a voice behind her. “Abbie? Abigale?” “Miss Honey?” Abbie abruptly stopped, slowly turning to come face to face with one of her teachers from last year, the 7th grade health teacher. “Abbie, are you alright?” The young woman asked, looking the nude girl up and down with concern. Instinctively, Abbie wanted to cover her nakedness, embarrassed to be seen by another person like this. Soon however, the tingling sensation in her nether region returned, reminding her of the walk she had made just minutes ago at the front of the school. She stood up straight, repressing any feelings of shame, her new determination fully overtaking her for the moment. “Yes, I’m perfectly alright.” Abbie replied. “I’ve recently become a nudist, and the school is now allowing me to participate in all after school activities in the nude.” “I see.” The teacher said, “How long have you been a nudist?” “For a few days. It’s kinda a long story. It was my mom’s idea originally.” “Really? Your mom? I’d love to hear all about it if you have the time.” “Actually, I was just on my way back to track practice.” Abbie pointed back over her shoulder. “Well then might you be able to hear me out for a request? It will only take a minute.” The woman said, giving the naked girl a bright smile. “Sure.” Abbie followed her into her classroom, wondering what her former teacher could want with her. The teacher clicked around on her computer for a bit, until her printer started spitting out pages. “I’ve sent a few of these form letters out to some of my previous students' parents the last few weeks, but I haven’t received very many responses.” The woman picked up the paper, folding it and putting it into an envelope for Abbie. “I’ll just give you the quick version. You can read the form letter later. On Friday afternoon we’re holding a special voluntary class on female sexuality. I hadn’t thought of you as a good candidate, because of the views I remember your mother having. As I recall she almost pulled you from my class completely last year. Anyway, if things with her have changed to such an extent, and since you are now a nudist, I think you’d be a perfect candidate to model for the class.” She held out the letter to Abbie. Abbie took the letter, raising one eyebrow in curiosity. “What exactly would I have to do? Who would this class be for?” “You would merely be a living model of the nude female form, just as you are now, and hopefully one of many examples of the progression of puberty. I hope to have a wide age range of other girls, along with a few adult women volunteers as well. Any of the seventh graders who get permission from their parents to attend would observe the class.” “I see.” Abbie looked down at the letter, unsure what she should do. “I’ll think about it.” “Thank you, Abbie. If you do decide to participate, please have your mom sign the permission form and return it to me as soon as possible. And if you can think of any other girls that might be interested and willing to model for the class, please send them my way. ” As Abbie continued her walk back to the locker room, she did have to admit to herself she knew quite a number of girls going naked now. Whether they’d be willing to volunteer for something like that, however, was another matter entirely. She realized volunteering for something like this would go a long way towards proving she wasn’t ashamed of being nude. She couldn’t believe she was actually thinking about participating. Well, she did know if her mother ever caught wind of this, she would probably be forced to do it anyway. Might as well volunteer and get the accolade from her mom for it. While being naked, or thought of as a nudist, hadn’t been her choice, she was becoming determined to show that it did not bother her anymore. Especially to Lauren. She was bound to make it impossible for anyone to ridicule her for being naked anymore. Going back out to the track with a look of total confidence would go a long way in accomplishing that. She began walking with a renewed purpose, breaking free from her stupor and holding her head high again, no longer feeling completely afraid of what the others might say. She put the letter in her gym locker. She was surprised to see all of her clothes, along with her backpack actually placed neatly inside. She figured Lauren wouldn’t have the decency to keep her things safe. As much as she thought about putting her clothes back on right there, her determination forced her to close the locker and latch the lock. As far as she was concerned now, and what everyone else was about to learn, she didn’t need her clothes anymore. She hesitated for just a moment, when her hand reached for the door handle outside. “Ok, Abbie.” She spoke to herself, a bit skeptical even of her own voice. “It’s no big deal. The principal’s given you permission. She wouldn’t have done that if it wasn’t alright. They’ve already seen you anyway, so there’s really no reason to worry.” She said, trying to psych herself up. “And they can’t make fun of you if it doesn’t bother you! Now get out there and knock them dead!” Heart again full of conviction, she threw the door open and marched out to the track field. The majority of the team was split up, busy practicing their own events. A lot of them were too busy to even notice the naked girl approaching at first. It wasn’t until she arrived at the track that anyone acknowledged her. Lauren and a few other girls were all practicing their sprints together, and were the first to spot the naked girl. Lauren pointed, and they all gave an uproarious laughter, until the coach gave them a look like they better shut up. “Hi, coach.” Abbie addressed the man with a smile, standing at his side, wondering what he must be thinking about this whole situation. Coach Wood just gave the nude girl a stern look, before blowing his whistle, getting everyone’s attention “Alright everyone! Gather 'round for a minute!” He waited for everyone to be close enough before continuing. “As you can all see, Larson has decided to make a change in her life. For those of you that don’t know, she’s become a nudist. She has made a special request, and the school has granted her permission to continue her lifestyle in certain situations. One of those is while she is practicing.” He paused to let the information sink in. "You mean Abbie's going to be naked for track?" One of the boys eventually spoke up with an astonished tone. He looked around at his other teammates with a wide grin on his face at the idea. Everyone else seemed to be just as astonished or excited as he was. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean." The coach responded gruffly, hoping not to lose control of the students. Blake gave Abbie a confused and worried look at the news, but she just nodded her head at him, giving him a half smile. The coach continued, “I don’t expect this will cause any problems for any of you!” He said, forcefully. “Abbie still deserves the same amount of respect we’ve always given her. If I do find out any of you has made trouble for her, then you will immediately be off the team! No questions! Is that clear!” “Yes coach!” Everyone yelled. “Good. Then get back to practice!” He waited for everyone to start leaving before saying, “Moss, I want to speak with you for a minute.” Blake came back over, standing near his naked girlfriend. “Is what the blonde girl said true? Gardner, I mean? You’re used to being around Larson?” He seemed to be stumbling over his words now, trying to keep his focus on Blake instead of the naked girl. "While she's nude I mean." “Yes sir.” Blake answered, unsure of the reason for his question. “Good. I need you to shadow Larson then until further notice.” He paused, trying to make sure to keep his gaze directed at Abbie’s face. “I’d feel better if you at least had someone keeping an eye on you. I don’t want to offend you, but I can’t be everywhere at once out here. I’m sure you can take care of yourself...” “No coach. That’s perfect.” Abbie said, happy that someone was trying to look out for her. “Blake will be great. He’s used to me being nude.” She gave her boyfriend a happy smile. “Good.” He looked down at his watch. “Practice is almost over anyway. Why don’t you two just run a few laps and then hit the showers.” He said, before walking over to give some instruction to one of the other students. They started a slow jog around the track, as they were told to do. Once they were effectively alone, Blake felt like he could finally ask what was really going on. “So, you’re a nudist now?” “Yup.” Abbie answered. “At least that’s what the principal believes after this morning's meeting with my mom.” “But that’s not true. Your mom’s just forcing you to go naked.” Blake said, getting a little angry for his girlfriend. “Look. I can either keep trying to fight this, or I can accept it and move on with my life. My mom wants me to be a nudist, so I’m gonna be the best damn nudist I can be!” He looked at her with surprise. “Wow, really? Where’s this coming from? You were so mad when you told me about your math class.” “I guess I got a little inspiration. They can’t make fun of me if it doesn’t bother me, remember?” He felt flattered that his words could have such an effect on her. “Yeah. You’re right.” He smiled. She smiled back at him, before getting a pensive look. “How do you feel about it?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, everyone on the team has seen your girlfriend naked now. Is that really ok for you?” She looked away from him, hoping her relationship wasn’t over before it had even had a chance to get started. “I’d understand if you don’t…” He grabbed her hand, stopping her in place. “You’re worried about how I feel?” He gave her a grin. “Of course, I still want to be with you, Abbie.” She grabbed him in a hug around his shoulders, and smiled a big smile at him. “Thanks, Blake.” She held him tightly for a moment, closing her eyes and laying her head on his chest. “Abbie, maybe we shouldn’t…” He said, looking around and realizing most of the others were staring at them now. “Everyone’s looking at us.” “Oh! Sorry.” Abbie let go of the hug, giving him a self-conscious blush, before they continued their jogging. After about a minute, Blake broke the silence. “So, your mom got the school to change the rules then?” “Not exactly. Apparently Principal Bruster spent the whole day on the phone convincing the school board to give me permission. I had no idea she was gonna do it. I thought she was just trying to keep my mom calm by saying she would try. I was completely shocked when she said I could attend after school activities nude.” “So principal Bruster is forcing you to do this?” He asked with some concern. “I wouldn’t say she’s forcing me.” Abbie let out a little sigh. “It’s just with the way she was talking, I thought it would be better if I just went along with it. She seemed so enthusiastic about getting me permission to do this, that I didn’t feel like I could let her down.” “Oh.” He responded, not quite sure what to make of the situation. He didn’t understand why if Abbie didn’t want to be a nudist, she didn’t just make that clear with the principal. “What was the deal when you first came out here then? Before the coach sent you to see the principal? You seemed a lot more freaked out then than you are now.” “Lauren, of course. Her and a few of the other girls stripped me and forced me outside. Then they started chasing me down. I didn’t plan to come out here like this.” “Why don’t you tell the coach that?” He asked, feeling enraged at the little blonde girl. “Maybe I should, but she still has that sound recording of me. At least now all everyone thinks of me is that I’m a nudist. What would they end up thinking of me if they heard that? Especially after today?” “Good point.” He frowned. “We need to do something about her.” “I know, but what?” He didn’t really have any ideas, feeling terrible for his girlfriend. “So, you’re just going to be a nudist from now on, even though you don’t really want to?” “I guess.” She answered, furrowing her brow. “I mean, it’s not been all as bad as I first thought it would be.” She had to admit, both to him and to herself. They didn’t get to finish their conversation, as the coach began blowing his whistle and yelling, “Everyone hit the showers!” All the other girls, along with Abbie, were soon inside their respective locker room. The coach might have said to hit the showers, but none of the girls ever really followed that advice, choosing to shower at home where it was more private. Lauren and her other friends blocked Abbie’s way before she could get past the showers, and over to her locker. “So, you’re really a nudist now huh?” She gave the nude girl a smug smirk, knowing she was practically responsible for Abbie being in this mess today. Again, Abbie pushed away any feelings of embarrassment, instead focusing in on her arousal to give her strength like she had done earlier at the front of the school. Being naked in front of her entire track team had greatly boosted her arousal. “Yep, that’s right.” She simply replied, putting on a smile of her own. Lauren had been expecting to see her much more upset and ashamed, and redoubled her effort to get under her skin. “Well, then maybe you’d like to hit the showers again. Like Coach said to do.” She replied, annoyance creeping into her voice now. Abbie thought about it for a moment, but realized she didn’t have a towel to dry with. Then she thought, what the heck, I can just walk home naked and air dry anyway. She gave the blonde girl her own smug smirk, before bending down to untie her shoes, and quickly slipped them off, along with her socks. Then she strolled over to one of the showers, flipped the lever so it would be nice and warm, and stepped into the spray, making sure not to wet her hair. She gave the other girls a self-satisfied grin, before saying, “Well, aren’t you girls going to join me?” The frustration apparent on Lauren’s face was worth every bit of what the nude girl had been through the last few days. Lauren, pretty pissed at this point, didn’t know what to say, and quickly turned with her tail tucked between her legs, heading to her locker. The other girls also followed suit, each giving the nudist girl a small scowl before they left. Abbie quickly rinsed off the little bit of sweat from her short run. No reason to take a full-blown shower, she thought. She just shut off the water and used her hands to squeegee away the majority of the water from her nude body before heading to her own locker. Feeling good about herself, and how she had finally managed to get one up on Lauren, Abbie had a swagger about her as she made her way through the locker room to her gym locker. The other girls all took notice of her, and how she seemed to be dripping with confidence. As she was undoing the lock to her locker, the little blonde girl once again snuck up behind her, determined to get the nude girl to crack. “If you’re such a big brave nudist now, then you won’t mind walking out of here completely naked.” Lauren gave her an evil smirk. Abbie had to suppress a chuckle, already having decided to do that earlier. She already had everything she needed packed in her bookbag, so threw one of the straps over her shoulder, and slammed her locker shut, before giving the blonde girl a small shrug. “That’s true.” and she walked away, not paying any more mind to the girl. All of the other girls, including Lauren, watched on in shock, wonder, and bewilderment as she exited the locker room into the main halls of the school wearing nothing but a smile. As she walked through the hallway, Abbie really began to get a kick out of all this. Every time she would pass one of the errant students or teachers still left in the school, she would get a thrill at the way they would end up turning all of their attention to her. That attention was also having another effect, one that she was really beginning to enjoy. She could feel little electric tingles in her nether regions, and by the time she had made it to the front of the school, she could definitely feel the wetness down there. It only took Abbie another minute to exit her school. She and Blake always walked home together, and even with her new found attitude, walking home alone while completely naked didn’t sound appealing to her at the moment. Heading over towards the area she normally met him, she leaned up against the wall, getting a little shiver from it. Even after finding this new attitude, there were still some parts of being completely naked she wasn’t used to. All of a sudden, she could see Lauren marching right up to her from her peripheral vision. She just turned to smirk at the girl, waiting for what she had to say now. “Abbie! You’re coming with me when my sister gets here to pick me up!” The blonde demanded. “And why would I do that?” Abbie continued to smirk at the girl, getting a little high from the look of frustration on the girl's face. Lauren pulled her phone out of her pocket, waving it in Abbie’s face. “You didn’t forget about the pictures I have of you, did you? If you don’t do what I say I’m going to send these out to everyone in our class!” “Go ahead!” Abbie fired back. “I’m a nudist now. What do I care if people see some pictures of me jogging naked?” “You might want to think that through.” Lauren said, her tone turning malicious. “I still have that recording of you confessing to getting turned on by being naked too. If it gets out, what will everyone think about you demanding to be a nudist then?” Abbie felt herself going numb. She knew if that recording ever got out, everyone would think of her as some kind of sexual deviant, who had demanded to go naked just for her own selfish pleasure. She was about to respond in defeat, knowing the little blonde had somehow beaten her again, and let her know she was willing to do whatever it took to keep that recording from becoming public. “I think you’re the one who might want to think things through!” Blake suddenly stepped between the girls, staring down Lauren. “If that recording gets out, I’ll make sure Coach Wood knows you’re the one responsible for its existence. You’d be kicked off of the team for sure.” Lauren looked at the two with wide eyes and total frustration, knowing she wasn’t going to win this battle. She just clicked her tongue, slinking away in defeat from the two. Abbie came closer, grabbing her boyfriend in a celebratory hug, exclaiming, “Oh my god, that was AMAZING!” She was in complete jubilation, giving a wide smile to Blake. “Whoooo!” She shouted out. Lauren tried getting one last dig in, yelling at them from across the parking lot, “How does it feel, Abbie! Everyone in school is gonna know you’re a nudist now! Everyone on the team has seen you naked!” Abbie just spun around, flipping the double bird at the blonde girl behind her back, before leaning into her boyfriend’s shoulder. “It feels pretty damn great.” She said to him, smiling. ***** “Oh, uh, Adam. Hello!” Lilly gave a small giggle as she came through the basement door. Adam, Sam, and Hope were all still curled up on the living room couch together after their threesome. Adam gave a blush to his blonde classmate as he got up and quickly slipped on his boxer shorts, letting her glimpse his fully bare body for a few fleeting moments. “I almost forgot you guys were here.” He gave a sheepish grin to both Lilly and Cody. “We, uh, were just on our way out.” Cody replied, a bit flustered at seeing one of his best friends in such a compromising position. “Ah, really?” Adam said, continuing to put on the rest of his clothes. “I was gonna see if it was alright with my mom to invite you guys to dinner.” “Sorry Adam. It’s porkchop night at home, and I’m not missing that.” Cody explained, and then turned to Lilly to ask, “Say, do you want to come have dinner with me? Us, I mean? At my house?” He blushed, still not sure of their relationship status. “Sure.” Lilly answered with a smile, and started to collect her clothing. “Oh, I can carry those for you.” Cody offered, extending his arms to receive the blonde girl’s clothes. Lilly had planned to get dressed before leaving the house, but Cody’s offer was so sweet and polite, she felt like she couldn’t turn him down. “Oh, thank you, Cody.” She blushed, handing her clothes over, realizing she would be making another walk through the neighborhood without a stitch on, in broad daylight this time. “Alright, see you guys later.” Cody said. Everyone gave them their goodbyes as Lilly and Cody left through the front door. “Lilly saw you naked!” Sam teased Adam as he came back into the living room after seeing the two out. Adam rolled his eyes at his friend saying, “Whatever.” as both girls giggled at him. He gave Sam a little smirk, and teased her back with, “I’m still waiting to hear just why you shaved off all your hair down there.” and he pointed down at her bald slit. That stopped Sam’s laughing, and she mumbled out, “I… Ummm…” before completely clamming up, turning a deep crimson red in embarrassment. On the other hand, Hope was brought into a complete fit of giggles at the two’s banter, struggling to get her words out. “Cause Adam, others are way more interested in using their tongue down there when you’re bare!” She opened her legs wide, pointing to her own bald pubic mound. Both Adam and Sam burst out laughing at that, joining in the giggle fit of the blonde girl. “It’s a good thing they came up when they did.” Adam said after a minute, looking over at the clock. “The twins are supposed to be home soon. After what happened yesterday, it would have been a disaster if they had found me like that.” “What happened yesterday?” Hope asked. “Well, I kinda walked in on Madeline and Morgan trying to give Timmy and Patrick a BJ.” Adam explained. “Madeline!? But she’s so young! Where would she get an idea like that?” Sam squinted her eyes at her male friend, figuring he was at least partially responsible. “Wait. Slow down. Who are we talking about?” Hope asked. “The twins, Timmy and Madeline. They are my younger brother and sister. And the other two are the kids from next door. Patrick is their age and goes to school with them. Morgan is his older sister, and a year ahead of them in school.” Adam laid everything out for Hope. “And I have no idea where they would have gotten an idea like that.” “Uh huh.” Sam folded her arms underneath her bare breasts, still giving him an accusatory look. “Anyway, I told them to come back over here today for a punishment, but I haven’t really had much time to think about how to punish them.” Adam pursed his lips, trying to think up something on the spot. “I guess I could give them each a spanking, unless you girls have any ideas.” “Come on. What they did wasn’t bad enough to deserve a spanking. They were just having a little fun.” Hope came to their defense. “Besides, we just got done doing the same thing.” “Yeah, that’s true!” Sam gave Adam an angry glare. “How can you justify punishing them for the same thing we just did?” “It’s not that I really want to punish them, guys. It’s just that Maddie, and especially Timmy, are really bad at keeping secrets from my mom. If my mom ever found out, I know she would throw her biggest fit ever. Honestly, I just want to scare them a little so they are more careful. And if my mom ever does find out, at least I can say I already punished them for it.” “I have an idea for you, if you want to hear it.” Hope gave a little sly smile, and started explaining her plan. It wasn’t too much longer before the younger kids arrived. Madeline, as usual, was quick to shed her clothing, now completely preferring being nude. Morgan was slower in getting undressed, but soon had her pink overalls, t-shirt, and panties off, displaying her small budding bosom and her wispy pubic hair to the group. Once the girls were properly undressed, Adam took charge of the scene. “I’m glad you’re all here. It’s now time for you to face your punishment for what you all did yesterday afternoon. I want you four to line up here.” He pointed to the spot in front of him, and the younger kids all scrambled to get in line, not wanting to be in any more trouble than they already were. “Please, Adam. We promise we’ll be good from now on.” Madeline gave her older brother a puppy dog look. “I know Madeline, but you all still need to be punished for what you did. Now, before we get started, can any of you tell me what exactly it was that you did that was wrong?” “Ummm… We gave the boys, uh, blow… blowjobs.” Morgan answered in a small voice. “No, Morgan, that’s not right. Anyone else want to try answering?” They all just gave him blank or confused looks, so he continued. “You boys are in trouble for exposing your private parts to the girls at an age where they are too young and it is inappropriate for them to see such things.” Sam had explained it was important for the younger kids to know just exactly what they were in trouble for. “And you girls encouraged the boys to expose themselves in front of you with the promise of sexual pleasure in return.” “If mom had been the one who found you, you all know the punishment would have been swift and severe. Lucky for you it was me instead. The girls and I have come up with a fitting punishment for your transgression. Do what they tell you just the same as if it was me telling you what to do.” Hope stepped forward, ready to play her part. “Ok boys. Lie down! Backs on the floor, with your heads meeting in the middle!” She had seen Karen acting as a little drill instructor enough to know how to copy it. The boys were both startled at the sudden yelling, scrambling in a panic to get into the position she demanded. “Ok girls. Come and stand with your feet on either side of their heads.” Sam didn’t yell, but was much more forceful in her tone to the girls then she normally would have been. “Now squat down so that your little pussies are right above their mouths!” This time it was the girls who were startled by Hope’s forcefulness. “Boys, your job is to lick the girl’s pussies until we tell you to stop. Girls, you need to make sure that neither one of you moves from that position.” Sam explained. “Now lick!” Hope demanded. Each boy took a few tentative swipes of their tongues at their respective girl’s nether regions. “Tastes weird.” Timmy complained, after tasting Morgan's juices for the first time. “Yeah, like a weird penny.” Patrick added, scrunching up his face with a sour look. “I didn’t tell you to talk! I said LICK!” Hope gave one final order, and the boy's tongues were soon buried in each girls’ slits. The teens had ended up finding the perfect mix of punishment and pleasure to teach the younger kids a lesson. The boys were both forced to strain their necks in order to reach their tongues up to the girls’ slits, and the girls’ position was even worse. Their legs were straining after a few minutes of squatting, and with the attack on their sensitive little pussies, it was becoming harder and harder for them to hold still. It became even worse as Patrick found Madeline's little clit and couldn't stop himself from running his tongue over it again and again. Morgan's situation was even more excruciating when Timmy found her protruding clitoris, being older, it was a slightly larger target and even more sensitive than the younger girl's. Both girls were on the cusp of falling over until they grabbed each other's forearms to support themselves and help keep each other upright. Both girls were on shaky legs now, and having a hard time holding themselves up, inching closer and closer to the boy’s faces. While it made the job of the boys easier, it was coming to the point where both girls would soon be sitting on the boy’s faces, but Hope was there to put a stop to that too. “Keep those butts up, girls!” She yelled, giving a smack to both girls’ bottoms. Both girls strained, but got themselves back into the proper squatting position. Timmy figured the punishment would be over once they got the girls to orgasm. Using the knowledge, he had learned over the last few days with his twin sister, he focused his tongue on Morgan’s engorged little clit, hoping his tongue would work as good as his fingers to accomplish that. In fact, Madeline was the first of the two girls to cum. She started convulsing in pleasure, this time completely losing her balance and ended up sitting down on Patrick’s chest. Hope was right there, pulling her back up by the hips, saying, “Keep going!” Patrick gave her a confused and surprised look, but a mean look from the older girl had him right back to licking little Madeline’s slit. Again, his tongue ended up on her clit, and she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and irritation, feeling like her little clit was too sensitive right now to be touched. “Oooohhhhooowww!” Hope was still there, to hold her in place. They knew the girls would need a little help staying put once they started cumming. Sam was already there to hold Morgan, when she felt her own first release. She shook as much as her young friend from her orgasm, but with Sam holding her around her hips, never even received a moment's reprieve. Timmy’s tongue continued attacking her over-sensitive clit the entire time. “AHHH! OHHH! AHHAHH!” Both girls were becoming quivering messes. It was to the point that the older girls were holding up all of their weight. “PLEASE! NO MORE! I CAN’T… AHHHHAHAHAHAH!” Morgan begged, just as she started feeling her third orgasm. The older teens had all agreed they would continue this until the girls said they could take no more. With Adam’s help, Sam moved the young girl over to the couch to catch her breath and regain her senses. Madeline didn’t wait too long to also start begging. “OH! PLEASE! IT’S TOO MUCH!” Hope took that as her que, depositing the youngest girl next to her friend. “Ok. Your punishment is over.” Adam said. The young boys got up, both rubbing their strained necks to get the kinks out. “I hope you’ve all learned a valuable lesson.” “Hold on.” Hope spoke up. Commanding the youngsters had provoked her own arousal. She could certainly understand Karen a little better now. “I think we might be letting the boys off a little too lightly.” “What do you mean?” Adam asked her with confusion. They had all agreed on the punishment, but now he was getting worried she was going to take this too far. “There’s two more girls here for these little miscreants to lick.” She answered. Both boys gave her a put off look, as their necks still hurt from holding them up for so long, and Sam gave a similar look to the idea. “Come on. It won’t be so bad this time.” Hope came over and grabbed Patrick’s hand, leading him a few steps to the other side of the room. Then she got down on the floor, spreading her legs out in front of her and leaned back on her elbows. “See. Now you just lie down on your stomach in between my legs and get to work.” She smiled up at the boy. Patrick looked down at her, particularly her slit just peaking open at him. She did look enticing, he felt, even if he couldn’t quite put the words together in his head. He wasn’t sure why, but there was nothing more that he wanted to do at that moment, so didn’t hesitate for even a second more in following her command. “Ooh! Ahh!” Hope said in pleasure. “A little higher.” She gestured to her clit. “Yeah, that’s it!” She said, ecstasy starting to take her over. “Come on Sam!” She said through her baited breath. “The other little guy needs a partner too!” Sam looked over at Timmy with a blush. It would be pretty awkward, she thought, her friend’s younger brother doing something like that to her. She also, however, felt a tingle down there that excited her. It wasn't long before she found herself taking Timmy’s hand, and copying the actions of the other teen girl until she was lying side by side with Hope on the floor. Timmy got down in between the older girl’s legs without even being prompted. Patrick seemed to be having a good time this time, so felt no real reluctance to join him. “Tastes different.” He commented, before dipping his tongue back into the older girl’s slit. “Good or bad!?” Sam asked with a bit of concern, wondering if letting him do this was a big mistake. He looked up at her, shrugging his shoulders, and said, “I don’t know. Just different.” He smiled before bringing his mouth back down, this time using his tongue on her clit. Over on the couch, the two recovering girls, along with Adam, were observing the action. “Are you girls, ok?” “Yeah… I think so.” Morgan answered, still getting her bearings back under herself. “Adam… That was… Amazing!” Madeline was still slightly out of breath. “My legs feel like jelly, but I want to try that again sometime!” She gave a satisfied smile at her older brother. “You…?” Adam shook his head in amusement at his little sister. “You understand that was supposed to be a punishment?” “Well next time we’ll do it that way.” She pointed to the older girls lying on the floor, as if it was plainly obvious that’s what she had been talking about. After only a few more minutes, the teen girls were writhing around on the floor, reaching their wanted release. Sam was really enjoying her second experience with this pleasurable act. Hope was the better of the two, she had to admit, but there was something in particular about having a boy please her in this way that excited her to her core. Almost like he was worshiping her or something. Being nude didn’t seem so bad to her anymore, if it meant she would be receiving this kind of attention all the time. Once the two younger boys had gotten up from the floor, Madeline immediately came over to them, saying with exuberance, “Our turn again!” and gave them a large grin. “Aww, Maddie. My tongue is sore!” Timmy complained. “Yeah, give us a break!” Patrick added. “Alright. Alright.” Adam stepped in. “That’s enough for now. Why don’t you guys take a break and do your homework.” He grabbed Madeline’s book bag and handed it to her, turned her towards the stairs, and gave her bare butt a little swat. Madeline just laughed, quickly getting free of her brother’s grip and rushing up the stairs. The two boys along with Morgan were also soon headed up the stairs. “I think that went well.” Adam said to the two girls still lying on the floor, offering them each a hand back to their feet. “Yeah. I think they learned their lesson.” Hope said, giggling the whole time. “You’re a really good big brother, Adam.” “Aw, whatever.” Adam blushed, not used to such praise. “I think we should get going on our homework too.” He added, trying to change the subject. “No, it’s true.” Sam added, surprising him. Their friendship had always been more of a mix of friendliness and rivalry. “I’m sure none of them are going to forget this punishment” she made air quotes, “for a long time.” “Oh, umm, thanks.” Despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t help getting a smile on his face. “And if you keep playing your cards right, we’ll have to keep rewarding you.” Hope licked her lips seductively, glancing down at his crotch. Adam was about to respond in surprise, but Sam cut him off before he could speak. “But first, homework.” ***** All along her walk home, Abbie was feeling a triumphant high at getting one over on the little blonde. Even the shocked and confused faces of the people she passed by couldn’t bring the nude girl down, as she walked hand in hand with her boyfriend. For the first time since she had been forced to go naked, she was actually feeling the sense of freedom it was meant to bring. Things didn’t change as they neared Blake’s house, even when they were approached by one of their classmates. Claire had already seen Abbie going nude the previous morning. She felt a sense of curious excitement as she greeted the nude girl. “Wow! Now you’re walking home like this too? You really are a nudist. Aren’t you?” “Well…” Abbie gave a sly smile to Blake, wondering if she should reveal what else had happened that day. “That’s not all. I also just spent the last twenty minutes or so of track practice going completely nude.” “Oh my God! Really!?” Claire was almost at a loss of words at hearing that news. “The school is allowing you to go naked!?” “Just during after school activities.” Abbie answered. “Principal Bruster got the school board to change the rules for me.” “I knew it!” Claire declared confidently. “I knew there must be a reason for what you did in second period!” “You heard about that?” “Yeah. News travels fast. Others were saying you did it to get attention or ‘cause you were a perv or something. I know you only did it because you were protesting being forced to wear clothes. I’ve been defending you all day, telling everyone you’re a nudist, and that’s the real reason you did it.” Abbie didn’t respond verbally, just giving a small head nod. Blake noticed the puzzling look on her face and quickly stepped in, “We’ll, uh, see you later, Claire.” taking her hand again, and leading her towards his house. “Alright. Have a good day you two!” Claire said, completely oblivious to the demeanor of the nude girl having changed. “You are so brave, Abbie! I wish I could be as brave as you.” She added as they walked away. Once the two were safely in Blake’s home, away from anyone else that might bother them, he felt like he could finally ask her how she was really doing. “Are you ok?” Abbie stood there for a moment, contemplating how to answer. “Yes… No… I don’t know… Between Lauren and Claire, everyone is going to hear about me being a nudist. I just feel like I’ve passed the point of no return. After today, everyone’s just going to know me as that nudist girl. You know?” “I’m sorry, Abbie.” He took a couple steps towards her to embrace her in a hug, in order to comfort her. Abbie held her hand up in front of her, stopping him before he could complete the hug. “No, it’s nothing to be sorry about. I need to get this off my chest before it eats me alive.” He took a step back, looking at her with confusion. “I’m sick of lying… I’m sick of lying to everyone, to you, but especially to myself. I need to be honest. There is a part of me that likes this. That really, really likes this.” She turned, walking over to stand at the side of the couch, looking back over her shoulder at him. “Maybe I am a perv like Claire was saying, ‘cause I do like being naked in front of people. It was scary, and a little embarrassing at first, but the truth is that it turns me on like nothing else.” She spread her legs open, about shoulder width apart, and grabbed the armrest with both hands. “In fact, it’s the only thing that really helped me get through today. I enjoy being naked in front of people, because it turns me on.” She pursed her lips for a second before continuing. “And being turned on helps me to suppress the embarrassment I would normally feel about being naked.” “What are you getting at?” He asked, bewildered. “Being naked in front of you turns me on way more than being naked in front of anyone else! It’s exciting, and thrilling, and the way you look at me all the time makes me feel so horny!” She bent herself over the armrest of the couch at the waist, presenting herself to him. “And I’m so turned on now I feel like I’m gonna burst! Please, Blake! Please! I need you to touch me!” Seeing her in such a state, and hearing her true feelings about being nude in front of him, Blake practically began drooling. She was presenting herself in almost the same way she had been on Sunday morning, during her punishment when he had first seen her naked. Discovering her like that would be permanently burned into his memory forever. He had wanted to touch her so badly that morning, and now he was being given the opportunity with no threat of interruption. His erect penis throbbed as he slowly began stroking her dripping pussy from behind. “Ooooohhhh… God… Yes!” Abbie began to moan as her needs were finally being met. For practically the whole day, she had been yearning for this release, and now she was going to get it. She knew after yesterday, she wanted more than just his touch. “Please, Blake! I want you inside of me! No, I need you inside of me!” She was practically begging. Blake started to undo his pants, but then thought better of it, and quickly headed for the stairs. “Where are you going!?” Abbie called to him in frustration. “To get some protection!” He called back to her. “Smart!” She smiled to herself. Blake was back in a flash, carrying with him a couple of condoms his father had recently given him. His dad had told him he should wait until he was a full-grown adult before having sex, but if he did end up going against his wishes, to at least always use protection. Blake had his pants undone and around his ankles in no time, and put the condom on while Abbie stared back at him with lust filled eyes. He felt almost no resistance as his rock-hard cock entered her hole, she was so wet at that point. This time was completely different from yesterday. Yesterday they had made love. Their first time being about showing their true feelings to one another. Today, however, they both fully gave into their lust, almost devolving into wild animals as Blake thrust into Abbie from behind. Abbie didn’t last long, starting to cum almost immediately from the way she had been worked up the last few hours. Blake didn’t make it too much longer either, feeling immense pleasure from the way her pelvic muscles were gripping him. They both ended up on the couch, Abbie leaning herself on him as they both tried to catch their breath. They both almost fell asleep, but Blake was cognizant enough to know just how much trouble they would be in if either of his parents ended up finding them like that. He managed to sit himself upright, and smiled down to the beautiful naked girl still trying to recover next to him. “How you feeling now?” Abbie looked at him with a content smirk. “Wow, amazing!” “I’m glad I could be of service.” He joked. “Me too.” She laughed along with him. “Part of me still finds it hard to believe you were actually naked during track practice today.” “I know.” She responded, still feeling the surrealness herself. “And that you’ll be doing track naked from now on too.” He added. “Yeah…” She pursed her lips, contemplating the reality of that. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I guess. I guess the reality of what I’ve done is actually starting to hit me.” A panicked look spread across her face. “Blake, I’m not a nudist! Why the hell did I ever agree to go along with this?!” She bolted up off the couch, and started pacing back and forth in front of him. “Abbie, calm down.” “Don’t tell me to calm down! I’ve got to spend all of practice tomorrow like this!” She gestured at her nude body. “I’m so fucked!” He got up from the couch and grabbed her shoulders. “Abbie! Abbie! I know you’re freaked out, but you’re scaring me.” She grabbed a tight hug around him, pressing her bare skin to his, and buried her face in his chest. “I don’t know what to do.” She gave a little sob. All of a sudden, she felt something pushing against her tummy and looked down to see what it was. Despite the tension of the situation, Blake couldn’t help getting aroused again with their bodies pressed together like that. She looked up at him and he gave her an apologetic look. Her eyes glanced down again, and then back up, and she gave him an almost perturbed smile, then burst out laughing. That was all it took to break her from the terror she had been feeling just moments ago. They both fell back down on the couch, still hugging, and laughing hysterically. It took them a few minutes to calm themselves down. An idea popped into Abbie’s head right then, seeing Blake's half erection in front of her. “Of course! I only started freaking out ‘cause all my horniness was gone.” She said, triumphantly. “Huh?” He looked at her, feeling totally lost now. “Cause we, well you know. And I got off. So, I wasn’t turned on anymore.” She looked down at his lap, admiring his privates. “This helps a bit.” She took his cock into her hand, stroking it with her thumb gently. “Mmmm.” He smiled at her, enjoying her touch. “But my parents could be home any time. I’m not sure you should be doing that now.” He explained, even as his cock was rising back to full harness. “Just let me enjoy this for a minute to get my confidence back.” She said, staring intently at his hard appendage in her hand. He gave a little chuckle. “Fine, but it’s not like I can just whip this out for you every time you start feeling self-conscious.” She gave a giggle of her own, imagining what that would be like. “Yeah, I’m sure the coach would have something to say about that. Man, why did I ever go along with this?” She shook her head, almost as if she were amused with her own stupidity. “So, you really have to be nude for all after school activities?” “Yup.” She answered, and his cock gave a little twitch that amused her. “I suppose you like the idea of that.” “Well…” He blushed, feeling a little guilty for enjoying something that was causing her so much conflict. “It’s alright. I’m sure I’d be enjoying it if you were the one running around naked all the time.” “So, if you have to be naked for all afterschool activities, does that include the Spring Fling this weekend?” “That’s this weekend!?” Abbie felt disappointed now. School dances had always been one of the only times she felt she could really be girly, wearing a dress and such, without feeling self-conscious about herself. “Yeah, this Saturday. How could you forget?” “After everything that’s happened, I’d be lucky if I knew what month it was.” Blake looked at her blankly, waiting for her to say, before answering himself. “It’s April.” “I knew that!” Abbie said with a bit of frustration. “So, I guess this means you’re not going.” He also felt disappointed in this sudden turn of events, having been trying to think of the right way to ask her the last few days. Now it looked like they wouldn't even be going. They were both startled by a loud knocking followed by the doorbell going off. Abbie quickly let go of his cock and Blake made a scrabble to get his clothes back on, yelling out, "Just a minute!" To whoever was at the door, hoping it wasn’t one of his parents. He struggled a little, getting his hard cock into his boxer shorts, as it just wanted to slip its way out of the hole in the front. Abbie giggled at him a little, until he gave her a frown. Whoever was at the door was persistent, as there was another loud banging from the door. “I said just a minute!” Blake called again, getting his t-shirt back on and now fully dressed. He looked down at the tenting at the front of his pants, hoping it would go away quickly. He was about to open the door, but took a glance back at Abbie, still seated on the couch. “You should probably go to the kitchen while I get rid of them.” “Oh!” Abbie blushed, looking down at herself. The whole living room would soon be visible from the open front door. She got up, taking his advice and headed for the kitchen. “Thanks.” Blake finally opened the front door, finding Claire's brother, Eddy, on the other side. “Eddy?” “Hey Blake. My sister said Abbie was over here.” Eddy gave a smirk that looked pretty smug to Blake. “Listen Eddy!” Blake was obviously starting to get mad. “Abbie is MY girlfriend! So whatever nasty perverted thoughts you have about her, just forget about it!” Eddy held up his hands as if surrendering, and said, “I just wanted to ask her a question.” “What do you want, Eddy?” Abbie said, plainly, coming back into the room. She had been listening just on the other side of the kitchen door. “Woah! You’re still naked!” Eddy gave a sly smile at Blake, bumping his arm with his elbow a couple of times and wiggled his eyebrows at him. “What have you two been up to?” He had also noticed the bulging at the front of Blake’s slacks when he had first opened the door. “What!?” Both Abbie and Blake reacted with outrage. “Well, she’s still naked. What else could you two be up to? Don’t try and give me some nonsense about her being a nudist. I know about the rules at your house and the real reason you’ve been going naked there.” “What!? How!?” Abbie came over to the open doorway, alarmed at hearing another person now knew about the rules at her house. “Your brother told me.” Eddy explained. “That’s why I came over. I just wanted to ask if you would invite Nina Patterson to your house. Oh, and me too at the same time, obviously.” He gave her a big pleading grin. “Get out of here, Eddy!” Abbie slammed the door in his face, clenching her fists in anger. “Please! I just really, really have a crush on her!” Eddy begged through the door. Abbie took a look over at her boyfriend, not believing she was feeling sympathy for the boy. She opened the door back up, and explained to him. “If I help you out, then you have to do this my way.” “Sure, no problem.” Eddy said enthusiastically. He would do practically anything to see the girl of his dreams in the nude. “First, you have to tell her you really, really like her.” “Huh? But…” “I guess you really don’t want me to help you.” Abbie said coldly. “Ok, ok. What else?” Eddy begged some more. “Then, when it actually happens and you’re both at my house, you will be a perfect gentleman. You won't touch her or stare nastily at her, or anything like that. You’ll compliment her, not about her body parts, but on how brave she is and things like that. You can say she’s beautiful, but don’t make that the only thing you talk about the whole time. You understand?” “Yes, Abbie. Completely.” He gave the nude girl a warm smile. “Thank you!” He wanted to hug her, but thought better of it with her naked. Instead, he took a look up and down her bare body before saying, “Might I say, you’re really looking beautiful yourself today, Abbie.” “Urghhh!” Abbie groaned, before slamming the door shut again. “What!? You said that was one of the things I could say!” Eddy called through the door. “You’re really brave too!” he added.

The Pool Girl by Leto Armitage Chapter 38 “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I was staring at the dishes spread out on the long cheap folding table, the type used in outdoor events. We at least put a nice red tablecloth over it. Patio chairs had been moved around it to create an eating area. The whole thing was under a simple wooden frame that was covered with a white gauzy fabric and tied down with rope. A tarp was in the corner that we could throw over the top if it started raining. Lavi and Melissa had constructed it that morning for sukkot which, according to my minimal reading, involved eating and sometimes sleeping outside in recognition of the historic travails of the Jewish people. When I shared that Lavi said I was in no danger of being mistaken as knowledgeable on this any time soon. Melissa and Lavi had helped Peter build them in the past so they felt comfortable doing it and today I was hosting Peter’s parents for lunch straight from the airport. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Melissa came up behind me and rubbed at the knot forming at the bottom of my neck. “You’re repeating yourself.” “It’s because I can’t believe I’m doing this.” “Making kosher lunch?” “Using vegan butter. It’s a good thing Julia Child is already dead, this would kill her.” Melissa sighed and laid her forehead against my back. “I’m sure Julia Child prepared kosher at some point in her career.” “Probably not with non-dairy butter.” Lavi walked in carrying the serving bowl of grits. According to Peter’s text they would be here in minutes. Lavi, “You are the one who picked out the menu and decided to make a southern breakfast to welcome them to the States.” She left as soon as she had arrived to get the chicken sausages. Lavi had zero sympathy for my pain. Melissa returned to laying out the new utensils. I had bought new ones that were made of damascus steel, super pretty. I had thought about buying some before and having a set that had never touched dairy products seemed like a good excuse. “I think this is about more than the not-butter though. What is really bugging you?” I thought about it. “I just want to make a good impression. From what Lavi has said her grandma is fine with things so I just want to make sure I don’t screw things up. You have to admit meeting family has a history of being rocky.” Melissa, “You’re being silly. Sylvia loves you.” “Maybe now. Have you seen the looks Peter gives me sometimes?” Melissa paused to look at me. “He’s protective and worries but likes you too. He would do a lot more than give you looks if he didn’t.” I met her gaze. “What about your mom?” Melissa started off unsure and then raised to a chipper voice. “She ... tolerates you. But hey, Ryan likes you.” “He likes that I annoy your mom.” Melissa grinned. “You noticed that huh?” I changed the topic. “Quick check list - my ham-less red-eye gravy, grits, country fried steak, the drop biscuits, the pecan sticky buns, is that everything? Eggs, is Lavi watching the eggs and country potatoes?” Melissa held up her hands. “Why don’t you take a deep breath. Lavi has it. You know, we could have gone to a restaurant, Peter said to not make a fuss.” “I’m fussing. I’m fussing the fuck out of this.” My phone buzzed. I looked at her and lifted the phone to my face. “Uh huh. Shelley, great to hear from you. You were able to? I really appreciate it. Interesting. Thanks.” I hung up. Melissa had an eyebrow raised. “Shelley?” “Old college friend. She dated my roommate for a semester and I told her she should dump him. She’s still thanking me for it.” Melissa started to straighten things that didn’t need straightening. “So, what is Shelley up to?” “I called her because of that weird blip I had on my credit monitoring.” “The information only thing? I thought you said it wouldn’t affect your score.” “It won’t but it’s still odd and the last time some did that kind of check and I didn’t know about it someone was trying to steal my identity to open credit lines. So, I keep a close eye on it. Shelley works in admissions at the university now. I wanted to know if anyone had tried to get my transcripts.” “Oh.” Melissa stopped fiddling with the gravy boat. “And... ?” “Someone had.” “Who?” I told her. “So, what are you going to do?” “Maybe nothing, maybe I’ll make a point if it comes up.” Now both our phones buzzed. They were here. Within minutes Peter and Sylvia entered the backyard via the gate with two older people. She was average height. Her hair had gone completely white and was held back with a bright pink scrunchy while she wore a white sundress with bright flowers with red petals and green leaves. She waved enthusiastically as soon as she saw us. Beside her was a man just barely taller than her wearing khakis and an orange polo shirt. He had a soft face and wire rim glasses and I felt like I was looking at Peter in thirty years. As soon as they got to us Lavi jumped forward to give them both hugs screaming, “Bubbeh, Zayde!” Both took turns hugging her. Lavi started to say more in Hebrew but her grandmother stopped her. “Now, now, let’s not be rude. English for your new family, unless they’ve maybe learned some Hebrew.” Melissa looked nervous and just held her thumb and forefinger very close together and said something that made the older woman laugh. “English it is!” She looked at Melissa. “I know you from Lavi’s pictures. Such a shiksa! Lavi, she is even more gorgeous than you said! You will call me Bubbeh too?” Melissa looked down a little embarrassed. “I would like that.” They embraced. Melissa glanced at Lavi’s grandfather not sure if she should hug him too. “Go,” the grandmother said, “It will give the old rogue a thrill!” We all gave a polite laugh and Melissa hugged Lavi’s, and by relationship, her grandfather. “Now,” Lavi’s Bubbeh said looking at me, “you must be Robert, the one shtooping Lavi and her shiksa.” Sylvia was cringing. “I don’t have to be but I am.” I was neither embarrassed, nor apologetic. She looked me up and down, appraising me. I asked, “Can I give you a hug?” She threw her arms open, “Bring it in!” I gave her a bear hug and lifted her up. Her feet kicked under her. Her husband walked past me. “You break her you bought her! The food looks great.” Peter, “I’m starving.” Lavi was right behind him. The Hellers obviously understood the importance of a good meal. I put my grandmother in law or whatever she was down. “So, Bubbeh?” I asked. “You call me Adriane.” “I’m too old to call you Bubbeh?” I grinned. She shook her head in negation. “Too much trouble I think. I don’t want to be responsible for you. Let’s eat before my boys leave us nothing.” Soon everyone was sitting and eating. I put some of everything on my plate and looked over at Lavi’s grandfather, Saul. “So, Saul, you came from Pennsylvania originally, right?” “By way of Jersey, that’s where I was born.” “Have you been back to the States much?” “Nah. Early days in Israel I was broke as could be. I worked as a bus driver first and then found work on the potash farms. Later I got into hydraulic engineering on the farms. As the economy grew, I had some money for travel but figured I had too much to see in that part of the world to come back to the States.” Adriane, “Good thing he did too, I found him shleping around Athens totally lost but at least he found me.” Saul beamed. “I met her and we tried talking but it was almost impossible. She didn’t know hardly any English and I just had this little Greek phrasebook. Then I tried some Yiddish and she didn’t know much but dragged me back to her house and her grandmother translated!” Lavi, “I thought you met in Israel.” Her grandfather, “No, no. We did get married there though. We wrote letters and I was really thinking about moving to Greece when then suddenly her family decided to immigrate and I knew it was meant to be.” Adriane, “Now, you Robert, tell us more about what you do.” I chewed the bite of biscuit I’d just taken, having soaked up beef gravy with it. “I’m a professional gambler.” She raised an eyebrow. “I thought you did computer stuff.” “I do. But it’s gambling, just with other people’s money.” “That’s the best way to gamble,” Peter interjected. His mother waved for me to continue. “I take information and run statistics about where to drill for things, usually oil. Sometimes I make pictures out of them for people who don’t like numbers. Sometimes it’s obvious, you have a great chance of finding what you want to drill for or don’t and walk away. But sometimes, well, you can’t just be sure or maybe the possible rewards are just so enticing that you go for it.” “And you make good money?” “Enough to be comfortable. I can support the three of us.” She pressed. “Enough for children?” “Bubbeh,” Melissa had country fried steak on her fork but it was resting on her plate now. “Robert will not be the sole support of the family.” Adriane looked towards Lavi who just shrugged and pointed at her fork at Melissa before spearing another piece of scrambled eggs as if to say “what she said.” Adriane again, “What kind of education do you have Robert?” She was looking down as if paying attention to the food but it didn’t sound like a casual question. “I finished my undergraduate degree but not my master’s. Neither were in what I do now.” “Ah, that’s a shame.” She was making a point. I think I needed to make one too. This was not a woman that respected weakness. “Yeah, I think I would have enjoyed teaching but life didn’t work out that way. I don’t have an invisible shield over my history though, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” I looked for a reaction and got it in spades. Five people at the table paused and looked at each other - Adriane, Saul, Peter, Syliva and Lavi. Melissa pointed to the grits which were near me and I passed them to her. I took a few more potatoes. We ate while they had a silent conference. Several people were looking at Lavi who was just shaking her head emphatically in the negative. I had been intentionally indirect with naming the organization just in case I was wrong. It didn’t appear I was. “No, she didn’t tell me,” I said. “Hopefully it’s not a state secret especially since you’re retired.” I looked at Adriane. “More orange juice?” She held out her cup. “Please. And no, it’s not a state secret but still something I don’t like to spread around. You’re clever.” “Not really, I just put things together.” “Go on,” she said. Adriane sipped the orange juice. “Lavi mentioned where she had lived and that she was near you. That put you in the neighborhood of Israel’s internal intelligence agency. The other slip up was her joking about you knowing people in Mossad. I know Lavi’s humor and making that connection wouldn’t have come from nowhere. But, when she was learning about some of Mossad’s ugly history she didn’t react like she would associate it with a loved one. I get alerts on my credit history check and when you tried to get my transcripts. Your caller id location of Israel stood out. It took a few days to play phone tag but someone remembered it.” I felt like Inspector Poirot doing his big unveiling. Maybe Melissa was right and I had read too many mystery novels. Adriane shrugged. “Your school refused to give them to me. South Carolina also refused the birth certificate. Your country is annoying with so many different agencies and local laws. Why connect it to Shin Bet though?” “Little things. Lavi loves to talk about family. She mentioned you worked and I know enough about your husband’s work history to write a basic resume for him. But you? She never mentioned your work at all except to say you were on the phone all the time and learned English for work. I’m guessing you did a lot of background checks.” She nodded. “You are correct. That is almost the only thing I did. We had a lot of people coming from English speaking countries and being able to practice English at home with Saul was a big help.” Peter, “We would switch between Hebrew and English freely around the house.” My grandmother in law, “You don’t seem upset.” “What can I say, you’re looking after family. But I’m not rich, sorry. I can give you all the horrible details about my failures in life if you really want them.” “Bah,” she said waving a hand. “You don’t need to be rich but Lavi ... she loves a good heart. A good heart is not enough. You’re clever though, I didn’t expect that.” “Work with that?” That was Lavi. “As the father of your babies, nehda. Good children need a balance, they need different things from a mother and father.” I swallowed another bite. “You didn’t expect me to be clever?” The older woman shrugged. “Lavi always wanted a hero, heroes often aren’t very smart and she has enough cleverness for two people so I was not looking for that. I had heard you dropped out of grad school so I was thinking it was because you failed.” “No my mother needed me.” “Ah. Yes, I can see that. You are constant aren’t you. Lavi talked around that. Hmm. I think you will balance her well. You will make good children.” She smiled and some of the tension bled away and eating resumed around the table. Saul restarted the conversation with, “So, Robert, what do you think about the West Bank...” “Zayde!” “Ahuv!” The dual shouts came from Lavi and her grandmother. I remained silent, deciding to not to antagonize two generations of Heller women. When it was obvious I wasn’t going to elaborate Saul decided to move things along. He picked up a biscuit. “These are very irregular.” “Drop biscuits,” I said. “And the red eye gravy is made with beef drippings instead of ham. The butter is plant based so it is all kosher. I couldn’t find grits from a kosher grocery but I verified with the farm I got them from that they process the corn themselves and they don’t do any meat processing.” “This is very kind of you,” Adriana said. “And I apologize for checking up on you.” Sylvia as she sipped at her tea, “Robert is used to it, he was even pretty calm about it when I told him I wanted to cut his balls off.” Peter nearly choked on his water. “You didn’t tell me you said that!” “Well, it was in the moment.” Sylvia said. Adriane raised her orange juice. “To men who can keep a level head and the women who put up with them the rest of the time.” Everyone raised their glasses and we ate. Saul, “This is very good. I have not eaten grits since I drove through the south as a boy once. American breakfast for lunch is the perfect way to come back to the states.” Syliva, “I can’t believe you made red eye gravy without ham. It’s not the same but good.” She had it poured over both biscuits and grits. “So,” Adriane turned to Lavi, “are you and Robert having a lot of rabbit time?” Lavi’s eyes shot up from her food. Her husband took a warning tone. “Dear.” “What, they should be! Splishy sploshy things have to happen for me to have great grandbabies.” A red faced Sylvia, “They are finishing school first.” I was chewing and pondering the turn of phrase ‘splishy sploshy.’ “Then they should be practicing. Abstinence does not improve fertility. Things will back up and stop working. Robert is already old enough for sperm to be dying in him, he needs to keep things healthy. A man doesn’t keep that working and blood vessels will turn blue and break and I’ve read all about this.” I silently questioned the medical validity of this but decided a sticky bun needed my attention more. Lavi suddenly blurted. “We’re doing it plenty. Trust me.” Her grandmother, “You and him, not just you and the shiksa because you’ve always been kind of “ she waved her hand around. Lavi the queen of sexual shock melted under her grandmother’s bluntness. “Yes, yes, Robert and I, plenty of it.” “Good, good. I’m just saying if you want to step away it’s fine, you should keep that spirit alive. It’s how you keep a man happy and healthy. You keep his stomach full and his eggs empty. And, “ she learned forward as if to whisper but didn’t lower her voice at all, “it is a good thing to make sure you get a tickle yourself, you know. It helps with the baby because you open up when you do.” Then she made a motion of her hands opening. Most of the table stared at her. Saul alone seemed immune. Then apparently concerned we didn’t grasp it she added. “Your uterus. It needs to be wide open.” She suddenly had a look of realization on her face as if she had just thought of it. “Oh, that would help!” She pointed at the girls. “There are two of you so one can help the other when you are, you know, so you get the other tickled if he can’t do it.” I might be a little slow but I just then realized that tickled meant orgasm. Just a few minutes ago I had felt in charge of this conversation. That felt like a long time ago. Sylvia wanted to disappear. Peter looked like he wanted to stop existing. Melissa and Lavi didn’t know how to respond. Saul was enjoying the eggs. How many years had it taken to hit that level of immunity I wondered. Finally Adriane broke the silence. “You are all ridiculous, we are adults and this is how babies are made.” I thought about pointing out that making families isn’t necessarily a family meal conversation topic but then decided I was actually coming out just fine in this so far so why screw it up by opening my mouth. So I filled it with some more country fried steak. The gravy really wasn’t the same without ham. Finally Sylvia got a piece of cantaloupe. “Jesus, I’m glad you didn’t lay this on me when Peter and I were having Lavi.” Athena shrugged, “Maybe I should have, then you’d have more than one. I hope you are not leaving him,” she pointed to Peter, “all blue.” Sylvia’s voice turned cold. “Our love life is fine, thank you.” The words came out flat and emotionless. The last time I’d heard that tone from Sylvia I had been on the receiving end. In response Adriane just shrugged. “You probably get on top too much, that is a bad position.” She looked at Melissa and Lavi, “Remember, you want gravity to help. Be like the wheelbarrow and let him pick your legs up.” She made a motion with her shoulders and lifted her arms up. Melissa found her voice and clearly decided that a hard left in the conversation was called for. “This brings up something important Bubbeh.” Athena turned to her. “Lavi and I want our children to be brothers and sisters with both of us as mom. So, well, “ Melissa seemed at a loss for words Lavi, “what my love is trying to say is it doesn’t matter who gives birth, we’re both their moms so all of our children will all be your great grandchildren.” The older woman considered this. “Will they all be raised Judaic?” Lavi, “Well, we’re not putting guns to their head but,” Lavi and Melissa said together, “yes.” Melissa, “And they will have other options. I identify as Christain so they might go to church with me. If I go. There’s a local hybrid Buddhist / Christian church that I think might fit my beliefs better than the others.” Saul looked grave. “We have those too, these so called JewBu. I am not comfortable with those who claim to be both, Yahweh forbid idols with good reason. But...” he relaxed a little “as philosophies I think there is much to consider.” “That is where I’m coming from,” Melissa responded. “I don’t believe in the whole mythology part but I don’t know that I really believe it in Christainity either. I never thought about it until recently but taken literally there’s a lot in the Bible I have trouble swallowing even if I agree with the ideas. But it is how I grew up and it is a part of me and,” she looked at Adriane, “I want the children to have the option of understanding where I came from as well as Lavi.” Lavi nodded in agreement. Adrianne nodded. “I like that. Families are more than blood. You know what this means?” Melissa shook her head. I ate more grits. I missed real butter. “Double great grandbabies!” She pointed at Melissa and I. “Same thing, practice!” I swallowed grits. “Sounds good to me,” I said. Adriane seemed very pleased and went back to eating. Saul snorted in amusement. Saul said to me, “You did a good job on making the sukkot shelter.” “That was them,” I pointed at Melissa and Lavi, “not me.” “They even came over and built mine this year!” Peter added. “I think this should be a precedent for the future by the way.” “Well, don’t expect me to sleep in it,” said Lavi. “Come on,” Peter said, “its tradition. I’m sure Abba will too.” Peter’s father looked at his son. “Oh no, I’m too old for that, I need a bed these days.” “What!? You always said tradition was more important.” Saul scoffed. “It was my duty to set an example for the future but now I’m retired. But you, you should. It builds character. Me, I’m old and shrinking. I’m at maximum capacity for character.” Peter looked crestfallen. “Now,” his mother said, “your father has insisted I can not get a proper Philly Cheesesteak outside the United States so I want one of those and to try southern style BBQ.” Sylvia and Peter looked at each other. Peter looked to his mom, “Uh, that’s probably going to be pork most places but we can probably find some beef and chicken BBQ.” “No, no, I want to try those pork ribs I keep hearing about.” Peter looked like he was explaining something obvious. He was. “It’s pork mom.” She rolled her eyes at her son. “I’m on holiday dear, it’s not like anyone I know is going to see me.” Sylvia was not going to let this chance pass. “I think that’s wonderful. As a good host I should eat with you.” Peter looked like his parents had just suggested they all have sex in the same room. No, that wasn’t true, this was probably worse. It was also my cue. “There is a place called Fatbacks, they won’t be open until Tuesday because they’re starting the meat today and cook it for two days. Do you like peppery and sweet?” “That’s very kind of you and yes, I do.” Saul was grinning. From there the conversation wandered. I got Adriane’s email address and she talked with Sylvia, Melissa and Lavi about baby names. The only male addition to that line of conversation was Saul saying that his name should be on the list. Peter talked briefly about his work and how he could see himself returning to Israel at some point but not for a few more years at least. Sylvia was doing final drafts on a short story for an anthology she was also co-editing about female protagonists with super powers. Saul and I talked about food, a lot. He did not cook but was an enthusiastic foodie. Melissa and Lavi talked about college and looking at local schools that offered dance and technical theater departments. After we finished eating Lavi gave her grandparents a quick tour of the house while Melissa and I took dishes inside. Everyone was smiling and spirits were high as they left. Saul asked about places that sold bourbon they could stop at on the way to Peter’s. Melissa banished me to the bedroom while she and Lavi cleaned. My shoulder was doing fine but she pointed out that my being tired overall wasn’t good for having energy to heal. I lay back on the bed with the intention of watching a movie but I didn’t get through looking at options when I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up Melissa and Lavi were in bed already. They were nude and kissing. Melissa’s eyes were half closed and Lavi slapped her ass. “Snuggle up to him.” She mumbled something but Lavi said, “it’s fine babe.” Lavi climbed over as Melissa snuggled up against me. Lavi threw a leg over me and slid her body against me, the moisture of her mound rubbing against my dick rapidly hardening it. “You up for this?” She grinned at me. “Getting there.” I reached up and then stopped myself. She had tape over her nipples holding the piercings in place. “How long?” She frowned. “They still hurt. A lot. Why don’t you give me some natural pain meds.” I felt it was clearly my duty for her sake. So, I held the breast as she worked me semi-stiff inside her. She rotated her hips and I hardened completely as she started lifting up and down. I looked to Lavi, seeing her grinning face as it floated above her pendulous breasts. “Did you tire Melissa out?” Lavi shrugged. “We played with each other as we were kissing. The silly slut came four or five times. She was more nervous about the visit than she was letting on so she is exhausted now.” “You’re still worked up though?” She bounced and I felt her channel grip around me. “I’m still floating. Seeing them charged me up. And now, as Bubbeh would say, it is rabbit time.” I chuckled. “We’re not letting gravity help though.” “Well, I’m not trying to get pregnant yet.” I felt Melissa’s hand join mine on Lavi’s thigh and her voice whispered in my ear, “Fill her up baby.” She said it mumbled. Lavi silently bounced on my dick and squeezed her muscles on every up stroke. Only a few minutes passed and she leaned forward putting her hands on my chest and leaned into me, pistoning her hips up and down as she clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut. “Fuck fuck fuck,” she whispered as she came leaving thin scratches down my chest for a few inches as she shook on top of me. She remained still a moment and then began again, moving up and down, smiling as I felt her liquids soak me. “I want you to cum in me baby,” she said. “Come on, practice making your baby in me. Did you know that everytime you cum in me I imagine this is the time the pill fails and you’re knocking me up. I want you to wash my eggs in your seed and one of those little bastards to work it’s way. It can seduce my egg with poetry and knock me up.” I laughed at the ridiculous image. “You’re silly,” I said as she bounced on me. “That’s fine, just let this silly little girl milk your cum out of you.” She panted and kept pistoning until I felt my balls contract and came inside her. She shuddered gently and smiled at me. “It was a small one but I came again.” Melsisa gently snored against me. “I don’t want to risk your bad shoulder. But, I love you.” She leaned down and kissed me before crawling over our wife to spoon behind Melissa. I stayed awake a while and read on my phone but then fell asleep again. Monday passed in a blur. Lavi was gone Monday night with family for dinner and shopping. Melissa asked for burgers for dinner so we made breakfast burgers with bacon and egg. Then we made corn on the cob with mayonnaise, lime juice, chili powder, and then cotija cheese. We were standing in the kitchen when she took off her shirt and bra. She didn’t explain and I didn’t ask. As she ate the corn bits of cheese fell onto her chest and I leaned forward to lick them off. Melissa put on a playlist of REM songs starting with Nightswimming. She put her arms around me and I put my good one around her back and we danced in the kitchen, her naked breasts pressed against me. “Does this list have ‘The One I Love’ on it?” She giggled. “No.” I smiled. “I guess we don’t really have a song like you and Lavi do.” “Nah, we have a song to avoid though.” “Not really a traditional couple kind of thing is it?” “I don’t want traditional, I want you. Do you and Lavi have a song?” I thought about it. “No, we have a poem.” “The Eliott one?” “Yeah.” The playlist ran out and she took my hand. “I’ll do dishes in the morning.” We went upstairs and she removed her pants. She spun around, let her hair fly and sank to her knees in front of me, rubbing her cheek against my crotch as she slithered to the ground and on all fours raised her hips. She wiggled her bum and taking the hint I walked around and pulled her white panties down. Melissa crawled up on the bed and rolled around in the sheets. With one hand she pulled a butt cheek up. “I washed earlier. Do you want my ass baby? Fuck this teen ass. It’s all yours.” I got in the bed and slapped her ass making it bounce. She just wiggled it again. Dripping lube from the bedside tube of it I added some as I worked each inch in. She clenched and relaxed in succession as I worked it in. I heard her voice float back to me. “You like that? You like my tight asshole?” “I love every part of you.” I kissed her shoulder. “I like this,” she said, “I wonder how long we can make it last.” I started a slow thrusting movement, matching her glacial pace. She started to giggle. “I was going to put on a movie. Maybe ... oof” I pushed a bit harder “But I don’t think I can concentrate with you in me.” “We can talk.” Her voice was breathey. “About what?” “I don’t know. The economy? German literature? Why you wanted me to fuck your ass like this?” “It’s stupid.” She wiggled playfully. “What is stupid? German literature or motivations for anal? I mean, you have to at least like Kafka though I could go the rest of my life without reading Thomas Mann again.” She grunted. “Oh my god, it feels good but are we doing a college professor roleplay or are you really talking about German lit while stretching my poor defenseless backdoor?” I had now worked more than half of my length past her sphincter muscle and she felt it but kept herself relaxed. I chuckled but didn’t have anything to say so I continued slowly moving, just taking an inch out and back in. “There we go,” Melissa sighed. “Just keep doing that. I can feel every centimeter shoved inside me, every bit of it pressed against my insides, oh my fucking god yes.” She grabbed my arm and bit it shaking through an orgasm and then she giggled. “That was number one.” I rubbed her nipple between my fingers and she shivered. “Seriously babe,” I said, “I’m not complaining but usually sex is just something that happens, this seems like something for a different reason right now.” Melissa replied but sounded a little distant. “I needed this. When we are like this I feel like I’m calm inside. All the voices in my head that think about stuff stop. I wanted to feel like that tonight. I want to make you feel good too.” I slowed so as to not cum. “You want to be submissive.” “Uh huh. I just ... I don’t think of it like that. I don’t think of it like being owned, like an object. I think of it as not being at all, like I melt into you and just let you be the, well, dominant part of us.” “I’ve heard people talk about subspace in similar terms.” She snuggled back against me and I ground my hips against her buttocks. “I just don’t want you to be bored while I’m doing this. I thought about watching ‘Henry and June’ ... seen it? It’s supposed to be sexy.” I chuckled. I had never had a girl concerned about me being bored while fucking her ass before. “No, I used to really like the Rosy Crucifixion but I avoid it these days.” Melissa turned her head part way around to look at me. “Why?” “Mara in the book reminds me of Jordyn. A constant bitch in heat but needing something from me but not me. Mara was just more honest about it. I did something for that itch inside her but it wasn’t healthy for either of us.” “Was she a good fuck?” “Honestly? Yeah. You’re better though.” I kissed the back of her neck and moved my hips a little. Melissa held my good arm around her and put her nipple between my fingers. “You seem to find it easier to talk about her these days. Tell me something about her.” “Yeah, I’ve let it go I think. Why, though?” She moved her hips some more and it felt wonderful. “I feel like I’m just starting my life and it’s with you but you had this whole thing before me.” I paused. This seemed like dangerous territory. “So you want a story?” “Yeah.” I thought for a second. “I remember walking out of the bathroom one day. I was naked from the shower. She was standing in front of a standing mirror.” “You had one on the wall?” “No, it was a stand up one that used to be in the corner. Later after I got the restraining order I had a moving company take it and other things and deliver them to her.” “Keep going.” She shifted her hips some more, stroking my cock with her body. “There was also a chair, a big sitting one. She was wearing a dress and put a leg up on the chair so she could see her pussy in the mirror. She fingered it as I walked behind her. I watched her, getting hard, and she told me to come over. I did and fucked her. She told me I wasn’t fucking her like I meant it. I ended up pushing her down into the chair, I made her legs come out from under her and fucked her until she was red from rubbing against the fabric.” Melissa sounded thoughtful. “She was spontaneous.” “There’s more. She got up and said things. I don’t remember what she said but she liked me to get angry. I remember that she seemed giddy that she could be cruel. She said more things, again I don’t remember what exactly. I pushed her. I just wanted her away from me. But she went flying across the room and her hip hit the bed frame and she fell to the ground. I rushed over and tried to apologize but she was busy pulling her dress up and looking at the bruise. It was nasty and she was so happy.” Melissa paused. “That is messed up.” “I was living in a never ending battle.” “Sounds like there was a lot to unpack.” She kissed my arm where she had bitten it. “I did over the years.” I kept fucking her. “I like feeling you almost pull out and then slowly back in. This control, this is strength by the way.” She had her hand over mine as I held her breast. We fucked slowly and gently until I felt it rising and came in her ass. Melissa got up and got us glasses of orange juice with a little vodka. Then she laid flat on the bed while I got on my knees and fucked her ass again, her chanting to fill her again and I did. We repeated it again with her on her back. I lost track of the orgasms that we shared and when Lavi got home Melissa was already asleep and I was reading. I had napped for a little bit though. “Smells like sex in here.” She shook her curly dark hair and slid out of her blouse and jeans. “Technically no.” I grinned. “Well, I walked by more than one perfume counter and don’t want to keep that on me.” She stretched. “Want to help me wash my back or are you too tired?” “I don’t know if I have anything left in me but I’ll wash your back and anywhere else you like though it may take fingers or ... tongue.” I grinned and she seemed to like that answer as she swayed those wide hips as she walked into the bathroom. It turned out I had just a little left after all.

Tanning Voyeur by m_storyman_x The owner of a tanning salon enjoys the spoils of his effort. To most people who met him, Jack was a pretty ordinary guy. Nothing outstanding, nothing to cause you to remember him, just an average ordinary guy. Almost forgettable. He'd been that way for as long as he could remember, even as early as grade school. When the other boys were learning about girls Jack was left on the sidelines. When high school came and the other guys had girlfriends, Jack struggled to hold a relationship of any kind and graduated still a virgin. Not that Jack wasn't smart, in fact he was very intelligent. He went to college and earned dual degrees in computer science and business. Again, in college he didn't command much attention from the girls. Not that he didn't have a few girlfriends, but in general he just didn't command the respect of the "good looking" girls, and the good looking girls where what he really preferred. True he had learned a lot about sex from the few girls he had managed to date, and found out he was actually pretty good at it, but his average looks kept him from scoring with those good looking girls. As a result Jack considered himself to be something of a voyeur. He appreciated the creamy smooth skin of the mid twenty something girls, the full round breasts, the soft smooth curves of their hips and tight round rumps. Yes, Jack could really appreciate how they looked, but at thirty five he wasn't going to get one of his own. He realized that early on, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the sensations that seeing those young naked bodies brought. To that end Jack opened a new business attached to his existing computer store. A tanning salon. When he had it built he slipped in one weekend and added a few special touches, some very sophisticated fiber optic cables, each leading to equally sophisticated cameras hidden in a specially constructed wall space between the two buildings. No one could possibly know the space existed, unless they actually measured the inside and outsides of the buildings. The access was hidden on the computer business side of the building, a shelf unit in a back room that contained shelf after shelf of computer software. No, this wouldn't be one that you stumbled across accidently. But for Jack, he logged into his private network almost every night from home, taking great pleasure in viewing from multiple angles, the ladies visiting his tanning salon. Yep, Jack was a dyed in the wool voyeur. He spent many evenings enjoying the view of women of all ages undressing in his salon tanning booths and changing into skimpy bikinis or, as is much more the rage these days, tanning completely nude. He slowly stroked his cock to the high definition images of countless women, many young twenty-something's, oiling their bodies with tanning oil, rubbing it into their skin leaving their soft sexy curves glistening and sparkling in the florescent lights. On some occasions he was fortunate enough to catch some sexy looking young thing, or even middle aged woman, stroking themselves off to a quick orgasm after teasing themselves putting on the tanning oil. How he wished he could just step through the screen and gently spread the oil on their bodies, taking long minutes to ensure he hadn't missed a single spot on their nubile little bodies, after which he would slide his own fat cock into them and fill their tight little pussies with his own cream. Yeah, Jack enjoyed his evening entertainment. Business in both the computer shop and the tanning salon always picked up in the fall. It was too chilly to tan outside and it was getting close to Christmas. Those two factors generally improved his bottom line each October, and also his evening entertainment. Jack was looking forward to that entertainment when he walked into his small lonely house late one October evening. It was nearing Halloween, a date that he enjoyed as a kid, but less so now that he was an adult. It wasn't nearly as much fun alone as it was with someone. Jack picked up the mail from the box as normal, and sorted through it as he stepped through the front door as usual, but one item caused him to stop in mid stride, standing in the hallway, the front door still open behind him, very much NOT as usual. He turned the rather elegant envelope over in his hands several times, checking the address to ensure that yes it really was his. His name and address were embossed in gold on the front of the heavy weight linen paper envelope. This was no cheap print job or junk mail, this particular envelope was clearly intended to attract the attention of the addressee, which it had most certainly done. Jack closed the door behind him and walked to the small table in the hallway, set down the rest of the mail and his keys, and went back to examining the envelop. Yes, it was indeed addressed to him, yet there was no return address. The envelope was cream colored in a heavy linen paper generally reserved for very expensive occasions. He'd seen wedding announcements and invitations on lower quality paper than this. The postmark was local, two forever stamps in the upper right corner to cover the additional weight of the six by eight envelope. Carefully he turned it over and popped the gold embossed seal from the tab of the envelope and carefully peeled the flap open, not wanting to rip the unusual arrival. With hands working as gently as he might caress one of the beauties he frequently watched on his large screen monitor, he slipped the contents from the envelope. "Jack, your presence is requested" is all the front of the folded card said. "My presence is requested? Really?" He thought to himself. Invitations are rarely something he received, and to any kind of social gathering even less so. He gently opened the invitation and read the inside. " Your presence is requested at the tenth annual Halloween gala 9:00 PM to midnight on October 31st. Required dress is a costume capable of disguising your facial features. Additional costume features may be as desired. Special prizes will be awarded to costumes in the following categories: Sexiest costume Most revealing costume Most alluring costume Most original costume Prizes will be awarded for both Male and Female costumes in the above categories. A free bar is available, as is complementary accommodations following the bewitching hour. Address and directions included." "Seriously? Me invited to a Halloween party like this?" Jack asked himself aloud. He looked at the small square of heavy weight paper he had extracted from the envelope with the invitation. It did indeed contain a simple line map, but not just a generalized map, a map that started on his exact street. Jack had never seen an invitation this personalized, but knowing computers as he did, it was certainly within the realm of possibility to use google maps to locate the address the invitation was being sent to and then map from there to the destination. He set the card aside, carefully standing it on the small table before making his way to the kitchen to make his dinner. He was still contemplating his invitation when the microwave beeped to tell him his frozen tv dinner was ready. All the while he ate, he was trying to decide if he should go. Clearly it wasn't a mistake, and just as clearly it seemed that this party, being held at a resort only a few miles up the valley, was going to be filled with women in revealing and sexy costumes. Jack was just unsure why he, of all people, would receive an invitation to such a party? Two days later, the invitation still on the table, Jack decided he would attend. Where else would he find such a wide variety of legally exposed bodies? He picked up the invitation and looked for an RSVP number, and was surprised to find none. He hadn't been to too many parties, but usually they wanted to know who was coming and who wasn't. Maybe this was such an exclusive invitation that they just assumed he'd show up. Jack settled on a barbarian costume. His chest wasn't bad looking so the costume, consisting of a wide leather collar piece and short leather skirt, seemed a perfect choice. He added a headpiece that extended down to his nose, covering his face but allowing him to see clearly. Two leather arm bands, leather sandals and a fake short sword completed the costume. He actually felt like he looked pretty good in it. A bit shorter than six feet tall but no longer as thin as he was in high school, he never really felt like he was good looking, but in this outfit he might just pass for reasonably good looking The night of the party he dressed, discarding his white briefs before pulling on the skirt. He wouldn't really need them, and they clearly didn't fit the costume. Besides, there was always the chance he'd get lucky and coax some half naked woman into a quiet room for a quickie. Jack drove to the indicated address, pulled through the high wrought iron gate and followed the lane around through the woods to a wide open meadow with a massively large mansion set in the middle of the idyllic scene. Jack was surprised that the huge estate existed. He'd been down this road so many times but had never realized that beyond the six foot high rock wall was such a large and grand estate. The huge rock structure, almost a castle, was illuminated by lights on the grounds shining on it, the multiple stories reaching for the nearly full moon along with spires and steeply peaked roofs. Jack got out of his car near the front door and a young man wearing a pair of black pants and white collar, but no shirt to cover his young bare chest took his keys and whisked his car away to park it. Looking around Jack climbed the flight of wide flagstone stairs toward the front door of the massive building, two huge ancient wooden doors stood at the top of the stairs, massive black iron hinges supporting the weight of the huge slabs of wood. As he neared the doors one swung open as silently as a gentle breeze blowing past. Inside stood a tall woman, easily a foot taller than he was, although he noticed that a good portion of that was due to the high heel shoes she wore. The rest of her outfit consisted of a long sleeved black dress, the neckline swooping so low that the tops of both full round breasts were fully on display along with a tiny sliver of bright pink areola. The front of the dress was split up the front, exposing one long slender sexy leg so high that he wondered if the split stopped before her waist. "Welcome Jack." She said in a soft sultry voice, the dress splitting far enough apart as she stepped toward him to expose a tuft or red curls matching the red hair piled on her head in some kind of beehive style hairdo. He barely tore his eyes from her pussy as she stepped closer, leaning in against him and pulling him to her in a tight embrace, her tits pressing against his bare chest as she stooped slightly to make their heights match more closely. "Hi." Jack answered nervously, reaching around her to return the hug, his hands feeling her bare back. As they parted the embrace his hand slid down her back to the sweep of the top of her ass before finally finding the satiny material of her flowing skirt again. The sensations and view before him quickly had his cock growing under the leather skirt, immediately making him wish he had left his briefs on after all. "I'm so happy you could come. Please feel free to enjoy anyplace in the mansion with the exception of the basement." She said with a grin. "Enjoy the views, and one added twist this year. Some young lady here is walking around with a little red surprise inside herself. The gentleman who seduces her and retrieves it will get a special prize at the end of the party." "A red surprise?" He asked curiously, not at all sure what she meant. The temptress in front of him leaned down, her big round tits nearly falling out of the dress as she bent at the waist to lean down and whisper to him. "If you slide your hand up her dress you'll find it." She whispered softly, her own hand sliding down to his leather skirt and pressing against his hardening cock. "Besides you'll have to remove it to slide this in." "Uh, oh, okay." Jack stammered, his mind suddenly clouded by the scent of her as well as the view of her bursting cleavage and the pressure of her hand against his much more quickly hardening cock. "And don't worry if the leather no longer contains you," she whispered almost as if she were reading his mind. "Some of the ladies here will simply take that for an invitation." "Uh...Huh." Jack grunted as she stood back up again. "Enjoy the party!" She said almost dismissively as another couple climbed the stairs behind him. Jack turned and walked down the short stone lined hallway to a room filled with people, and every manor of costume. They varied from the normal, super heroes and witches and devils, to the much more sexual and sensual. One young woman apparently vying for the most revealing talked past in a face mask covered with feathers. Yep that was it, the face mask, the rest of her body was completely nude. Jack tried not to stare as she walked past and then moved to make his way toward one of the tables of food lining the walls of the great hall. A number of young women, mostly in their twenties, but a few a tad older, scurried around the tables, ensuring that the platters were full as well as refilling platters that they were carrying around the crowd. Nearly all were dressed identically. A tiny white maids hat, a black lace bra that did little to actually cover their breasts, a tiny black lace skirt that just as obviously had nothing under it since there was no back to it leaving their firm creamy asses exposed, a tiny white apron that just covered their front, barely large enough to cover their mound and pussy, thigh high black stockings and of course, black high heels. Each one of the ladies he viewed, each wearing the exact same outfit, seemed to look even more tantalizing than the last. He was barely aware of how hard his cock had grown until he saw one particular young woman. She was dressed differently, but no less sexy and appeared to be in charge of the others. Her outfit, instead of the bra and skirt, was made up of a see through babydoll with white frills for a skirt. Her nearly waist length dark hair made her look almost exotic in the outfit which failed in any way to hide her large pink areola or the rock hard nipples protruding. "I take it you're in charge of the ladies here?" He asked her, drawing himself up as tall as he could, still nearly three inches shorter than her heels made her. "I am, may I help you?" She responded sweetly. "That all depends." Jack said, the courage he felt a few moments ago seeming to suddenly escape him. "I was wondering if you could direct me to someplace quiet where I might have a private word with you." He finally got out, his voice trailing off as he completed his request. He half expected her to refuse him outright, but instead she gave him a soft knowing smile as she walked around the table. "You think that because I'm the one in charge that I'm the keeper of the prize?" she asked as she stepped closer to Jack. "Something like that." Jack mumbled, the rest of his resolve to seduce this woman slipping away to be replaced with the shyness that had always ruled his sex life. "Are you afraid of me?" She asked, cocking her head slightly, the smile never leaving her face. "Sort of." Jack admitted. "I mean you're really hot, but..." "But you think that I'll just turn you down flat?" She concluded for him. "Something like that." "With so many sexy women here tonight, many wearing even less than I am, why did you choose me to target?" "I didn't mean to..." Jack started to say defensively. "Target? You most certainly did. I saw it in your eyes, your determination. What were you determined to do?" "I'm not sure really." He stammered. "Jack isn't it? Jack, you were most certainly determined, the question is to do what? Undress me? Feel me up?" she asked, pausing between each suggestion, "Fuck me? Ohhhhh yes, there it is. I see it in your eyes, you wanted to fuck me, right there, right then. You wanted to push my little skirt up, expose my pussy to everyone in the room and fuck my hot little cunt until you came deep inside me. That is what you wanted, wasn't it?" She asked, taking another step toward him. "So why did you stop? Were you afraid I would say no? Or were you afraid to ask at all?" "Afraid to ask I guess." Jack mumbled, staring at her tits, now only a foot or so away from him. "So take me. Walk me over to that bench and take me. You know you can, you know you want to. You want to show every woman in this room how big and powerful your cock is. You want to show them how much they're missing by not allowing you to drive it fully into them. Am I right?" She whispered. Jack stood there barely able to take his eyes from her face. He realized that she was right, he did want that. He knew that he was capable in bed. The few girlfriends he had that he made it that far with had all been pleased by his size and how he used it. He just could never show those pretty girls exactly what they were missing. Somehow he felt this was his chance, this was his one opportunity to show the pretty girls what they were missing. "Yesssss, that's it. I can see it in your eyes. You want to take me and you won't take no for an answer. Do it. Take me the way you've dreamt of taking so many good looking sexy young women." Jack's mind suddenly kicked into high gear. She was right, she was exactly perfectly right. And what was more, she was a young pretty woman, exactly the kind of woman that had spurned him all his life. He didn't care if she wanted it or not, suddenly he wanted to take her, to push his cock into her until she begged for him to make her come. Jack took her hand and pulled her to that padded bench she had suggested, the smooth brown leather beckoning for him to lay her back on it and hike her skirt up. She willingly lay back, lifting her legs to hook her high heels on the edge of the bench, her knees splaying wide to present her bare pussy to him as he pushed the almost non-existent skirt up to her stomach. "Damn," He mumbled, staring down at her absolutely perfect pussy. Her outer lips were full and round, tanned a light brown with the rest of her body, her fat lips spread enough to let only the very edges of her feathery pink inner lips to protrude toward him. He gently ran his hands up and down her legs, his fingers teasing her thighs as his strokes brought his fingers closer and closer to her glistening lips. As his fingers finally teased across her shaved lips he wondered if she had tanned at his salon, leaving the possibility that he had indeed seen her nude form before. She wiggled her arms out of the small spaghetti straps holding her top in place and pushed it down over her breasts, bunching the material around her waist, leaving her bare tits free to be teased by her own fingers as his gently stroked up and down her wet lips. "That's it, tease me. Make me want you, beg for you to enter me." She whispered as her own fingers stroked her rock hard nipples, periodically twisting and tugging them as his fingers spread her lips and teased between them. "Ohhhh yes, I love that." She cooed as his finger traced up between her lips, and bounced over her hard clit. With a grin to himself he knelt down before her, his face even with her scrumptious pussy. Leaning forward he pressed his soft tongue between her equally soft lips, tasting the tanginess of her arousal as he stroked his tongue up the length of her lips to the juncture where her clit stood exposed and distended. He alternated between licking her wet pussy and concentrating on her clit, his attentions at either making her squirm and wiggle on the leather bench, her moans growing louder by the second. Again and again he tasted her juices, the tanginess fading to be replaced with a sweetness as her juices grew more abundant. "Fuck me. Take me please!" She begged, grabbing at his headpiece with her hand, trying to draw him up her body. Finally he stood, his cock rock hard in the leather skirt. He pulled the hem up and back, exposing himself to her and her waiting hands, which greedily encircled him. Her hands stroked his cock while they coaxed him forward, aiming his fat long prick at her waiting slit. "Yessss yessss!" she hissed loudly as his head pressed into her opening, his fat mushroom spreading her entrance until it finally allowed the invader to enter her soft confines. "Ohhhh god yes." She moaned loudly, several people turning to watch as he slowly pushed his fat prick into her, her body expanding to accept his full length and girth. "That's it. Fuck her good!" a voice said, practically ignored by his over stimulated brain. He began to slide in and out of her, each stroke met with her own motion, lifting her hips with each thrust to push herself down on him more fully. Each stroke made her stretched pussy feel full and contented while his strokes back seemed to leave her pussy wanting and begging to be filled again. Over and over he stroked into her, her legs and arms trembling in climax after only a few short minutes of his shaft delving into her. Over and over he stroked, her wet pussy caressing and teasing his cock, massaging his shaft and mushroom head as it pulsated around him, her body spasming in orgasm over and over as her cries of pleasure grew louder. He looked down at her perfect body, her big tits rolling and moving with each stroke of his cock, her pink nipples rigid and her areola puckered and engorged as her whole body was overtaken by her orgasm. "FUCK YES! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK MY HOT LITTLE CUNT!" She screamed as his strokes increased in pace, her orgasm seeming to last forever as his own began to build. He was surprised he'd lasted as long as he had, but now it was clear what was coming next. Quickly his body readied the load to be expelled, his body tensing, his balls pulling tightly to his own body as he felt the familiar tingling race through his body, starting at his cock head and running down his legs and up his body. "UGH!" Jack grunted as his body jerked, jamming his cock into the beautiful woman below him, his cock surging a huge gush of hot cum into her. Again and again his body jerked, his own groans of pleasure mixed with her squeals of approval. "YES FILL ME! FILL MY HOT CUNT WITH YOUR CUM! OH GOD YES OHHHHH GOD YESSSS!" She squealed loudly over and over as his body pumped shot after shot of hot wet cum into her. Finally his climax eased, his strokes gone, replaced by his fat cock being held deep inside her, its jerks and twitches making her gasp and moan in pleasure as she used her fingertips to rub his stomach. His cock softened within her and finally he pulled out, his still half hard cock glistening with their juices as a large dollop of his cum oozed from her gapping pussy to drip onto the hardwood floor. Jack stood back and looked down at her, feeling a presence behind him. He turned his head to see a young woman wearing a sheer white skirt barely long enough to reach below the pussy visible through the material, and a pair of large feathery wings, the straps of which seemed to lift and cup her bare breasts. If she was an angel, she was by far the sexiest angel he'd ever seen. With a timid look she stepped past him and squatted down in front of the maid, her head quickly diving between her legs to lick her pussy, her tongue collecting all of the juices the two of them had made. Her tongue licked time and again, her attentions making the maid whither and squirm on the bench, her hands hovering near her thighs as if she were thinking about wanting to stop the additional stimulation, but not quite able to bring herself to do so. With the maid's pussy well licked with no trace of Jack's cum leaking from her any longer, she pivoted and leaned toward jack, lifting his skirt and grasping his mostly flaccid cock. She eagerly closed her mouth around it, stuffing nearly the whole thing in her mouth. Her tongue teased under and around it, causing the blood to surge back into it and to grow larger by the second. She was soon unable to contain his length and used her hand to stroke that portion she couldn't get into her mouth, her wet lips sliding up and down the length of his shaft. "Mmmmmm" Jack moaned as she worked his cock back to its full proportions, her delicate hand unable to fully close around his fat shaft and her soft wet mouth teasing only a third of its length. Without warning she stood and turned to face the maid, still lying on the bench, her legs hanging over the side, the material of her outfit bunched around her waist. "Fuck me. Take me please!" the angel said urgently, her eyes begging for Jack to step behind her and fill her pussy with his fat cock. Jack may have been relatively inexperienced, but even he knew that when a woman sticks a bare pussy out at you, bent over, that it's an invitation to fuck. He quickly stepped behind her and rubbed his saliva coated cockhead on her lips, spreading them and forcing it between them. He felt his head press into the entrance to her tunnel, the cap of his head pressing against her tunnel. He gripped her bare hips, the see through skirt having slid up on its own to expose her full nude ass as she bent over. With her legs straight and spread slightly apart she lowered her head to rest on the Maid's bare clean-shaven mound. Her eyes closed as Jack pushed against her, trying to force his fat cock into her young pussy. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." She begged as he eased the pressure, afraid to hurt her. With a grunt of second effort, he bucked his hips, plunging his cock suddenly forward and into her incredibly tight confines. "OH FUCK!" she cried at the sudden penetration into her soft pussy. She gasped and panted as her body worked to accept the fat shaft within her, the pressure easing only after a long minute of waiting. She wiggled her ass at him, moving him around inside her as she started to slide herself back toward him, pushing more and more of herself around his fat shaft until he felt his head pressing against her cervix. In and out he stroked, slowly and short at first, but then longer and faster as she worked her ass back toward him with each stroke, driving the two of them together in unison. Her moans and cries filled the hall over the sound of the music, her body shaking and trembling before him as his fat cock stroked across all the nerve endings in her tunnel, bringing her waiting orgasm to climax much more quickly than he would have thought possible. She finally sagged onto the maid, her bare body pressing against the nude form of the maid, her pussy sliding off Jack's cock as several men and women watching applauded the completion of her orgasm. "Very nice work." A middle aged woman said, stepping up and wrapping an arm into his. She wore a black mesh bra, barely containing her large full breasts, the mesh leaving her areola and nipples fully visible. The tiny black skirt she wore had a satin band around her hips with similar mesh material hanging down to just below the juncture of her legs, not hiding the skimpy black satin thong panty at all. She had on a black eye mask, a hat on her head with a pair of pilots wings and a black satin neck tie around her neck. "Thank you." Jack replied, not at all sure how to reply to such a comment. He'd never had sex in front of an audience, let alone had anyone in such an audience come tell him about how well he did. She led him away from the two women and off into the crowd, steering him closer to the middle of the room. "I thought you might prefer to dance first." She cooed as she stopped and turned to face him. She stepped toward him, her mesh covered tits pressing against his bare chest. "First?" "Of course. You don't think you could fuck like that and not expect to be left alone, do you?" "I really hadn't thought about it." he answered her as she started swaying to the music, her hips grinding against his to encourage him to move with her. "Mmmmm that's it. You are a fast learner, aren't you?" "I try." Jack answered quietly. "And you do quite well. If this top is scratchy, feel free to make things more comfortable." She whispered. "You want me to take it off of you?" He asked in surprise. "If you want. You can take anything you want off, of you or me." She whispered. Jack grinned to himself and moved his hands to her back, finding the clasp for the bra and easily undoing it. The elastic strap snapped back around her sides leaving the mesh bra hanging on her shoulders and trapped between them. He reached up and slid the tiny shoulder straps off her shoulders and down her arms, allowing her to pull away enough to free the material before pressing her bare tits against his chest again. His hands quickly found their way down to the skirt, held in place by a small satin tie, which was easily undone. She danced with him now in nothing but the thong, the necktie, hat and of course high heels. He pondered for a moment how to get the thong panty off and finally reached his fingers into the delicate strings around her hips. It only took two small tugs and the thong strap was in pieces, each of the three ends attached now only at the triangle of material over her mound and pussy. He let go of the end and the satin triangle fell away. "So stud, you going to fuck me right here or do you want to find someplace more private? Not that I'd mind anyplace." She said as her hands moved down his back to find the attachment holding the leather skirt together. Within a few moments he was as naked as she, the two of them dancing and swaying to the music, the couples around them seemingly oblivious to their nudity. She grinned and lifted one leg high, coaxing him to hold her leg up in the crook of his elbow. He felt her hand grasp his raging hardon and guide it to her wet pussy, aiming it between her lips as she rocked her hips slightly, working him down to the entrance to her tunnel and then into her. The music kept playing while Jack closed his eyes, the sensations of her pussy practically eating his cock driving him nearly delirious. The music played and she rocked, sliding her pussy up and down his shaft, her soft tunnel caressing it while her pussy muscles clenched and ripples along the length of his cock. "Oh god damn." He groaned quietly as she slowly fucked him in the middle of the dance floor. Up and down she moved, one leg holding herself up, her other still held up by Jack's bent arm. His cock felt each inch of her velvety tunnel, the sensations much more exquisite than he would have expected from an older woman. He guessed she had to be at least forty, but her pussy didn't feel like it. She also seemed to be enjoying the sensations, his fat cock and mushroom head caressing each inch of her tunnel, stroking across the nerve endings as he went in and out and his head pressing against her cervix at the end of each stroke. "I think I'm going to come." She moaned softly, never losing the pace of her constant strokes. "Come with me. I want to feel your cum squirting up into me." Jack might have answered if he hadn't been lost in the dreamland of ecstasy caused by the sensations of her pulsating pussy on his cock. Instead all he could do is grunt as his cum started to boil up from his balls. "Ohhhh here it comes. I can feel you growing inside me again." The pilot woman moaned softly as her own body began to spasm around his cock, the spasms suddenly increasing in intensity as his cock pumped shot after shot of cum up into her. Jack stood there, his body jerking, his cock spurting into her, for what felt like an hour before she coaxed him to release her leg, her pussy clamping down on his cock to hold it there while it slowly shriveled. "Thank you." She whispered as she went back to swaying to the music. "You're welcome." Jack answered, his own arms wrapping around the woman, holding her tightly to him. The music, which had seemed to go unbroken during their long encounter ended. The pilot woman gave him a soft wet kiss on the lips and then pulled back, his half hard cock slipping from her pussy as she stepped back. Turning away, she walked across the room and disappeared into the crowd, her outfit still strewn around the floor at his feet. Jack walked to the wall and sat down, suddenly very tired. This was more sex in one night than he'd had in...well, since he graduated from college. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them a woman was standing in front of him. She looked like she was wearing some kind of genie costume made of many nearly see through lengths of cloth wrapped around her body. Through the layers of material he could just barely make out the outline of her nipples pushing the thin material out. As he sat there she began to dance a very seductive dance, swaying herself side to side before him. Her dance was littered with opportunities for her to spin before him, each rotation freeing another layer of the thin material as she undulated and swayed before him. As her layers disappeared he saw a truly stunning young body, maybe as old as twenty two or three, her breasts unsupported yet still round and protruding without a hint of droop. His eyes traveled lower, her bare shaved mount and pussy lips becoming more and more exposed as she spun. Finally the last layer dropped away, leaving her in nothing but her mask and a pair of genie slippers. She continued to dance, getting closer by the moment until she was dancing with her knees against the bench he rested on, one leg on either side of his. She bent and reached for his hand, drawing it up to her pussy, pressing his fingers to her hot wet lips before releasing his hand. She continued swaying and moving, her hand stroking his neck and shoulders, occasionally sliding down to his quickly hardening cock. Jack lost track of how long he sat there, his fingers gently stroking her pussy in time with the music, her own hand stroking his cock periodically. Her wetness grew by the moment, her motions more fluid and erotic as he played with her clitoris. "Make me cum!" She whispered urgently. "Make me come hard!" Jack wasn't exactly sure what he should do to accomplish this simple demand, but his hesitation was read by her for what it was. "Here. Rub like this. Press one finger up into meeee...ohhhhh yeah, like that. Push it in and out like you're fucking me." She moaned loudly, pulling her hand from his after a few seconds. She continued to sway, but her motions were much more muted now that his finger pressed up into her. "Oh god yes. A little deeper. Ohhhh fuck better. Just like that. Oh god. I'm gonna come!" she squeaked loudly as her body jerked, her pussy spewing a gush of hot wet juice at him. Her discharge surged three times as her body convulsed, the juices wetting his legs and lap, covering his cock as he continued to rub his thumb back and forth across her hard clit. "Ohhhh god." She moaned again, pulling his hand from her pussy so she could sink down on the bench on her knees, her body straddling his, her hands guiding his rock hard appendage up to her pussy. "Here. Let me." She whispered as she wigged her hips and pushed her own pussy down his shaft, not stopping until he was fully penetrating her, her clit grinding against the base of his cock. "So what was that? Pee?" Jack asked quietly, hoping he wasn't offending her. "No, that was my cum. It's called squirting. Some women do it easily, others....not so." She answered simply. "Never seen that before." Jack admitted. "At least not in person." "Well now you have. A girl that squirts has a really good orgasm." She said with a shrug. Jack was sitting there, enjoying the gentle undulations of the young woman on his lap when a tall muscular gentleman walked up behind her, bending down and kissing her on the cheek. "How about a dance sweetie?" He asked quietly, her hands coming up from where they rested on his stomach to capture the newcomers hands. Only then did Jack notice the diamond ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. "Married?" He squeaked, looking at the much larger man, afraid he was about to be pounded for what he had done to his wife. "Oh yes. Happily!" She said with a wide smile. She pulled up off his cock and stood in front of Jack, her husband slowly winding layer after layer of material around his wife before leading her away, once again fully costumed. Jack sat there for a minute, unsure of what had just happened. The guy didn't even flinch at the fact that his cock was stuffed in his wife, but then his wife was the one who came and seduced him. Maybe accepting sex from just anyone wasn't such a good idea. This could get him into trouble! Jack sighed as he realized that maybe he needed to be more careful. He got up and made his way to a table in the back of the room that had a variety of clothing on it, including his leather skirt. It was pretty obvious by the pile that he wasn't the only one losing things on the dance floor. He was just about to turn and walk from the table when a pair of arms slipped around his waist, one hand sliding down to his still hard and exposed cock, the other wrapping around his chest to pull him tightly to a pair of soft breasts. "Hello Jack." A soft young voice whispered in his ear. "Do I know you?" Jack asked as she eased her grip to allow him to turn and face her. She wore an unusual costume that was clearly supposed to be a bee. It consisted of a strip of black and yellow stripped cloth around her hips, barely long enough to cover her pussy. This was attached to a strip running up her stomach to the sexy V between her breasts. Each breast, dropping slight and wiggling every time she moved, was covered with a small square of black and yellow stripe material that was just tall enough to cover her areola, but wide enough to wrap from the V of her cleavage around her back to the other breast. The whole thing was held up by a pair of black strings tied in place around her neck. The effect was to leave most of her body completely naked, but with the most important parts just barely covered. Even as she breathed he could see the wiggle of her breasts teasing the bottom of one areola into view. "You should, you see me every week." The young woman said with a grin. "Huh?" Jack asked confused. "Black and Yellow bikini? Tanning every Tuesday?" She said quietly, her head turning slightly to the side causing her to look at him from an angle. "Ohhhhh! I get it. Sorry didn't connect." Jack said as he did indeed recognize the young lady, not because he remembered seeing her come in, but because she generally stripped her bikini off before climbing into the tanning bed. More than once he had come to completion while watching her oil her sweet body up. He would almost go as far as to say she was one of his favorites. "So who would have thought that a quiet computer nerd had such a big fat useful cock." She said quietly, her hands reaching back down for my shaft. She wrapped both hands around it and then slowly stroked it too and fro. "I watched you pumping this into that angel and I wondered if you wanted to feed it into me?" "Uh, sure, why not?" He asked somewhat stupidly. "You do think I'm good looking, don't you? I mean you enjoy how my body looks?" She asked, hiking the skirt up to expose her tiny tuft of blond curls. "Oh yeah. VERY good looking." Jack responded emphatically. "I've always admired your curves." "I thought as much." She said as she started walking backwards, leading him slowly toward the corner of the room. "It's almost the bewitching hour, midnight. I want you to cum in me exactly at midnight. How about it Jack? Can you do that? Can you fill my sweet little pussy with your cum exactly at midnight?" "Sure, I'd love to." Jack replied eagerly. He'd jacked off to this beauty more than a few times and to really get to fuck her...well how could he ever turn that down. She found a round table in the corner of the room and pushed the few items on it off onto the floor behind it and turned back to face him. She lifted herself up and sat on the edge of the table. Jack stepped between her legs as she lifted them, hooking them on his shoulders so her pussy was spread wide for him. He stepped closer, pressing his shaft against her wet lips, grinding his cock against her clit as he reached up and untied the string around her neck, freeing the little band of material covering her nipples. "Nice." He muttered as he stared at her firm round tits, her nipples hard and extended with excitement. He pulled his hips back and rubbed his cock head up and down her wet lips, spreading them with the mushroom shape, finally letting it settle into the entrance to her tunnel. "Before you press in there you might want to check and be sure you're not the only thing there." She whispered as he began to press his cock against her tunnel entrance. With a confused look he looked down at her pussy and pulled his head back from between her lips. Noticing a small string sticking from her lips he reached down and gave it a gentle pull. Slowly a red plastic egg slipped from between her lips, which he held up, the red plastic device dangling from his fingers. "Looks like you found the prize. Now fuck me before it's too late." She said almost urgently. Jack set the egg aside and quickly lined his cock up with her again and pressed his fat cock into her, feeling her body expand to accept him, her soft smooth walls caressing his shaft as he began to stroke little short choppy strokes, working his full length into her as inch by inch it was lubricated with her juices. In and out he went, his strokes growing longer by the moment until he was stroking his full length into the soft sweet pussy he had fantasized about so many times. "Oh god Jack, you're going to make me come. Come with me... please!" She moaned loudly. "Uh huh." Jack grunted as he pounded his cock into her, enjoying the sensations of her tight tunnel caressing and teasing his head and shaft. Her little tits bounced and jiggled with each impact of his thighs against her bare ass, her clit smashing into the base of his cock at the end of the stroke. In and out Jack pumped, his desire climbing with the pitch and fervor of her cries of pleasure. "Yes Jack, fuck me. Fuck me hard! Oh god yes make me cum. Make me cum all over your fat cock Jack!" She cried over and over as her body trembled and shuddered. "UHHHHH FUCK!" Jack grunted as his cock unleashed a flood of cum into her pussy. Time and again his cock surged and his body bucked, driving his cock into her, practically lifting her ass off the table each time. He barely heard the huge clock on the other end of the room chiming its twelve gongs he was so engrossed in the climax that was filling her pussy. "Perfect Jack." She moaned as he stood between her legs, his cock still twitching and oozing cum into her full pussy. He stood there for long minutes before his softening cock slipped from her pussy and their combined cum drooled from her pussy, puddling on the floor between his feet, her feet still resting on his shoulders, her chest heaving as she worked to catch her breath after her own orgasm. "So you found the prize. Shall we see what it was?" She asked quietly, lowering her feet off his shoulders to sit upright on the table. Jack picked up the red egg shaped plastic object and turned it in his hands several times before realizing it was two pieces. He gripped the egg shaped container and pulled and twisted until suddenly it popped apart, revealing a small gold key of very unusual shape. The key, with a heart shaped gold handle had two prongs of different lengths, each prong containing a number of small indentations. "You know, I think I saw a door that might have had a lock like that." She said quietly, looking at the unusual key. "Really? Where?" He said encouraging her to show him what the key might fit. The young lady pushed off the table and led him by the hand through the kitchen and down a long narrow hallway to a large heavy door. In the center of the door was a circular gold plate with a heart shape matching the handle of the key and two small holes that looked like the prongs might fit in it. Jack held up the key to the lock, pressed the prongs into the lock and turned. To his surprise the door opened almost on its own, revealing a long dark staircase. "This is Exciting!" the young lady said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Quick, kiss me for luck!" she begged. Jack turned to her and gave her a quick kiss, anxious to see where the strange staircase led to. With the young lady in tow he started down the stair, lights coming on as he approached and going out again as he passed. The long staircase seemed to keep going and going, but then Jack was having a bit of trouble focusing. "I feel kind of weird." He said as he neared the bottom of the steps, his head starting to spin and small prickles of light flashing across his darkening vision. "I really don't feel very...." He said as he collapsed on the floor. Feeling returned to Jack slowly. The positon he was in feeling alien and uncomfortable as his body began to respond again to his requests. Jack looked around and found himself standing in a pool of light from a single overhead fixture, the area around him inky black compared to the harsh light above him. His wrists and ankles seemed to be attached to a huge wooden X shape behind him, the cuffs restraining him naked in the same X position, his arms high and back and his legs spread nearly two feet apart. He tugged on the cuffs on his wrists, the heavy leather preventing him from pulling free, yet the soft lining inside the leather strap preventing the leather from cutting into his skin. "Well Jack." He heard a voice say, the same voice that had greeted him at the door to the mansion. He looked around and then ahead as the lights slowly brightened a pool of light over her. He recognized the temptress from the front door, the red hair up on her head as she sat completely naked behind a clear glass desk set up several feet high on a stage. "What am I doing here?" Jack croaked, trying to pull at his bonds. "Jack, Jack, Jack." She said quietly "You're here because of your misdeeds." "What misdeeds?" Jack asked, tugging again at the restraints. "Do you not remember me? Not at all?" She asked quietly. "No, should I." "You should. You took video of me visiting your little salon. In fact, you took video of all of us." She said waving a hand to her right and then to her left, lights brightening to show two more stages, one on either side of her, each stage filled with naked women sitting on chairs. Most were in their twenties, but some were older, and a few even older than that. "I don't understand." Jack answered back. "Look carefully. Are you sure you don't recognize any of these ladies?" The temptress said, holding her hands apart to indicate the women to either side of her. To say the least there were a lot of them. Maybe as many as a hundred or even more. All naked, all sitting and staring at him. He looked more closely and saw the bee girl sitting in the front row of seats, an older woman, maybe fifty, sitting next to her with the same facial features and hair. Jack looked more and soon realized that many of the women were on the videos he had taken of the tanning salon. "Jack, you stand accused of using our bodies, without permission for your own personal gratification. To be blunt, we were tools to be used and tossed away after you had your fun. None of us asked for that, none of us even realized we were fodder for your fantasies. So Jack, think carefully before you answer, it may mean a great difference in your situation. How do you plead to these charges?" Jack didn't have to think long. He knew very well that most of these women were on his tapes, but going to jail? He wasn't prepared for that and he doubted these women could actually prove anything to send him to jail. "Not guilty." Jack said defiantly, standing tall against the rough wooden X. "Very well. Amanda, would you be so kind?" The temptress said from her seat on the stage. A slender young woman with large breasts got up from the front row and wheeled a cart with a TV from the darkened edge of the room to the middle, placing it where both Jack and the ladies could see. She turned on the TV and then walked away. It only took a few moments for the image to fill the screen of Jack sitting in his recliner, facing the big screen monitor, his body completely naked as he slowly stroked his cock, his eyes transfixed on the screen with bee girl slowly oiling her breasts. The video continued as she worked the rest of her body, Jack finally squirting a huge gush of cum into the air with a loud grunt. "So Jack, do you wish to still plead not guilty? I have many more such images I can display to the jury." "Jury? This isn't a trial. There isn't anything you can prove." Jack answered defiantly. "Oh but it is. This isn't a court of law, but it is a court of justice. Jack, every lady at the party tonight was one of your victims. What you did was...naughty to say the least. Illegal as well. You might have even gotten away with it if you hadn't recorded me. But I could feel that I was being watched. I could sense that someone was watching me even long after I had left. Jack, you should never, ever, spy on a witch." She said sternly. "So all of you are witches?" Jack asked incredulously. "Oh, certainly not. But a few of us are, yes. The rest, just ordinary women who would like to see some justice. All of them here have agreed to abide by whatever justice I meet out for you for your transgressions. None will go tell the police of either this place or what has become of you. You are quite fully at my mercy, the mercy of my Coven Court, so to speak." "You can't do anything to me!" "Think again. You are far underground. Your screams wouldn't even penetrate the walls of this old mansion let along the dozens of feet deep of dirt. There is simply no escape for you. You have two choices, accept responsibility for what you have done, and with that the punishment, or...well there really isn't another choice." Jack looked around the room as the lights came up around him. The room was like a dungeon, but a very well decorated one. The walls were of rough stone, yet elegant furniture sat around the room, along with display cases of all sorts of weapons, some for battle defense, some clearly for punishment. Jack didn't like the look of any of them and recoiled at the thought that maybe they would be used on him. Fear crept into his body and soul. Fear of what might happen to him, fear of what had already been done. "You're right. I did record you. Maybe all of you, I'm not sure. I'm sorry. I know it was wrong." "Thank you Jack," the temptress said as she got up from the glass desk, striding quickly across the stage and down the stairs. "that wasn't really so hard was it?" "No." Jack said quietly. "Good. So the first part of your punishment is complete. You've seen your fault and you regret your choice, even if a bit belatedly." "So you'll let me go now?" The Temptress laughed loudly, her big round tits wiggling slightly as she did. The other ladies joined in the laughter. "Jack, you can't really think that your punishment would be that simple, would you? Oh no. We have a much more fitting punishment for you. You've been recording women for three years. Three long years of abusing us without our knowledge. All things that go around come around. For the next three years you will be our entertainment. For the next three years you will stay here and pleasure each of us at any time we want and in any way we want. In addition we have some...friends, that like to watch. You will conduct yourself as they desire. If that means having sex with their spouse, or another equally agreeable individual while they watch, so be it. You are forbidden to come yourself until they give you permission. If you violate that, well, let's just say you don't want to." She said walking over to a glass case and looking at the variety of little clamps, chains, whips and paddles. "Do you understand Jack? For the next three years you will be used and abused every bit as much as all your victims were." She said as she walked over toward me. "Any questions?" Jack looked at the gathering of women, most out of their chairs now, moving toward him, each holding a single long feather. "Is this for real? You can't do this!" "Oh trust me Jack, it's very much for real. And since I figured you'd need to have more proof, I'm going to teach you that sometimes what feels pleasurable in small quantities can become torture. "Girls, he's all yours." She said as she turned and walked back toward the stage, reaching the first step as the first young woman stroked her feather between his legs. "Oh jack. You are so going to learn to be cooperative." She whispered as she sat down to watch Jack's first lesson in pleasurable torture.

T-shirt for sale by FunKelly T-shirt for sale. Part 69 Somewhere between the emotion of feeling so puny among the much taller and developed teenagers, and the fervor of being so needed, if only because I was willing to act while totally naked, I blurted out, "I'll do it!" Almost immediately, I wished I could take back those words, but the warm acclamations from the older teenage actors, put me at ease. Having committed to performing in the play, also meant I was now committed to remaining naked for the entire week. I was uncertain how to feel about that, but for now, I decided to savor the moment. Sharon and the actors all towered above me, but I started feeling more like an young adult, rather than a little kid. Connie and Kevin suggested we go through one act of the play, since we were already in costume, so to speak. We decided to start with "Act III", where the young nudist first met a group of teenagers. She was being led by the woman from the camp office, to a cabin that was occupied by three girls her age, and their camp chaperone. No one actually rehearsed their parts in the play. We all performed our roles in, 'Act III", based on our own individual reading of the script. When we were finished the first unofficial rehearsal of the play, everyone looked at each other with such excitement, as we all knew we had something special here. We went through "Act III", one more time, then Sharon and I were invited to join the others, as they went to tell Lauren the good news. Her play was finally going to come to fruition, live on the campground's outdoor theatre stage. Sharon told me she wanted to let our mother know where we would be. Ever the big sister, and concerned about my welfare, She invited Kevin and the other boy, Tony, to take the walk with her. They happily agreed, and the three of them walked back in the direction of our cabin. Left with the four well developed teenage girls, I stood there feeling dwarfed, as they thanked me for agreeing to play the role of the young nudist, in the play. As we headed down the path toward the pool and office areas, I started feeling apprehensive about my decision. After walking about fifty feet, I suddenly heard one of the girls say, "Tell me Kelly's first little crop of pubic hair isn't precious", as she smiled down at me. The other girls all smiled in agreement, as my naked little body became the focal point of their attention. Before arriving at the pool, we took a turn down a dirt path, I had not been on before. I could see an opening ahead of us, when Connie said, "Lauren should be at the soccer field by now". We continued to the opening, then stepped into the clearing. My heart dropped as I saw what came into view. The soccer field had dozens of little girls wearing yellow T-shirts and green shorts. There were four little daisy troops, playing in two separate soccer games, simultaneously. It wasn't long before they spotted me. I was first noticed by only a few girls, as I discreetly hid behind the teenagers, hoping they wouldn't notice I was panic-stricken by the five year old girls.We made our way over to Lauren, as she was instructing the girls playing in one of the games, while Stephanie was coaching the girls in the other. As more and more of the girls noticed I was naked, they stopped playing and started staring at me. I was petrified they would degrade me again, in front of my fellow actors. The laughing and finger pointing started with only a few girls, but the others would all soon jump in. Another of the teenage girls noticed I was frozen with fear, and said, "Come on Kelly. You can't be afraid of a few little girls". Not being an eye witness to my two prior encounters with the little terrors, she could not have know the level of degradation they were capable of thrusting on me. Having witnessed the girls debasement of me for herself, Lauren took a stand. "GIRLS!...SILENCE!", she called out, in a tone that could not have been mistaken as a casual request. All twenty four girls stopped dead in their tracks, and never uttered another word. Lauren waved us over to where she was standing. "Kelly! Does this mean you're going to perform in the play, sweetheart ?", she asked, obviously noticing I was with four of the campground actors. Trying to ignore the twenty four little demons, I focused on her comforting face, and replied, "Yes", still apprehensive, as the five year old girls were eerily silent. Sharon and the two male teenage actors arrived at the soccer field. She looked around, then down at me, and said, "I see your fan club has grown", as she laughed. I kept silent, afraid any sign of weakness would ignite another firestorm of laughing, finger pointing and ridicule. T-shirt for sale. Part 70 Lauren smiled with excitement, then told me she would catch up with me after soccer practice, to go over my part in the play. I agreed, and we all left the field and headed for the pool area. Being a full head shorter than Sharon and the campground actors, not to mention being totally naked, made me feel bit inconsequential, even though everyone was so thrilled I had decided to act in the play. We arrived at the pool area to see many more people were now out and about. I could feel the adrenaline running through my veins again, accompanied by an ominous feeling of dread. It finally occurred to me, it was Sunday. The day many of the families would be checking out, while many others would be checking in, for their week long stay at the campground. The idea that an entire new audience would be seeing my naked body, was both exhilarating and intimidating at the same time. An unbearable sense of shame came over me, as Bruce walked out of the office with an incoming family in tow. It was 'Brenda', (from my school) with her parents and two younger twin brothers. Brenda took one look at me, and shrieked, "KELLY ! WHY ARE YOU NAKED ?" All eyes turned to my little naked body, as I was unable to respond. Afraid I might change my mind about performing in the play, due to the obvious and overwhelming sense of shame and humiliation thrusted on me by Brenda's question, and the tone in which it was asked, Connie started to speak. Before she could get a syllable out, Brenda's mom stepped in and said, "Brenda! Don't you dare be "Rude or Intolerant", young lady! Bruce just explained to us there was a young nudist staying here". "But mom! I didn't know it would be Kelly!", Brenda argued. "No matter dear", Brenda's mom continued, in a reserved tone. "It doesn't matter that you know her, Brenda. Kelly, is a practicing nudist, and you should respect her life choices". Brenda's mom then turned to me, and said, "Hello Kelly. It's nice to meet you", as she reached out her hand to shake mine. I took her hand, but was only able to mumble, "Nice to meet you too". Then her father acknowledged me, and said, "Brenda. How about your mother and I take your brothers to get the cabin ready, while you spend time catching up with your friend here?" Her mother nodded in agreement, as Brenda and her eight year old twin brothers just stood there, gawking at my naked body. Before I knew what was going on, Brenda's family started walking away toward their cabin, leaving her behind with me. With her eight year old brothers, still looking back to get a last minute glimpse of my tiny patch of pubic hair, or maybe it was my erect nipples that adorned my barely visible breasts, either way I didn't know, but I found myself petrified to look in Brenda's direction. As I contemplated looking in her direction, I suddenly felt her warm breath on the back of my neck, as she whispered in my ear, "Kelly. I know what this is all about. I had my first orgasm three weeks ago, and have many more since". I was frozen in fear, as she continued, "Kelly. You don't need to expose yourself like this to be aroused. You just need to imagine in your mind, the circumstances that allow you to make yourself cum. Don't worry Kelly. I'll show you how". Still petrified to look in her direction, I listened, as she continued. "Why don't you take me for a tour of the campground, so we can get reacquainted?", she said, as she took my hand and led my naked ass away from Sharon and the Campground actors. I was unable to even speak, as I allowed Brenda to pull me away from my sister, and those who I had come to trust concerning my "Oh So Public Nudity". I turned back toward Sharon and asked, "Are you coming?' with a look of desperation on my face. She just gave me another sinister grin, and replied, "No Kelly. You two kids go on and have fun", as she winked. We weren't twenty feet away when Brenda asked, still clutching my hand, "So Kelly. What's all this Nudist crap about?' I was trapped in the persona of being a nudist, and had no other option but to play out the role for the next week. I quietly replied, "Deep down I know I am a true nudist, so my mom brought me here so I could explore the lifestyle in safety. Brenda was from our neighborhood, and was in the grade above me at school. She was 13, about to turn 14, so her breasts and hips had developed more than mine. It's amazing what a year can do to the figure of an adolescent girl. What Brenda would say next, absolutely floored me. "Well Kelly, deep down I know I'm a lesbian. Seems to me we can help each other out. I'll see to it you get to expose your pussy and nipples, to everyone new who arrives at the campground, and you let me eat your pussy after you have exposed and humiliated yourself into a sexual frenzy". I was stunned! Finally, I managed to murmur, "That's not why I'm a nudist". Kelly led me off the trail and into the woods. She turned me around, facing her, then knelt down and looked up to me. "I know your getting aroused displaying this adorable little pussy in public, along with your priceless fresh crop of pubic hair. That's why your nipples are perpetually erect", she said, as she turned her gaze, to my now soaking wet pussy. I started to tremble when she looked back up to me, and asked, "Kelly. Can I please just have a little taste ?" Having completely lost control of my senses, and all perception of propriety, I spread my thighs and pulled Brenda's face against crotch. She immediately found my clitoris with her tongue, and licked it for a few seconds. I thought I might explode right there, only yards from the main trail of the campground. Brenda jumped up, much to my disappointment, looked into my eyes, and said, "Kelly. We need to find a private place where we can meet up during the week". "I think I know just the place, I replied. "Come with me". The two of us walked the hundred or so yards, down to the stables. Doris was brushing a horse that was tied in the stable aisle, as we walked in. She turned toward us and said, "Well hello Kelly. Who's your friend ?" This Is Brenda. She lives near us, and go to my school", I replied. "Well Brenda, any friend of Kelly's is a friend of mine. What brings you two down here?", she asked. I replied, "Nothing", but Doris knew something was up. She never mentioned anything about me being a nudist, or commented on me being totally naked. Doris didn't treat me any differently, than if I were fully clothed. I loved that about her. She went on to inquire, as she asked, "So what brings two beautiful young girls down to this smelly stable, on such a beautiful morning?", as she continued brushing the horse. "Nothing really", I replied. "We just wanted to get away from my older sister, and Brenda's younger brothers for a while", looking to Brenda for any input at all. "Ah Yes. Siblings", Doris responded. "I can see how you two might need a little space and time, away from your families for just a bit. Doris then stopped brushing the horse and turned to us, with her left hand resting on the horses back. She looked both of us over, then said, "None of the horses are ready to go out yet girls, but if you two want, I have some old bridles in the tack room that need to be cleaned". She walked past us, then led us to the tack room in the far corner of the stable. The door creaked as she opened it, and stepped inside. Brenda and I followed her in. It was a small but clean room, with saddles and bridles sitting on their stands and hooks fastened to a wall, while along another wall, blue, red and yellow ribbons and trophies, were displayed. Best of all, it had an old sofa! Doris picked up some old bridles from a box in the corner that were covered in dust, and obviously not used for sometime. "These will need to be cleaned eventually", Doris said, "There's no rush, but if you two will spend a little time cleaning them, you can use this room to get away from your siblings, as long as it's alright with your parents", she continued. "You mean it?" I exclaimed, then making a feeble attempt at reversing my excitement. Doris looked down at Brenda and I, and replied. "Well. Since you are both girls, I don't see any harm in a little experimentation". She walked out of the tack room, saying, "Use the lock on the door please....And keep it down! I'm running a business here!" T-shirt for sale. Part 71 Brenda quickly locked the tack room door and we spent the next hour experimenting (As Doris had put it) with our sexuality. I won't get into any of the details, but I will say this, we both exited the tack room with smiles of satisfaction plastered across our faces. When we entered the stable aisle, we noticed Doris was now surrounded by some new campers. There were about twelve kids, ten years old or so, accompanied by four adults. Doris seemed to have forgotten we were back in the tack room, and quickly asked, "How's the bridle cleaning coming girls ?" We both said, "Good. Almost done", as we were now under inspection, from this group of new arrivals to the campground. One of the women in the group spotted me , then quickly walked up to Brenda and I. "You must be Kelly!", she exclaimed. "I know that because you're naked", she continued. Everyone seemed stunned, as an awkward silence came over the group, and all those in the stable. All eyes could not have been anywhere else, except focused on the twelve year old naked girl standing there, wearing nothing but her sneakers. A sense of paranoia came over me, as I became concerned that my sticky pubic hair, and slightly pink and puffy pussy lips (brought on by Brenda's enthusiasm, as we shared our first lesbian experience together) might be noticed by the crazed woman. Worse yet, brought to the attention of the others. The woman introduced herself as "Brandy", then reached out to shake my hand, as she said, "It's a pleasure to me you, Kelly", with continued exuberance. I stood there in silence, shaking the hand of a woman who seemed to be a bit unhinged. I mean really. Who would approach a twelve year old naked girl, a stranger no less (nudist or not) and bring her nudity to the attention of others in such a public and dramatic fashion? Who would do that ?" The woman then took my other hand, and said, "Let me get a look at you", as she examined my naked frame, up and down. Unable to cover my vagina, I was frozen with fear. I thought the evidence of my first lesbian experience, might be noticed, then broadcasted to everyone there. I felt so ashamed. "I'm sorry for being so forward, Kelly, but when I heard there was a young nudist girl staying here at the campground, I just had to meet you. You see, we're here for a progressive retreat, to allow twelve young boys and girls to find their inner selves. As soon as I heard about you, I thought how wonderful it would be, if you would give our group a little presentation", Brandy continued. "A presentation?", I asked, complete befuddled by the woman's request. "Yes sweetheart. A little talk about what 'Nudism' is, and why you have chosen it as a lifestyle", she replied. Everything happened so fast. It was less than a minute, and I was still trying to comprehend this unfortunate turn of events, when the unthinkable happened. Brandy noticed my slightly swollen pussy lips and sticky pubic hair. She looked at Brenda, then leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry Sweetheart. It will be our little secret", as she winked at both of us. I had been at the campground for barely two days, and now had two adult women, keeping my orgasms, 'Our Little Secret'. So Kelly. You'll give the group a small presentation about 'Nudism' ?" , She inquired. 'I WAS TRAPPED'! If I said, "No", she may make public my lesbian encounter with Brenda. If I said "Yes", I had to give a speech about 'Nudism', in front of twelve kids and four adults, all complete strangers, while completely naked. Just then, Doris walked up and said, "Brandy...Kelly's just a young girl, experimenting with nudism for the first time. I think we should give her a little time to think about it. What do you say?" Brady replied, "Of course, Doris". By this time everyone had made their way down the aisle, and were encircling us. Brandy then turned to me and said, "Kelly. How about you taking the boys and girls for a tour of the campground. I'm sure they would learn more about the nudist lifestyle without all of us adults hanging around". Thinking it would be better than giving a speech, while naked, about something I really didn't know anything about, I agreed. Brenda took the opportunity to make her 'Get Away', and said, "Kelly. I have to help my parents and brothers set up our campsite. I'll catch up with you later", as she made her way to freedom. Brandy told me the five boys and seven girls, were all between the ages of eight and ten. She introduced me to them and the other three adults, but there were too many names to remember. Anxious to get away from the utter humiliation of the encounter, I looked down at the twelve fully dressed prepubescents, and said, "You guys ready?" They all replied "Yes", as Brandy told me the location of their campsite, so I could get them all back. Barely outside the the gate leading to the stable, it occurred to me. Less than two hours ago I was surrounded by seven (including my sister Sharon) fully developed, fully clothed teenagers, that were all a full head taller than me. Now I was surrounded by twelve fully clothed prepubescent kids, that were all at least six inches shorter than me. In between, I had been brought to orgasm by Brenda, during my first lesbian encounter. I must admit, I felt more in control and less embarrassed, in the company of the twelve kids, than the seven teenagers. That was until the questions started coming. I decided to take the kids to the lake first. It was close and they could see the canoes and other activities available there. Since it was Sunday morning, I felt most people using the lake at this time, would be those who were already at the campground, and going to be leaving later that day. Those people had already seen me naked somewhere in the last two days. The new arrivals were probably setting up their campsites and cabins for the week. I figured the twelve kids with me, were probably going to be the only fresh supply of humiliation, I would have to endure. Believe me. They supplied plenty. T-shirt for sale. Part 72 We arrived at the lake to find few people there. Of course my cousin Cathy had to be there, with her two year old twins, and Aunt Barbara was still looking for something through her binoculars, seemingly in the same location she had been standing on Friday afternoon, two days before. When she noticed me walking across the beach totally naked, with twelve kids behind me, she aimed her binoculars at me, and said, "Well Kelly. I see your mother took my advise". I told the twelve to remain where they were, then walked up to Aunt Barbara, and asked, "What advise?" She replied, "Your mother was so upset Friday, that I had to remind her of her younger days. I explained your were just experimenting with nudism, the way she had done, when she was young. I told her she should let you express yourself. Knowing Lauren and Bruce would not disapprove and give their O.k.. she agreed". In an attempt to conceal my indignation with her for butting in, I just murmured, "Great. Thanks Aunt Barbara". She replied, "Your welcome dear. Now run along and play", looking through her binoculars, completely oblivious to my plight, while treating me as if I was still six years old. Cathy walked over with the twins, looked down at me, then said, in a tone laced with sarcasm, "Good morning Kelly, my little nudist cousin. Holding a 'Nudist Lifestyle Class' for your little friends over there?', as she chuckled. "Something like that", I replied, adding my own level of irony to the tone of my reply. The twelve kids walked over to us, as the smallest (an eight year old little girl) took my hand, and asked, "Excuse me, Naked Lady. Aren't you supposed to be showing us around?" Set back by the question, I started fumbling, while looking for an answer, when a ten year old girl from the group, said, "Natalie! She's not a Naked Lady. She's a Nudist, and her name is Kelly". Cathy had to restrain from laughing out loud, and said, "Yes Naked Lady. Aren't you supposed to be showing them around?" I sneered at Cathy, and replied to the group, "Yes. So lets move on". As we walked away, Cathy called out, "Excuse me Naked Lady. Will you be joining us for lunch at the 'Mess Tent' ?", no longer being discreet, and laughing out loud. I didn't reply as I led the twelve kids away from the lake area and back toward the stables. We passed the stables, and headed up to the General Store when one of the boys asked, "Kelly. Are you allowed in the store, since you're naked ? Before I could answer, another one of the boys said, "I've never seen a girl's vagina in real life before". I thought I would die of embarrassment, as I could hear the snickers from the entire group. Knowing I had to keep my composure, or be eaten alive by the twelve younger kids, I suddenly turned, stood with my feet over a foot apart, then put my hands on my hips and stared at them. Allowing all of them to focus on, and study my naked anatomy, or just plain gawk at my erect nipples and exposed pussy, seemed to be the only way to curve the sense of impropriety, and satisfy their curiosity, even if it felt naughty, yet brazen. I counted to ten in my head before I spoke. "Now look you guys. Nudism is the belief or practice of going nude in social settings that is part of a conscience choice of lifestyle". As I attempted to stare them down, while on full display, I was thankful Doris had a dictionary, along with some other books in the tack room. Brenda thought it would be a good idea to better understand 'Naturism' as it was defined in the dictionary, if I was going to have to explain my nudity over and over again, to strangers all week. The twelve kids just continued to stare at me, when I turned, and said, "Let's go". Just as I was about to take them to the store to meet Beth, Brandy and the other three adults from their group appeared before us. Brandy said, with a huge smile across her face, "Kelly! That was awesome! That's exactly the type of education I was hoping these young minds might encounter, by spending time with you". "If she only knew", I thought to myself. The other three nodded in agreement, as they all stepped aside to let us pass. As we walked up the stairs to the porch of the General Store, one of the men called out, saying, "Now you kids listen to Kelly. She's like a grownup". CAN YOU BELIEVE IT ? LIKE A GROWNUP ! What could be more condescending than that? I guess all you have to do to be a grownup with these people, is to take off all your clothes in a a public setting! I started to think I would have been better off if I had declined, and Brandy had announced through the campground intercom system, "Now hear this everyone! Brenda has just brought Kelly to an orgasm in the tack room, down at the stables! Give them both a big hand of applause !" I looked around for Sharon, hoping for assistance out of my predicament. She and the teenage actors were nowhere in sight. I just rolled my eyes and led the kids into the store. We entered the store and the group walked around checking the place out, as Beth greeted me. "Hello Kelly. I heard you were chaperoning an incoming group of children. Quite a responsibility for one so young", she said. I took no offence to her words, but rather was happy someone recognized that I was just a kid myself. Even if I was true nudist, as opposed to being someone pretending to be one, due to multiple circumstances that seemed to pile up on me over the last two days, I was still only twelve! I heard the store door opened, and for once I didn't even flinch. I didn't care who was coming in to see my naked body, among the clothed patrons. I didn't even care if it was the Daisy Troop. "Bring it on!" I was thinking to myself, as I turned to see it was my mom. I ran up to her, and said, "Hi mom. If you need me to come back and help at the cabin, I will". Her reply was nothing short of deflating. "Oh no sweetheart. Everyone has heard how you're taking this young group of campers under your wing, and showing them how a person of 'Real Conviction' behaves. We are all so proud of you honey. I just stopped by to pay Beth for the eggs. Now you have fun with your new friends, and I'll see you back at the cabin later". With that, all hope to free myself from the twelve kids, had disappeared. I rounded them up and said, "Let's continue the tour of the campground kids", in a tone with so little sarcasm that only I new I was being facetious. I just wanted to get the campground tour over, so I could return them to their campsite. "Next stop...The pool!", I boldly said, as I led them from the store. We were passing the office, on our way to the pool, when Doris walked out the office door. "Oh Kelly. Do you have a moment?", she asked. We stopped, then Doris took my hand, and led me about ten feet away from the kids. She leaned over, and said, "Brenda wanted me to tell you to meet her in the tack room at 3:00 if you can", as she winked at me. I think the reason Doris was being so compliant concerning my little rendezvous' with Brenda was, she felt two young girls, barely into puberty, exploring their sexuality, was safer than me running around naked in the woods, with my three guy friends. I thanked her, then told her to let Brenda know, I would do everything I could to meet her at 3:00. I gave Doris a hug, then continued marching my twelve little friends to the pool. We stopped by the pool area, and all twelve kids ran up to the fence and looked in at the pool. It seemed it was the first time anyone of them had seen an inground pool. At least one they were going to be able to use. Bruce came over to us, and said, "Hi Kelly. Lauren told me about you deciding to perform in the play. She's so excited and grateful. I just wanted you to know that". I simply replied, "Thanks". He then said, "She and I are making sure one of us is at the office for check ins today. This way we can explain to the incoming guests that we have a young nudist staying with us this week". I saw an opportunity, then quickly responded, "If anyone has a problem with me being nude, I can put some clothes on. I mean....I don't want to cause any trouble". Bruce immediately replied, "Oh no Kelly. Not only has anyone not showed concerns, but once they find out you are of such a tender age, everyone has been more than supportive of your lifestyle choice". Disappointed, I just put on my best 'Fake' smile, and said, "See you later", as I led the group around the pool, and up the path towards the soccer fields and outdoor theatre. Even though it looked like I was going to be compelled to remain naked for the entire week, I found solace thinking about Brenda. I was in a sort of daydream when we reached a point of being away from everyone, both eyesight and earshot, almost to the soccer field trail. That's when one of the ten year old boys stopped, and asked in a demanding tone, "O.k. Kelly. What's the real reason you're letting everyone see your nipples, ass and pussy?" "What?", I replied in horror. "You know....Did you lose a bet....Are you being punished....Or are you just a Slut?", he continued. I was traumatized, and they all knew it. T-shirt for sale. Part 73 I turned to the 'Smart Ass" ten year old boy, and said, "What is your name?" He gave me a snide look, then in a contemptuous tone, replied, "Alex". "Well Alex. Brandy and the others are going to hear how rude and disrespectful you have been", I said, trying to be as authoritative as one can be, when only two years older than her nemesis, and totally naked. "Go ahead. Tell them. They won't believe you", he replied, in an obstinate tone. One of the girls looked at me, and said, "He's right Kelly. They won't. They never believe any of us when we tell them what Alex is really like". I knew I had to maintain my composure, now that I realized what Alex was like, and could see how he intimidated the others in the group. He gave me another snide look, then said, "Well Kelly. You didn't answer my question. Did you lose a bet, or are you flaunting your pussy in front of everyone, because you're a slut ?" I couldn't believe these words were coming from the ten year old boy's mouth, and was taken completely off guard. Truth be told, I was crumbling emotionally, yet he continued, "Why don't you turn around and bend over, so I can check out your ass and pussy from a different perspective. After all, you have nice stiff nipples, but no tits", he said. Again I was horrified, and completely out of my element. Natalie came to my side, took my hand, then yelled at Alex, saying, "Leave the Naked Lady alone Alex, I like her!", as she squeezed my hand. Alex looked directly at my pussy, and said, "I like her too, Natalie", as he started to smack his lips. ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH! I walked up to Alex and shoved him, saying, "Alex. I am twelve years old! I can Kick your ass and no one would think anything about it! So if you don't want to be known across the campground as the boy who got his ass kicked by a naked girl, you better wise up!", as I shoved him so hard, he fell down on his ass. "NOW!. Get in line Alex, or I will kick your ass! Understand!", I said, as the rest of the group looked as though they had just been liberated from the claws of a tyrant. Alex's eyes started to get watery, as he sat on the ground, surrounded by the rest of the group. An overwhelming sense of empathy came over me, so I told the others to continue on the path to the outdoor theatre, and Alex and I would catch up. "What's your problem ?", I asked him". "I've been in three foster homes Kelly, and no one has ever stood up to me before. I'm used to getting my way, well... by being a jerk", he replied. I reached out my hand to help him up, and said, "Alex. Jerks end up being lonely". He took my hand, but was unable to restrain himself, and asked, "Can I grab your ass?", as he snickered. I slapped him on the back of his head, saying, "Try it. Alex....I dare you to try it", as we both laughed, and walked toward the outdoor theatre, to meet the others. "Kelly". he said, almost like a question, while we were walking. "What Alex" , I replied. "What should I do next? You know. To try and fit in ?" I was walking up the trail with Alex, completely naked, with just my small patch of pubic hair covering my fresh young pussy, yet I felt like I was meant for this moment. "Alex. Who are you closest with of the four people that brought you and the others here?" He didn't have to think about it. "Christopher! I'm closest to Christopher", he replied. "Well....If I were you Alex, I would ask Christopher to go horseback riding, just the two of you, and let him know what's been bothering you, and what you have been through. I bet, he'll be the one to help you get on the right path", I replied. Alex stopped, turned in my direction, then hugged me. He held my naked body so tight, I wasn't sure if he was just trying to get a piece, or needed someone to comfort him. I decided it was the latter, but remained vigilant as he held on to my bare flesh. He finally released me, looked at my nipples, before working his eyes up to my face, and said. "Thanks Kelly". I was feeling pretty emotional as he let me go, so allowed him to step back and take in every inch of my slim, naked body. He started from our eye to eye contact, made his way down to my large, erect nipples, then to my belly button, and finally to my now moist pussy, covered only by my sparse pubic hairs. I was becoming so aroused, I said to Alex, "O.k. That's enough. We need to meet the others". Alex and I reached the clearing by the outdoor theatre. I was shocked at what I was seeing. All eleven kids had stripped off all their clothes, and were running around on the stage, completely naked. I ran toward the stage, yelling, "What are you doing? Put your clothes back on!". I was in panic mode when out of nowhere, Brandy and the other adults from their group, walked up from the direction of the cabins and campsites. The four adults looked at the eleven children that were in my care. They were dancing around on the outdoor theatre stage, totally naked. I ran to the stage, and said, "Guys. What are you doing? Please. Put your clothes back on". As I pleaded with the eleven naked kids, I was suddenly accompanied by Brandy. Now standing next to me, she looked at the children with a big smile on here face, and asked, "Hey guys. What inspired you take off your clothes ?" I was petrified to hear what they might say. Little Natalie was the first to walk to the edge of the stage. Wearing nothing but a smile, she recited what she had heard from me earlier, "Nudism is the belief or practice of going nude in social settings that is part of a conscience choice of life style". Who would have thought this sweet little girl had a photographic memory. Delighted by Natalie's response, Brandy re-asked here question. "Natalie, sweetheart. How come everyone took their clothes off ? Adorable little Natalie, totally smooth and hairless, but with great confidence, looked down from the stage to Brandy and I, and said, "We got naked so Kelly didn't feel alone". Brandy eyes welled up with tears, as she looked at the other naked children, then to me with an expression of benevolence, and said, "I knew you were the one to free the wonderful spirits of these children. While I was wiping my own tears way, I noticed Alex walking up to Christopher. I didn't hear him say anything, but I could tell Christopher and Alex would be addressing Alex's issues, at the campground this week. For the first time since Friday afternoon, I didn't feel naked. T-shirt for sale. Part 74 While Brandy and I were having our moment, watching the younger kids running around on the stage, totally naked, without a care in the world, Lauren walked up behind us. I turned to her and said, "I'm so sorry Lauren. This is all my fault". Lauren watched them on stage for a moment, then turned to me, and said, "Well Kelly. It would appear you've had quite an effect of them". I started to blush, not knowing if I was in any kind of trouble. Brandy assured Lauren that she would have the kids get dressed, then take them back to their campsite, promising no further displays of public nudity would occur. Lauren nodded and smiled at Brandy, then said, "Is it O.k. if I take my lead actor in Saturday's play, for a walk ?" Brandy replied, "Of course it is!", as she gave me a hug and thanked me for bringing out the inner free spirits of the kids. Lauren took my hand and led me away. I had this ominous feeling, like I was going to be punished for inciting the naked exhibition, put on by the eight to ten year old, girls and boys. The awkward silence got the best of me, so after about fifteen seconds, I asked, "Lauren. Am I in trouble?" She stopped, and replied, "Of course not sweetheart. Why would you think that?" When I was dealing with Alex, all the kids took off their clothes and started running around on the stage. That's when Brandy, the other adults arrived. I told them to put their clothes back on, but they wouldn't listen to me". Lauren started laughing, and replied, "I had a feeling it was something like that". She then continued, "Kelly. Those children got naked all on their own. Not just because you were naked, but because your were able to inspired them, without saying a word. That's the sign on a Real Leader. Everyone is so proud of you, and their curiosity has turned to respect, over the last few day. I'm so happy you decided to experiment with your new found lifestyle, here at the campground honey", as she hugged me. As we continued walking, I asked Lauren, "Are the kids going to be in trouble?" Lauren responded, saying, "No Kelly, they won't be. I'm sure Brandy will have a talk with them concerning the subject of "There's a time and place for everything", and they did pick the right time and place for their little naked romp, after all. After a few more steps, she asked, "So....How did it feel?" "How did what feel?", I asked. "How did it feel to be the oldest, tallest and the only one with pubic hair? I mean compared to being surrounded by fully developed teenage actors, who are all at least eight inches taller than you ?", she replied. I looked down at my tiny patch of black pubic hair, and said, "It felt good". I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth, but I went on to say, "I felt like a grown up". Lauren stopped and looked down at me, with the most reassuring expression on her face, and said, "Kelly. There is more poise, wisdom and fortitude in your twelve year old body and mind, than in most of the 'Grownups' I know". I was unsure of where we were walking too, but Lauren had made me feeling pretty good about myself, along the way. I didn't know what time it was exactly, but I figured it to be between 1:00 and 1:30. I started thinking about Brenda, and our 3:00 rendezvous. We were on the path down to the pool area, when four young female campers, around the age of fifteen, walked passed us. We heard one of the girls say, "That must be the nudist girl, we heard about". Lauren stopped in her tracks, turned around, and said, "Girls. Come here please". I felt so embarrassed as the four girls walked up to us, staring at my slender, under-developed body. "The 'Nudist Girl', as you put it, has a name. Her name is Kelly. Now say hello". All four girls smiled and said, "Hello Kelly". I said, Hello" in return, then Lauren took my hand, winked at me, and we headed on our way. "You've become quite the celebrity around here, Kelly", Lauren said. "That's only because I'm naked", I replied in a somewhat somber tone. "No Kelly....It's not. It's because you have 'Chosen' to be naked, by making an adult decision to adopt the Nudist Lifestyle, without being concerned about what others may think of you. That young lady is what we call, possessing both Character and Fortitude", she responded. Lauren and some others, were making me out to be some kind of a hero, but I knew my public nudity started out being imposed on me, by my mom. Lauren said, "Kelly. Bruce and I have received eight request in the last two days, to turn the private beach at the north end of the lake, into a 'Clothing Optional' swimming area". "Are you going to do it?", I asked. "Well honey, there's more to it than that, but we will be looking into it. Once again Kelly, I'm sure the requests were motivated by your courage and unshakable commitment to your new lifestyle". Now I knew I was trapped in my "New Found Nudist Lifestyle", for the entire week. We were almost by the pool, when Lauren brought up the play. "Kelly. We will be running through our first rehearsal tomorrow at 10:00, at the outdoor theatre. This will be when we make any necessary changes to the script, and everyone will get a grasp on their parts. Rehearsals will be every day from 10:00 am until noon, then from 2:00 until 4:00 in the afternoons. So plan your schedule this week around those times honey". "O.k." was my simple reply. Your mom will be leaving soon, so make sure you see her before she goes, and I'll see you at 10:00 tomorrow morning. We were just arriving at the clearing to the pool area, so Lauren headed back to the office, while I returned to our cabin, to say goodbye to my mom. 75

The Garden Centre Of Eden by CloudCuckoo - 6 - Before I knew it, National Nude Day little more than a fortnight away. Then things started to go wrong. Firstly, my aging car gave up the ghost, and Jimmy at the workshop I used told me it would cost more to repair than it was worth. I needed a couple of thousand dollars for a new car which was money I didn't have. Fortunately, I was able to get a lift to and from work from either Francine, who it turned out lived a couple of blocks away, or Gill, another middle-aged lady who worked mainly on the tills, and by juggling these offers I could manage most days without being late arriving or leaving. Just once I had to walk, and as it was about a mile and a half I was glad not to do it too often -- it wasn't that it was a long way, I could manage that far easily enough, but by the end of the afternoon when I was walking home it was pretty warm for that, and not enough parts of the walk in shade. At the time I was also helping to set up the Church Sale. I would spend evenings there helping to sort through the donated items in the Church storeroom ready for the sale on Saturday. I discovered that Abe was back from college, and no less leering and oversexed than before he went. Needless to say I got asked to go with him in his car to collect last minute donations on Thursday evening. As soon as we were alone in the car he resumed his campaign of trying to have sex with me. "So, Eve, still a virgin?" "None of your business!" I snapped. I'd obviously developed a bit more backbone since last time. He smirked. "Got a boyfriend?" "Yes thank you, so keep your distance!" Unfortunately I wasn't good at lying. "I'll take that as a no, then! Let me introduce you to sex -- you'll enjoy it, and wish you'd let me sooner!" "I'd rather have sex with a tramp off the streets than with you!" "I'm sure I can persuade you sooner rather than later," and he gave a sneering laugh. I wondered what he meant. Then on Friday after the garden centre closed, Luke had those working on Sunday for the Nude Day event in for what he called a "Dressed Rehearsal". We went through our places and tasks for the day, and rehearsed what to do about customers who got overwhelmed by the event, either morally or sexually. I was to be on the door, greeting visitors, explaining the day and the offers, and showing them where to disrobe if they wanted to, with Adam also helping, so we had cover for the mens' and ladies' changing rooms. These were areas just inside the door normally used for displaying sales goods, conveniently placed near the café with its rest rooms. They had been converted with the aid of screens and equipped with seats and plastic crates to store the clothes, and there'd be a staff member in each to look after things there. So I'd be the first naked woman they would see on arrival! The thought send a frisson of fear and excitement through me. I later found out that Marijka had suggested this to Luke -- the crafty fox! Marijka herself was to be in the car parking lot, directing people and warning them of nudity inside. "So you won't be naked then?" I asked in surprise. "Wait and see!" was all she would say. After the Dressed Rehearsal was done, Luke came up and took me by the arm and steered me into a quiet corner. "Eve, er.." he said, uncharacteristically tongue-tied. I thought he was going to ask me to do something for Nude Day which he thought I wouldn't like doing. "Luke, it's ok, whatever it is you are about to ask me!" He seemed to pluck up his courage. "Ok, then, I was going to say I've really enjoyed us working together on this project, and wondered if... er... perhaps we could go out to dinner to say thanks? Maybe on Wednesday? I'd really, um, like to get to know you better." I smiled and took his hand. "Thank you Luke, I've really enjoyed it too, and I'd love to have dinner." Luke beamed and said, "Great! I'll firm up the details nearer the time!" and then before I knew what was happening, he leaned forward and gave me a brief kiss, and before I could react, spun around and rushed off. I felt my lips tingling and my heart beating. Could Luke really be interested in me like that? I'd been enjoying his company more and more, but I was trying not to fall for him as I was sure that would result in disappointment. The next few days passed in a kind of dream. Luke and I had little contact at work, both of us busy with our separate tasks, but whenever we did meet, we both had big smiles on our faces. I felt more excited about dinner with him and what it might lead to than about Nude Day. I told Marijka of course, and she was triumphant. "See, I told you he was keen on you!" Saturday came round, and unusually I wasn't working at Mow & Grow, having taken the day off to help out at the Church Sale. It went pretty well, and even better, I found four second hand gardening books and a casserole dish I thought I'd get myself. When I did the cashing up, I found we'd raised some $4,000, which was very good. I put the coins in a bag, and the notes in a bank envelope with a slip totalling the amount, and left it on Pastor Brown's desk with a yellow post-it note addressed to the Pastor and a comment to the effect of a good amount for the cause. I noticed Abe had watched me do this, and when I came out and went to pick up the rather heavy cardboard box with my purchases in, he came over and said, "Are you still on foot? That's too heavy for you to carry home." I was a bit surprised at his apparent helpfulness. "I'm sure I can manage, but thanks." "No you can't, that's quite a weight. Give me fifteen minutes and I'll run you home." I felt I couldn't refuse, it was a big help after all. Whilst I was waiting, I saw Pastor Brown as he was passing and told him how much we'd raised and what I'd done with the money; he was of course very pleased and thanked me for my efforts and contribution. After a little while, Abe came out with one of his mates in tow, an equally oily and unpleasant young man called Gerry. They got in the front and I got in the back, with my box in the trunk. We arrived at my house, and Gerry got the box and they both walked me to my door. I got my keys and opened it, and Gerry said, "Where do you want me to put these?" I led him to my lounge and said to put them by the bookcase there. Abe had followed us in. "What a day! I don't know about you Gerry, but I could do with a drink!" and they both looked at me. I felt trapped, and offered a beer, which they both accepted with alacrity. I went to the fridge in the kitchen, there were just two beers left, so I brought them through to the lounge. They were both lolled in armchairs, and took the beers, leaned towards each other and clinked the bottles, and took a swig. "Nice place you have here!" said Abe. He got up and wandered around the room as if inspecting it. He paused by a side table against the wall with my purse on it where I'd dropped it when we came in. "What's this?" he said. I saw there was the corner of an envelope sticking out the top. Abe grasped the corner and pulled the envelope out. I saw with horror it was the bank envelope containing the cash which I'd left on Pastor Brown's desk. Abe was smirking openly. "This must be just the right amount of money to get you that used car you need," he said triumphantly. "I reckon my Pa will want to call the police about this. What do you think, Gerry?" "For sure, Abe," he said with a grin. I realised why Gerry was with us and that this was a set-up. I could guess what would happen next. "Of course, we could just quietly return this and keep quiet," Abe said musingly, "if we had a reason to... You know what I want, if you give it to me I'll be very discreet!" I remained silent, partly out of shock that this was happening, and partly because I couldn't think how to get out of this. I could deny it all and point the finger at Abe, but Pastor Brown was hardly likely to believe me over his doted son. I tried to play for time. "I'll have to think this through, give me a couple of days and I'll give you an answer on Monday," I said. "Oh no, I don't give you time to weasel out of this. I need an answer now. Before Pa misses the money." "OK," I said, "you leave me no choice. It will have to be Thursday, that's my day off this coming week, and not here. You sort out where." I couldn't believe I was saying this, and hoped it bought me enough time to figure out how to get out of this without being branded a thief. "See, that wasn't so hard! I'll give this back to my Pa and tell him you left it with me to give him." "I think I'd like you both to leave now." "OK, we were just going, weren't we Gerry?" They got up slowly and walked to the door. "I'll call you and tell you where and when. Make sure you are hot and ready!" As I was shutting the door behind them, I heard Abe say as they were opening the car doors, "Thanks buddy, I owe you one." I shut the door and burst into tears. What was I to do? I sobbed as I tried to think. I knew I'd been set up but there was no way to prove it. I couldn't see a way ahead without bedding Abe, which would be nothing short of rape. At least with violent rape you don't have a few days to anticipate it. When I had almost stopped sobbing I called Marijka. Perhaps she would have an idea. She answered almost immediately. "Hey Eve, how are you doing? Church sale go well?" "The sale went fine, but afterwards..." and starting to recount the events I broke down again. Marijka told me to stay put and she'd be round in five minutes. She was as good as her word. I opened the door to her and flung my arms round her neck and started crying again. Marijka bundled me to the sofa, sat me down and slowly got the story out of me. "Let me get you some tea, and I'll think what to do," she said. I went with her into the kitchen and sat on a stool, and pointed out where to find the mugs and teabags. "Right," she said when she had finished making the tea, "I've got a couple of ideas, let me work on them and see if they might work. Don't worry, I won't let this happen. We'll talk again very soon." We talked some more and then Marijka got up to go. I hugged her again on the doorstep and thanked her profusely for her help. "Hey, what are friends for? Now you get some sleep and remember, this will work out, I'm sure." I was feeling a lot better, but still in the absence of a plan, I couldn't sleep for the worry. Next day, I went into work a physical wreck. I had bags under my eyes, and they were still a bit red from the crying I'd done from time to time during the night. When I got there, Luke asked me to help him count some of the low stock items in the garden supplies shop. When we got there, he said with a big grin, "I've booked us a table at Fred's, can I pick you up at seven?" With what had happened, I'd forgotten about dinner with Luke. How could I go out on what I hoped would be a date, and then have sex with someone else the next day? "I'm sorry, Luke, I can't go out with you, I..." and bursting into tears, I rushed off and hid in the Ladies' rest room. My world was falling apart. I was branded a thief, blackmailed into having sex with an odious oick, and my hoped-for relationship with Luke was over before it started. I couldn't stay. I put on some dark glasses from my purse, came out and bumped into Marijka. "Marijka, can you do me a favour? I'm not feeling well, I'm going home, can you tell Luke?" I turned and hurried off, hearing her calling behind me but not stopping. It was a long walk home but it helped me stop crying. When I got home, I just curled up on the settee, put a golden oldies radio station on loud enough to block out the noises inside my own head, and eventually fell asleep despite the radio, no doubt since I'd slept so little the previous night. Some time in the early afternoon, I woke up and realised that as well as the radio blaring, the phone was ringing. It was Marijka. "Eve, are you ok? Are you ill?" "I'm a bit better, thanks. It was just that, well, with everything, and I couldn't go out with Luke because of it, it all got on top of me." "Well, Eve, you are not to worry, I've sorted out a plan, we'll get you out of this. I'll be round this evening to explain it all. It's going to work out Eve, no way we'll let you do this!" I allowed myself just a smidgeon of hope. Then a couple of hours later the phone rang again, and it was Abe. "Looking forward to our little tryst?" he said smarmily. "Just tell me where and what time, and spare me the small talk." "Now then, don't get all uppity, you need to relax and enjoy it! I'll pick you up at seven o'clock Thursday evening." "And where are we going?" "I've booked a room at the Holiday Inn Express." "No expense spared then, you really know how to make a girl feel good." He laughed. "You'll feel good, I promise," he said. I hung up. Around seven thirty, the doorbell rang, and when I opened the door to my surprise Marijka was there with Dan and Luke. And before I could manage more than a feeble hello, Luke stepped forward and swept me into his arms for a hug. "Eve, why didn't you tell me what was going on? You shouldn't have to deal with this on your own! Dammit, I would make sure this ridiculous blackmail never took place!" Marijka stepped forward and took over. "Eve, let's all go and sit down round a table, and we'll explain to you what we are going to do." She explained that she had gone to Luke to pass on my message, and found him distraught with worry. She gave him the full background, and they discussed what to do, and they came up with the plan, which was where Dan came in. It seems Dan's company was a supplier to Mow & Grow, and he and Luke knew each other well. "Now Dan sells security equipment -- CCTV and other monitoring gear. So what we are going to do is get one of Dan's miniature microphones and transmitter hidden in your clothing. Dan will be stationed outside, and you need to have a conversation with creepy Abe that spills the beans. Make sure he reacts to it as we know he will, and make it completely clear you don't want to have sex with him, that he is coercing you because you can't prove your innocence. Don't worry about this for now, I'll rehearse it all with you. Dan will record it all, and once we have what we need, we'll come in. Do you know where he's meeting you?" "The Holiday Inn Express, he's picking me up at seven." Dan brightened up, "That's good, I know the manager there, Sandra Fielding, I'll explain the situation to her and I'm sure she'll help us interrupt his seduction attempt!" "OK then," Marijka continued, "we'll come round here at say five thirty to set up the equipment in your clothing, and to rehearse what's going to happen. Is that OK with you two?" She looked at Luke and Dan. They both agreed immediately, and Luke added, "Whatever it takes to take this problem away!" They got up to go and I saw them to the door. Luke paused at the door, and said quietly, "I'll put the dinner booking back to next week, when you are over all this. We'll celebrate liberating you from this nasty piece of work, and celebrate a successful Nude Day event as well! Now don't worry any more, we'll take care of this." And with that he cupped my face in his hands and gave me a gentle kiss. I broke it after a few seconds and hugged him again. The tears were flowing again. "Thanks Luke for believing in me and helping me." I watched him go with renewed hope. - 7 - On Thursday, I spent the day at work, but I'm not sure I contributed much to the business. I was as nervous as a kitten, kept going over what was coming and the briefing and rehearsal I'd had with Marijka. I kept forgetting things, dropping things and was generally a hindrance to everybody else. Eventually, a little after four in the afternoon, Marijka came to find me. "Come on, Luke says go home now and get ready. I'm running you home." That was a relief, I wanted to get going with this, it was really hanging over me like the sword of Damocles. She took me home and we had a discussion about what I should wear. "I think you should be clean, tidy but not glamorous. Ordinary everyday clothes. You need to wear something loose on top, your wire will be attached to your bra." We looked through my wardrobe (which, let's face it, doesn't take long) and settled on jeans with a button-up blouse. Although it was a warm day, I agreed to put a tee shirt under the blouse. It meant that there was no way the bug would show through, and if he tried to undress me there'd be plenty of time for the cavalry to arrive before he could expose the bug. Then we had a bit of a wait for the men to arrive. Marijka insisted I made some tea and I got out some bought cakes -- I hadn't felt like baking in a while. I wasn't hungry, but Marijka tucked in. She was very chatty about all sorts of things, particularly gossip from work -- was Adam keen on one of the girls from the café? -- and I realised she was keeping me occupied so I didn't think about the ordeal to come. Soon enough the men arrived in quick succession. Dan had some news: he'd called Sandra and explained the situation, and she offered to set aside a room to put the bug in, so I wouldn't need to wear one. He'd already been and set it all up. He got his phone out. "Let me take a picture of you to send to her, Abe might not check in under his real name, and we want to ensure he's in the right room. You'll just need to make sure it's obvious you are with him when he's registering." So I posed and he texted the image to Sandra. "Now, this room is one of those with a door into the adjacent room. Luke and I, and I guess Sandra as well, will be in there, I'll have the receiver and the recording equipment, I'll be using headphones and we'll need to keep quiet so he doesn't suspect anything, but my guess is he'll be so focused on what he thinks is an easy lay that he won't be suspicious. We'll head off shortly to be in position." "I'll stay in my car across the street to let them know when he's made the pickup," Marijka chimed in. "So, anyone got any questions? Everyone clear on what is happening?" Nods and assents all round. "OK then," said Luke, "I guess Dan and I can set off now." I saw them to the door, and Marijka said she'd stay a bit longer. "Have you got anything to drink? It might help settle your nerves." I realised I hadn't. I'd been so preoccupied that I hadn't done a proper weekly shop for a while. Then I remembered I had some Scotch in a cupboard kept for visitors -- I don't really like the stuff myself -- and Marijka found it and poured me a tot. "I know you don't like it, but drink it. There's not enough there to impair your judgement, and you'll feel better." I did as she said, shuddering as the pungent liquid burned its way down. She was right though, I felt a little steadier. With about twenty minutes to go, Marijka left after giving me a hug and telling me it would all be OK. I really hoped so, but I was pretty much on edge despite the whisky. I saw her get into her car and reverse thirty or forty yards down the road, and settle down to wait. I went inside and sat by the front window. She hadn't left any too soon, Abe pulled up about five minutes later. Obviously he was keen. I took my time answering the doorbell. "You're early," I said curtly. He gave one of his oily smirks. "Don't want to keep a lovely lady waiting when she's in for a treat," he said. I snorted derisively. He moved towards me as if to kiss me. "Oh no," I said, "you want sex, that's all you'll get!" "We'll see," he replied undaunted, "once I get you going it will all be different!" "Come on then, let's get this over with." He stepped back onto the porch and made a grand sweeping gesture. "This way!" He took my elbow and steered me to his car, and started to drive away. As we passed Marijka's car, I saw she was on the phone, doubtless to the men. It was almost fifteen minutes to the Holiday Inn Express, the traffic was quite busy. Abe parked up and we walked into reception. There was a lady standing in the background, and as we approached, she stepped forward and murmured something to the receptionist, who got up and went into the back room. She greeted us and said, "How can I help you?" I saw she was wearing a name badge, this was Sandra. She was well groomed with full make-up, shoulder length wavy straw blonde hair, and looked very professional. She certainly made me feel confident. I caught her eye and although there was nothing said and no gesture, it was clear she knew who I was. "I have a reservation under the name of Wayne Evans," Abe said. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. "Yes, Mr. Evans," she said briskly, "One night, yes? Please fill in the registration. How will you be settling the account?" "Cash," said Abe, pulling out his wallet. The formalities completed, Sandra handed over the little folder with the keycard. "Thank you sir, you are in room 213, it's on the second floor. The elevator is just in front of us here. Enjoy your stay." We took the elevator in silence. Abe opened the door to 213 and ushered me in. I stood by the door and he went over and sat on the bed. He patted the bed beside him. I shook my head. "I don't think I can do this." "Come on honey, I don't want to have to tell my father I found four thousand dollars of the church's money in your home, do I? You know he has a zero tolerance when it comes to crimes against the church. He'll call the police and they will charge you for sure, the evidence is compelling." "And I will tell them you planted the money to blackmail me." "Really? Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn't. But you can't prove that, it will just look like an attempt to wriggle out of the charge." "But you did plant it. I didn't bring it home, so it must have been you. Or your mate Gerry." "But I didn't see Gerry put it there. I'm sure Gerry didn't see me put it there. We both saw me find it." "OK, so what guarantee do I have that if I have sex with you, that's an end to it?" "I'll be happy with one night with you. No doubt after that you'll want more, but I doubt I will!" He smirked unpleasantly. "So just to make it clear: if I have sex with you, just this once, you won't tell your father you found the money you planted?" "That's about the level of it. So are you going to or not?" "You are blackmailing me into having sex by means of a false accusation. How can you live with that?" "I'm just encouraging you to indulge in a little fun. And you can't prove it, and I can prove the money was found in your house. So it's your word against mine, and I have a witness." He got up and came towards me. I backed up to the door as he stopped in front of me. "OK," I said, trying my best to sound compliant, "I can see I've got no choice. I'll do it, but for my own satisfaction, was it you or Gerry that planted the money?" "Right decision! Well, since you told me the money was on my father's desk, it was easy to pick it up before I came out to take you home." He reached forward and started to undo the buttons on my blouse. "And then it was easy to get you to leave the room whilst I dropped it into the top of your purse. I told Gerry to look away so he could honestly say he didn't see anything." He reached the bottom of the buttons, and started to pull the blouse down off my arms. Then all hell broke loose. I heard the click in the door behind me and it burst open. Of course, I was stupidly positioned right behind it, so I was catapulted into Abe, and he fell backwards with me on top. Somehow in all of this my face hit his head or arm or something, and all I was conscious of for a minute was a blinding pain in my nose. There was a lot of noise and shouting, somebody pulled me off but I had both hands holding my nose and didn't see what was going on. There was scuffling and Dan shouted, "Luke! Leave him, that's enough!" I realised it must be Marijka holding me, as she suddenly said, "Eve, are you alright? Where are you hurt?" and tried to pull my hands away from my face. "Oh, my nose!" I moaned. Marijka called out, "Sandra, I need something for the bleeding!" I realised my nose was gushing blood. Sandra was there in a moment with a hand towel from the bathroom. "Use this," she said. "We get a lot worse than bloodstains in a hotel!" Things quietened down. Sandra it turned out had first aid training as part of her job, and examined me gently. "I don't think it's broken," she said, "keep the towel there until the bleeding stops. Your nose will be sore for a day or two but I don't think there's anything worse." I dragged my attention away from the throbbing in my nose to where Abe was still on the floor on his back with Luke sitting on his chest. I noted with satisfaction that Abe seemed to be sporting the beginnings of a shiner. Marijka took charge. "Right Abe, it's like this. We have this room bugged, and a recording of you admitting to planting the money and blackmailing Eve to have sex with you. I don't know about the States, but in the Netherlands procuring sex by coercion is a criminal offence akin to rape. I guess the police here will form their own view on what laws have been broken." "Hell, no, wait, I didn't mean to harm Eve, I wasn't going to rape her, just have some fun. Please don't involve the police! I'll do anything you want..." "Well, Eve, what do you think we should do with him?" I tried to think, although my nose was throbbing and I was I think a little bit in shock. I didn't want to land him with a jail term, he was an unpleasantly smarmy sort but he wouldn't physically hurt anyone. I think he was just a bit rebellious at his strict upbringing. "Abe, do you solemnly promise, on the bible if necessary, never to attempt to force a girl into sex ever again?" "Sure, anything, if you don't tell the police." "Do you have any idea what misery you've caused me? Tears and sleepless nights? Well, we'll sit on this recording, but if you ever cross the line again, I'll make a formal complaint and make sure this gets to the police. I'll leave it to you to decide what if anything you tell your father, and I'll decide later if I tell him anything. Let him up, Luke!" Luke reluctantly stood up and stepped away from Abe, who scrambled to his feet. "Let's go home," I said. I turned to go out of the room. As I did so, Abe called out, "Eve?" I turned. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to get hurt, I thought you'd enjoy having sex, it's not as if you have a boyfriend after all." "Oh, but I do," I said, and held out a hand to Luke, who jumped forward and took it. That might have been a lovely moment had I not still got the towel held to my nose with the other hand. The bleeding had all but stopped. After profuse thanks all round -- I later arranged for flowers to be sent to Sandra, and gave Marijka a bottle of good Scotch to give to Dan -- I let Marijka take me home. Luke wanted to but I said no, I wanted to get over this evening, and anyway my nose was too sore for kissing. Luke told me firmly to take a couple of days off, so my first day back would be the big day... - 8 - National Nude Day dawned bright and sunny, it promised to be perfect weather -- plenty of blue sky, warm but not too hot, with a light breeze. To get myself in the mood, I decided not to dress at all for breakfast, and so brazenly went into the kitchen after showering and sat at the table for my muesli in my birthday suit. To my surprise I'd actually slept pretty well -- the nose was no longer sore, I felt I'd put the trauma behind me, I'd realised I had good friends to turn to in time of trouble, and I was confident there was no longer a sword of Damocles suspended over me and I could focus on the day ahead. I got ready as usual, except without clothes, and at the last minute I slipped my Mow & Grow shirt, cap and shorts on with no underwear. It felt very illicit. Francine arrived to pick me up and with a cheery greeting I got into her car. "So, Eve, ya lookin' forward to git nekkid?" she said with an exaggerated accent and a wink. "Yes, to my surprise, I think I am. And you?" "Hell, I ain't bothered one way or the other. I know I ain't no oil paintin', but you take me as you find me. Some men like 'em big you know!" and she gave one of her hearty laughs. Francine always seemed to be able to lift my mood. We pulled into the staff car park at Mow & Grow, and went in the rear entrance and through to the front. The only person we saw was Debbie from the café, who waved and called out "Happy Nude Day!" -- she was apparently naked but had on her café apron. "Hey, that's cheatin'!" Francine called back with a grin. We went into the ladies staff room and I gripped the bottom of my shirt. Here goes, I thought, but I'm ready for this. And with a deep breath, I pulled it over my head and undid and dropped my shorts. I popped them into my locker and turned to see Francine magnificently naked, big but firmer and less flabby than I'd expected. "Here goes!" she said and we high fived. We went out through the door, and bumped into Luke. He was already nude. "Hey, Luke," said Francine, "very nice! You should do this more often!" and she gave another hearty dirty laugh. Luke looked a bit discomfited. I looked him over, he was the first real live man I'd seen naked, and I liked what I saw. Fit, well muscled without looking as though he spent all his time in the gym, and a good looking cock, uncircumcised. I suddenly realised he was looking at me too, and with an expression I couldn't quite fathom. He suddenly said, "Great, you ladies look great, er, I'll see you later," and rushed off. "I don't think he's used to seeing nekkid women!" laughed Francine. She went off to the cash desks and I went to the front entrance. Adam was already there, and I greeted him. We looked each other over, and he blushed -- I was proud of myself that I didn't. "All set?" I said, and he replied, "I guess so!" I looked out the door: Marijka was in the car park, dressed in her normal Mow & Grow shirt and shorts, talking to a couple of customers who had already parked and were waiting for opening. I felt rather disappointed and, if I'm honest, a bit let down that she wasn't joining in the Nude Day event. Soon opening time came. The first customers were a couple of men in their forties, and as they approached I felt my heart pounding. I took a deep breath. "Hello, welcome to the Garden Centre of Eden! Here's how today works..." and I went through the rehearsed spiel. They looked shocked, and declined to strip. I got a trolley for them and they set off to go round the displays. There were others behind them. There was quite an early rush in fact. The second ones through were a married couple, who agreed to strip for the extra discount. I directed the guy and led the lady into the changing area and handed her over to another of my colleagues, Gillian, who was a redhead, and who had agreed to work the changing rooms so as to avoid too much sun. And so the day began. We were certainly a whole lot busier than usual, and I wasn't keeping count but I reckoned probably more were stripping than not. I noticed the men generally gawped at seeing me naked when they came through the door -- despite all the notices and the publicity, I think many of them believed it was in some way a hoax, that they'd find us in body suits or with fig leaves or something. I surprised myself yet again by finding the inspections thrilling, not creepy or sexist. It was getting on towards midday, and I was starting to look forward to being relieved from my stint on the door to have a break and get some lunch, when Luke came over with a TV cameraman and a lady impeccably dressed, fully made up, whom I recognised as a reporter with local TV news. "Eve, this is Lucy Spellman from KYTV, she's doing a piece on our Nude Day opening. Will you do an interview? I'll cover on the door for a moment." Wow, that was unexpected. I stammered my acceptance, and was led back to the bedding plants display for a suitable background. The cameraman set the camera on a tripod. "OK Eve, now I'm going to ask you some questions about the event and how you feel about it. Don't worry about this going out on TV, they'll pixellate the naughty bits otherwise it would be too racy for a news broadcast! OK, are you ready?" I nodded. "Ready Jim? OK, three, two one.... I'm talking to Eve Laidler, who has the job of meeting customers at the entrance and helping them get over the shock of a nude garden centre. Eve, what did you think when they asked you to do this?" "Well, initially I couldn't believe it was for real, I thought it must be illegal or it would put people off coming, but when I realised it was going ahead, I have to admit it took a while to talk myself into it!" "And how are you finding it now it is actually happening?" "I'm really enjoying it! I've found that being nude feels natural, and seeing other people naked just strips pretence away, you have to be yourself, there's nowhere to hide. Why don't you try it? Shouldn't a reporter get into the feel of what she is investigating?" I saw the cameraman starting to laugh and having to take his hands off the camera to avoid shaking it. Lucy seemed a bit fazed by the question. Then the cameraman said, "Yes Lucy, she's right, you should strip -- it'll make you a news legend!" There was a pause of indecision. Then she said, "Jim, camera on me... Well Eve, I guess you are right. Let's see what this is all about!" she paused, and then said to Jim, "But I expect you to as well!" Jim squirmed a bit but clearly the prospect of seeing Lucy naked got the better of him, and he agreed. I told them where to go to disrobe and agreed to wait by the camera. In a few minutes they came back. It looked as though Lucy had taken a moment to blend the makeup down onto her chest, otherwise there would have been an obvious boundary between made-up and not made-up areas. She looked pretty statuesque. Jim, on the other hand, was a bit flabby and -- well, shrivelled. "Right," said Lucy, "Camera on me first... So I've decided to try the customer experience here at the Nude Day event at Jackson's Mow & Grow. I'm talking to staff member Eve Laidler. OK Jim, camera on Eve again... Now, Eve, how are people reacting when they encounter you naked?" "I think it's curiosity as much as anything, most people don't encounter other folks nude, and they are agog to see how they look and behave naked in a social situation." "Have you had anyone behave improperly?" "No, it's not as if it's a sexual situation, it's just normal everyday life where folks happen not to have any clothes!" "Thank you Eve," Lucy said, and nodded to Jim. That clearly was that for the interview. "OK, now we need to get a few vox pop." She saw me looking a bit blank. "Street interviews, talk to some of your customers." Ah. Just then a small group passed and saw and recognised Lucy. Someone produced a phone and took some snaps. Lucy sighed. "That was my reservation about stripping here. I'm not a prude, but now those will be all over the internet, on celebrity nude websites, and so on. I've been looking for a way to cement a reputation for fearless reporting, and when you suggested I strip off, I thought this might be a way to do it. I'll certainly be remembered for it!" "I think you are brave to do it as it were professionally. And I think people will admire your body as well as your composure," I said. "Thanks Eve. Maybe I'll see you here again next year!" She went off in search of customers to interview, and I went back to the front entrance, where Annie had taken over and told me to take my lunch break. After lunch things got if anything even busier. The place was crowded with increasing proportions of naked customers, and I was kept too busy to take in the weirdness of the situation. Then mid-afternoon, who should approach the main entrance but Pastor Brown and Abe. Pastor Brown came in with a face like thunder. He was trying not to look at me. Abe wasn't having the same problem, his eyes lit up and he openly leered at my breasts and pussy. "Eve, I'm shocked and ashamed for you," said the Pastor. "I didn't think you'd indulge in such indecent and depraved activities!" I seemed to have found some backbone and some self-confidence. "I'm sorry you should think that, Pastor, but I don't see anything indecent or depraved. Simple nudity is neither of those." "It's an incitement to depravity, a temptation to indecent behaviour! Please stop it at once!" "Pastor, before the apple, God walked in the garden with Adam and Eve whilst they were naked. Surely that must mean God condoned this behaviour. Take a look around here, you'll see plenty of nudity, but nobody is acting depraved. Anyway, have you come to get something here, or just to be a voyeur?" I shocked myself at my outspokenness. Pastor Brown seemed shocked as well; at least, he was put out of his stride. "Ah, well, yes, I was going to pick up some more bedding plants, someone managed to reverse onto one of the flower beds on Saturday, so I need to replace them." Pastor Brown was very proud of his neat flower beds outside the church. "Certainly," I said sweetly, "the bedding plants are down there and through those doors to the right. Please come back and let me know if you find anyone acting indecently or depraved and we'll ask them to leave." He glared at me and hurrumphed, but moved off. "Abe," I said, "you can put your tongue away and close your mouth. Now you know what you will never have!" He made a contemptuous noise and an angry gesture and turned away. "What did she mean, you'll never have?" I heard the Pastor saying as they moved away. I smiled to myself as I wondered how Abe would answer that. I wondered if I'd burned my boats at the Church. Strangely, it didn't feel bad. There are other churches after all. Eventually we reached closing time, and everybody gathered in the main queuing area at checkout for an excited celebration of what we'd done. Luke appeared with a crate of bubbly and a couple of boxes of plastic wine glasses, and this was shared around. He clapped his hands and shouted, "Listen up everybody! I just want to say a huge well done and thank you for your efforts today, and to say how really good you all look!" A laugh and a sudden babble of comments. Luke held up his hand and we all quietened down. "This has been more successful than my wildest dreams, and it's down to all of you! Besides the overtime, I'll be arranging a bonus for each of you who have helped, I won't say how much right now until we've sorted out the revenues. It's been a big boost to takings, and we are now the talk of the district thanks to all the publicity. Keep an eye on KYTV news tonight, I'm sure we'll be on! Enjoy the rest of the day and finish off the wine before you go!" There was a big cheer and general applause. There was no doubt everyone was buzzing. I had to admit that, although I wasn't aroused, I'd really enjoyed being naked in front of so many people. The nearest I can explain it is when you've had that first few sips of wine, and you get a slight pleasant buzz, but you clearly aren't yet tipsy; that's how it felt, a pleasant buzz rather than actual arousal. I looked around and saw Marijka through the throng. She came towards me, with people keeping stopping her and exchanging words as she came, so I went to meet her halfway. As I got close I realised why so many folks were talking to her: what I had taken as her work clothes was in fact body paint. She'd had a very realistic shirt and shorts painted onto her naked skin, so she was in fact 'naked in plain sight' out in the parking lot. "Hey Marijka, you crafty old soul, you got pole position to shock all incoming customers!" "Yes, well, it was thought we couldn't be obviously naked out there in sight of the road, but as you can see, you can't tell until you are close, and even then you'll be amazed how many people still didn't realise! "Anyway, I've got some great news for you! I don't know if you were aware, but it was so busy out there that some of the staff who were clothed in the private areas got roped in to help out in the parking lot. One of them brought a shopping cart with Pastor Brown's plants, and I helped them put these in the car. Incidentally, Pastor Brown was one of those who didn't realise I was naked, but I could tell Abe did. He couldn't take his eyes off my fanny! But the best bit was when I opened the door to let Abe get into the driver's seat -- it was Abe's car I presume -- and there was a post-it note on the floor down the side of the chair. I picked it up, and it was the note you'd left with the money! It couldn't have got there unless Abe had taken it. So I said, I think we know what this is Abe, he nodded, I said you shouldn't have dropped this, it's the final proof of attempting to coerce sex by blackmail, he paled. I said we'll keep this with the other evidence. Pastor Brown said, what's going on Abraham, and I left them to it. Although that's a conversation I'd love to have heard!" "Oh, thank you so much!" I felt the tears welling up again, and flung my arms around Marijka for a hug. It was only then I remembered we were both still naked! I went to release her but she held the hug a moment longer, whispering "Time to reel in Luke -- he's hardly taken his eyes off you!" I still couldn't really believe that was true. I had come to regard Luke as a real friend but he was my boss after all. Although he was pretty attractive, especially naked! And he had been trying to arrange a date. Anyway, we mingled and chatted to each other, until eventually people were starting to leave. I caught Francine's eye. "So Francine, did Ethan stop by?" "He sure did, he was tickled pink that I was there on the checkout without a stitch!" "Did he strip as well?" "No, and I ain't gonna let him forget it! The coward!" "Absolutely! Anyway, I still need to help Luke with the cashing up, so you head off, I'll get a lift with someone else or walk home, I'll be fine." "OK Eve, see ya tomorrow. It will seem strange to come to work and be dressed!" We both laughed. Funny how this being naked thing had become natural so quickly. So I went and found Luke and we got the cash drawers and the till rolls and took them through into the office. It took us over an hour, checking and rechecking, and getting it put into a night deposit bag with all the bank forms filled in. Eventually it was done; Luke was ecstatic about the takings, which exceeded his most optimistic forecasts. It was certainly a whole lot more than I'd had to cash up before. "So, Eve, have you got a car yet? No? Then let me run you home. I just need to go past the bank to drop this into the night deposit." "Thanks, Luke, I'd appreciate that. It's been a long, busy and somewhat exciting day!" I looked at my watch, it was almost seven thirty. "Let's go and get dressed, and I'll meet you at the staff car lot door in ten minutes." I went back to the staff room and found my locker. I looked at my clothes for a bit, and thought what the hell, it's still Nude Day, and so I dropped the clothes in my bag and went to the rendezvous still naked. I amazed myself at how I'd adapted not just to being naked but to being confident in my skin in public. Little timid as a mouse me. Luke arrived. "Wow Eve, are you going to be ok in the car like that?" I beamed at him. "I'm prepared to risk it!" "Well, I have to say I like the new Eve even more than the old one!" he said with enthusiasm. I liked that, but I liked even more the look of hunger in his eyes. He locked the door and set the alarm, and we walked out to his car, a pickup truck with the Jackson's brand on the side. We set off, and I dropped the window on my side. At traffic lights in particular I enjoyed seeing other drivers do a double take when they saw my breasts. Luke pulled up at the bank and got out to put the takings in the night deposit safe. Behind us another car pulled in and I saw the lady who ran Suzy's Boutique, whom I assumed was Suzy. I'd sometimes looked for clothes in there, they had some nice stuff but mostly out of my price range. She saw me and her jaw dropped. "Happy National Nude Day," I said. "Is that so? Well, hats off to you for being so brave. I hope it doesn't catch on too much, I want folks still to wear clothes, or I'm out of business!" Luke came back and we drove to my home. I opened the door and said, "Won't you come in, Luke? Come and have a drink!" "Thanks," he said, "I'd like that." So I found myself walking up to my front door, in my home street, naked as a babe, for any of my neighbours to see. If that man in the upstairs room who could see into my kitchen were to appear now, I'd positively flaunt myself for him. I let Luke in and led him through to the back room where I spent most of my time. It was a bit hot, so I opened the door onto the patio. The table and two chairs out there were now in the shade and it was pleasantly cool. I left Luke having a look at my garden and went to get a couple of glasses of white wine. "Sorry Luke, I'm out of beer." "This is fine thanks. Here's to National Nude Day!" I made the toast and put my glass down. I then took Luke's glass and put that down too. Luke looked at me quizzically. "National Nude Day is not over yet! We aren't overlooked here," I said. It came out a bit huskily. I felt nervous all of a sudden. I reached out and tugged at the hem of his shirt. He caught on and pulled it over his head. He undid his shorts, looking into my eyes the whole time. The shorts dropped to the ground followed by his boxers. He reached out with both hands and cradled my cheeks, and leant forward to kiss me. It was a long, slow, gentle, almost chaste kiss but it was enormously erotic. I'd never been kissed like that before. I moved closer and put my arms round him; I felt his erection against my stomach, and pressed against it. I kissed back with more urgency. I was filled with a need to satisfy the longing inside and the urge that was making me wet, and to banish the loneliness of being single. We broke the kiss, panting. "I don't think I've shown you the bedroom..." I tried to be nonchalant and jokey but it came out a bit hoarsely. I took him by the hand and led him back into the house. I thought of something and stopped. "Luke, I'm not on the pill..." He gave me a look of mixed longing, mortification and frustration, then it cleared. "I know, my brother used to borrow the pick-up for meeting his many conquests, he used to keep a supply in the glove box. Let me see if there's any there." I reached down and grasped his erection. It was the first penis I'd ever touched and I was intrigued by how firm it felt. "You can't go out looking like this! Give me the keys, I'll take a look." He picked up his shorts and fished them out of the pocket. I opened the front door and marched boldly down the path. The old guy in the house diagonally opposite was watering his hanging baskets. I waved cheerfully and he stared open mouthed. Just as well he's not closer, I thought, I'm sure my pussy is engorged, my nipples are like bullets, and I must smell of desire. I found three packets in the glove compartment and brought them all back into the house. I gave them to Luke, took his other hand, and led him to the bedroom. I turned inside the door and kissed him again. "Please make love to me Luke," I whispered. "Just... I've never been with a man before, so I'm sorry if I don't know what to do." "I'll take care of you," he murmured. He gently guided me down onto the bed, and leaning over, kissed me again, long and slow like before. Then he started kissing down my jaw, round my neck, and slowly down my chest. I was beginning to feel desperate for his touch on my boobs, when his hand slid up my stomach and oh so gently caressed my left breast, as he kissed down the swell of my right breast until he nibbled on my nipple, which if anything got even harder. He started switching from breast to breast; it felt so erotic. I reached out for him but he whispered, "Not yet, this time it's all about you..." He started kissing down my midriff, nuzzled in my navel, and slowly carried on down. The excitement and anticipation was really building. I was so turned on. He kissed and nibbled into my crotch, up and down beside my pussy, but not touching it directly. I was desperate for a touch there. When I thought I couldn't wait any longer, he licked lightly and slowly up my pussy lips and then I felt his tongue gently but firmly circle my clit. I had a mini orgasm there and then. He continued to circle the nub and I felt a finger just pushing between my pussy lips. I gasped and moaned in sheer pleasure. After a moment of this, I felt it building up inside like a balloon ready to burst. I reached down and put my hands either side of his head and pulled gently. "Please, I need you inside me now..." He broke off a moment, and I worried I'd done something wrong, but I realised he was putting on a condom. He eased back over me, kissing both nipples again in passing, and started giving me lots of quick light kisses on the lips. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing up and down my pussy, and then he started gently pushing it in. "Tell me if I need to stop. It will hurt at some point but then get better." "No," I said, "I'm a virgin but I've lost my hymen -- a girl's toy..." He beamed. "Then I'll just take it slow while you get used to it." He slowly eased in, stopping every now and then to pull back a bit and then push a bit further. It felt so good, so full, so right. I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled him in. I was making little whimpers and squeaks, but I couldn't help it. He started moving more vigorously, and I was moving with him, kissing his shoulder, his chin, anywhere I could reach; then he reached down between us and a finger or thumb, I don't know which, I didn't care, rubbed my nub and within seconds I had an earth-shattering climax. He slowed down, waited for me to come down, and whispered, "You OK?" "God yes, that was amazing..." "Ok for me to carry on?" There was more? He hadn't come? I thought the men always came first... He picked up the pace again and within a minute or two became more and more urgent, and the feelings built inside me again too, and then I felt him spasming and jerking, his cock pulsing, and then I was spasming too. Afterwards, I lay there in the crook of his arm with my head on his shoulder. "I never realised how good that could be," I murmured. "Thank you ..." "Hey," Luke replied, "I should thank you. I was falling for you and tried to resist it, but it made me realise what a fake Keiron was, and how wrong she was for me. You rescued me from a dead end relationship, and now you've made me an even happier man." "You were falling for me? You never gave me a sign!" "I was afraid to, I didn't think you were feeling the same about me, and I didn't want to spoil the friendship we already had. You never gave me a sign either." "That's because I thought it wouldn't be possible. I really liked you but you moved in higher social circles than me, and you are my boss, so I tried not to think of you in those ways because I was sure it would result in disappointment or heartache." "And now?" I snuggled closer. "Now, I can't believe what has just happened. I'll not believe it until I know it's not going to be a fling. I've never had a serious relationship and I'm afraid of getting hurt..." Luke turned towards me, raised himself onto his elbow and looked me in the eyes. "This is no fling for me. I find I keep thinking about you when you're not there. When I'm doing something I like, I find myself wondering if you would like it too. I want to learn what you like or don't like, how I can make you happy. I guess that means I'm in love with you." My eyes filled with tears. "Me too," and I just reached for his face and drew him in for a passionate kiss. "I've got a lot to thank Marijka for. Without the suggestion of an event for Nude Day I'd never have had the opportunity or the nerve to invite you in." I felt his manhood stirring. "And now I think there's someone else who needs attention! I need a closer look -- don't forget I've never had one of these to play with before!" and I scooted down the bed and grasped his cock. It swelled to full size in no time, it was a wonder to watch and feel as it did. I tentatively rubbed it, then reached forward and licked it. Surely it was too big for my mouth? Only one way to find out... I pushed the tip into my mouth and sucked. I didn't think I could get much more in. I popped it out again and said, "You'll need to tell me what feels good and what not to do. I don't have a user's manual for one of these!" "Anything you do with love will I'm sure feel good. We can explore that together later. Right now I want to be in you again." He reached out and felt around for another condom. He turned onto his back and I watched him roll it on, and then he pulled me on top of him. I felt it nudging my pussy, and I moved my knees so I was kneeling over him and reached below me to direct it in. I settled back onto his cock and rocked to and fro. He reached up and fondled my breasts and rubbed and pulled my nipples. That felt really nice, I murmured appreciatively. "Eve, that's so good. Just do what makes you feel good, let me learn from you..." I silenced him with my mouth and we kissed passionately, tongues duelling, whilst my loins seemed to have their own agenda, and I was starting to bounce more and more vigorously on his cock. I felt so full, it was glorious. It swept me to another shattering orgasm in no time, and as it was dying away, Luke started urgently thrusting into me from below and his followed in short order, which set me off again. I lay on top of Luke trying to recover and wondering if you could wear out a pussy. How far had I come since that first spilt mug of tea! And all thanks to National Nude Day... - Epilogue - "Ready?" Luke called. "I guess so!" I came out of the house naked, my six month bump held proudly in front of me. Luke held the passenger door open, and I kissed him and got in. "Come on, tell me what this surprise is!" "No, you'll have to wait till we get there!" It was a short drive to Jackson's Mow & Grow, where the banners outside proudly proclaimed, "Third Annual Nude Day Event -- The Garden Center of Eden reopens today!" Luke pulled into the staff car park. There were already half a dozen cars there, but as we got out, the door of one opened and a buxom naked blonde leapt out, rushed over and flung herself into my arms. "Marijka! I thought you were in Holland!" "Eve! Hey, you look good, how's the bump? I couldn't refuse the invitation when Luke got in touch. I was so disappointed to miss the wedding, it was so stupid to break my ankle the day before I was due to fly!" "Oh Marijka, it's so good to see you, I can't wait to have a real good gossip." "Hey Marijka, lovely to have you here," Luke came and gave Marijka a hug as well. "Why don't you two go to the café and have a coffee and a chat? Everything's in hand, Eve should be taking it a bit easy now, there's plenty of staff cover. Go!" and he swatted my butt. I needed no second bidding. I'd not seen Marijka in the flesh -- so to speak -- since a couple of months after Luke and I first got together; there's only so much you can catch up with by WhatsApp or Skype. "So tell me all about how you got engaged. Is Jan over here with you?" "Uh huh, he's coming along about ten. He's heard so much about you and is looking forward to meeting you. I haven't told him about Nude Day -- I can't wait to see his face when he finds out we are all naked! He's going to love it!"

Tina Makes Stripper Fantasy Real by LuckyDave1066 She just wants a bit more wildness before settling down! Though the outing she and Darren had agreed upon on this humid July night was relatively tame by comparison with many of her recent exhibitionist adventures, Tina was unusually nervous. The normal anticipation of soon being naked somewhere it was definitely not appropriate was responsible for some of the anxiety she was feeling, but the best part of her nervousness was due to her plan to talk to her boyfriend about something significant which had recently happened to her; something that didn't happen, really. The non-event would have meant big changes for them both had it actually come to pass. She felt she needed to discuss it with him, but her choice of time and place to broach the subject was unusual. Darren drove slowly around the perimeter of the park and the full length of the parking lot, checking for any sign they didn't have the park to themselves. Seconds after he parked his convertible in a well-shaded area of the deserted lot, she took off her summer weight wrap dress and tossed it in the back seat. She hopped out of the car wearing only a pair of open-toe sandals and strolled nonchalantly over to a pool of light below a street light at the edge of the otherwise dark parking lot. Darren hustled over to join her and get started on a walk across several baseball and soccer fields. The setting had typically been free of other people on several other occasions they'd covered the same route; typically, but not always. One night in May they'd been surprised to find themselves sharing the park with another couple on a late-night stroll, out walking a pair of golden retrievers. They passed by close enough that even lit only by moonlight the strangers must have been able to tell that Tina was naked, but the dog walkers kept quiet and continued on their way. The fairly low probability of being seen made this route seem almost safe, but the proven possibility of being spotted was what kept things interesting for Tina; the combination of the warm summer night and a light breeze made coming across other people out for a walk seem a bit more likely. Just about halfway through their walk, Tina gathered up her nerve and said, "I've been meaning to tell you about something for a few weeks, but I wanted to be sure how I felt about it myself first. Last month I was late, and was starting to think I might be pregnant." "Why didn't you tell me?" Darren asked. "Like I said, I wanted to think about it myself first. It turned out to be a false alarm; I'm definitely not pregnant, but in the couple of weeks where it looked like I might be, I realized that I'm ready to be." Darren was silent for a minute or two; as dark as it was, she couldn't see his face well enough to guess what he was thinking; Tina waited nervously for some sort of reaction. She broke the silence, "I know it's a lot to consider, and I'm not saying I want to do anything about it right away, but I thought you should know I'm starting to think about it." After another pause, Darren replied, "I'm just old-fashioned enough to insist that if you want to have a baby, then we, I mean," he dropped to one knee before continuing, "I mean, will you marry me?" "Oh, Jesus, I didn't expect you to react like this!" she laughed, "I love you, but you just can't propose to me while I'm naked in the middle of the town park!" "Hey, don't blame me, you chose the location to start this conversation!" "Maybe so, but I need to have a different story when people ask me how and where you proposed!" A few days later, Darren made a more traditional proposal, with a nice engagement ring and a properly dressed new fiance. Several weeks later, already deep into planning a relatively modest wedding, Tina looked up from the tablet she was using to browse wedding dresses and said to Darren, "It's kind of ironic that your original proposal was made while I was nude in public." "How so?" he asked. "Well, as much as I enjoy my exhibitionist adventures with you," she started. "And a few without me," he interrupted. "Those too," she continued, "I'll probably have to give all that up; I don't think I want to have to call a babysitter and ask her to stay late while we try to make bail after someone takes offense at my nudity and calls the police on us!" "I hadn't thought about that," he said, "maybe we can come up with some less public adventures for you." "Maybe so, but I still have a few fantasies which would be better done before we start a family. Or maybe not at all," she said, frowning. "Such as?" he asked. "I've told you before about how much I want to dance at a strip club on their amateur night sometime." "I remember, believe me. But you won't get arrested doing that, so you could still do that one." "Technically, yes, but I'm already on the old side to be a stripper, and who knows how long it might take me to get back into shape after a pregnancy, if I even can!" "Sounds like you want to do this one fairly soon," Darren sighed, "as hot as seeing you doing a striptease on a club stage would be, I'll admit I'm not crazy about having a bunch of horny dudes watching along with me." "What if we went with a few people we know," Tina said, "who already know I do this kind of thing, like Kristen and Dave? And maybe one or two other people we know but don't really see often and are likely to be discreet? I'd really like a cheering section if I'm going to be competing against some 21 year-old babes, and you'd have some company to distract you." "I did get an email last week from one of my college buddies; he lives in Dallas now, but is working a short term gig here. I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing you naked," he replied, smirking, "and Kristen and Dave would be fine; considering what you've told me about what she's gotten up to I don't imagine my little sister is going to breathe a word about this to anyone." "So you're okay with it?" Tina asked. "I guess so, if you really want to do it; I can even help out by checking out a few clubs to be sure we find you a nice place to perform!" he replied, earning a playful swat with a rolled-up wedding cake vendor's brochure. Despite seeming to object to Darren's suggestion that he do some research, Tina agreed it was probably a good idea; she imagined a lot of clubs might be seedy enough to ruin her fantasy. A week later, after checking out a load of online reviews and making brief visits to the most promising pair of clubs, Darren brought up the website of his first choice so Tina could get a feel for the place and check out its reviews. She couldn't see anything to object to, the place looked about as respectable as any such joint was likely to be. He assured her that it seemed to be clean and well run, though he couldn't vouch for the private lounge or dressing area. "Okay," she said, "this one should do, assuming they have amateur contests. You're sure it's far enough from town to keep me from stripping for one of my work colleagues?" "I checked when I made my visit, they have a contest once a month; the next one is Saturday, October 3rd, so we'll have some time to line up your supporters. I suppose it's possible that a random co-worker could get to know you better than you'd prefer, but it seems very unlikely; this place is pretty far out in the sticks, anyone living anywhere near your office looking for a place to see some skin would have several closer options." "It's a date then!" Tina said, getting up from her spot on the couch next to Darren, "I'd better start practicing!" She put on some music, stepped up onto the coffee table in front of the couch, and began swaying to the beat. Watching her unbutton her blouse, Darren thought that whatever reservations he might have about his fiance's latest exhibitionist adventure, he certainly would enjoy her practice sessions! To Darren's relief, Tina took care of asking Kristen and Dave if they'd be willing to come and support her, leaving only his friend Leo to recruit. As he expected, Leo was easily talked into coming along, though he was definitely surprised to be asked to meet the fiance of his old college friend in this unorthodox way. Leo asked if he could bring a local co-worker who he'd been hanging out with during his assignment in this town; Dave asked Leo his friend's name and where he worked, and after an hour or so checking out his contacts on a couple of his social media accounts, decided he wasn't connected with either his circle of acquaintances or Tina's, so he agreed to this addition to Tina's fan base. Time seemed to drag for Tina over the weeks leading up to her debut as a stripper. She had never spent so much time planning and having to wait for one of her adventures to be completed; a fair number of them had been spur of the moment events with absolutely no planning. Knowing what she was planning but having to wait for it was a semi-sweet kind of torture, and definitely made it hard to concentrate on work, especially in the last few days of September. She found herself looking at the date circled on her desk calendar again and again, counting the days until her performance. When the time came to tear off the September page and switch to October she switched to counting hours. When big day finally arrived, Tina told Darren she didn't want to arrive at the club until fairly close to the time the contest would begin. Since it wasn't scheduled to start until 11:00, she asked him to time their arrival to get her there between 10:00 and 10:30. She figured that would give her plenty of time to sign up for the contest and get ready, but not so much time that she could get intimidated by the setting, her competition, or just the idea of what she was planning on doing. Darren passed their schedule on to Kristen and Leo. Darren pulled in to the parking lot of the club at 10:21, right on the schedule. His jittery fiance asked if she could have a minute or two to calm down before heading in. "Of course, take as long as you need," Darren said, "we can go in or not. We can just go home and watch a movie if you want." "No, I want to do this, I'm just a little nervous." Dave and Kristen pulled in and parked a couple of spaces away; seeing Darren and Tina still in his car, they came over, Kristen asked Tina, "You okay? You look a little shaky." "Yeah, just a little stage fright. I get this way before giving presentations to the department heads at work, too," Tina replied. "I'm willing to bet that crowd is less appreciative than your audience here will be," Kristen said. "Yeah, they never tip me when I finish a presentation!" Tina said, starting to smile, "Let's go in." Dave, Kristen, Darren, and Tina went in, with Darren and Tina able to skip the cover charge after telling the bouncer at the door Tina was planning on entering the contest. Tina's eyes went wide seeing at least three dozen patrons enjoying the current performer's act; seeing the crowd all wearing some sort or another of mask was both odd and reassuring. The tall and shapely brunette on the stage was the only person in the joint not masked, and was currently busy sliding her shorts down and wiggling her thong-clad butt at her audience. She stepped out of the shorts, down now to a sheer pink bra and panty set, some dangerous looking stilettos and a black garter. Darren went straight over to the bar to ask about getting Tina signed up for the contest while Tina, Dave, and Kristen lucked into an open table right at the stage. "You could have saved us a little money if you said you'd be entering the contest," Dave said to Kristen in a quiet moment between songs. "You'd like to see me do that?" she asked, "with Darren in the audience? I don't think so. I don't need my brother imagining me naked the next time we're sitting across the table at a big family get-together!" "You said he used to spy on you and your friends sunbathing when you were both home from college, so he's probably been imagining you that way for years anyhow," Dave replied. With a new song playing, he had to shout in Kristen's ear, which allowed him to keep an eye on the brunette on stage as she slipped her bra off. "Forget it, not going to happen with the current group," she replied, "but I'm not completely ruling it out some other time!" "I clearly need to get some alcohol into you," he replied, then headed for the bar. Kristen and Tina watched the dancer, each mentally filing away some of her moves for possible future use. In a few minutes, Dave rejoined them at the table, bringing a round of tequila shots, saying, " I thought shots made more sense, with less need to mess around with our masks. Darren is watching the end of the Auburn-Georgia game at the bar." Turning towards Tina, he said, "While I was there I saw Darren put your name on the sign-up sheet for the contest, but you still have to see the DJ to be let backstage, fill out some paperwork and get ready." Since it was still almost half an hour before the contest would begin, she had time to join her companions as they raised their glasses and shared a toast to her bravery. They downed their shots and the conversation turned towards the dancer on the stage, who was now near their end of the stage and was teasing the crowd with several false starts towards getting out of her panties. "What do you think, is she hot?" Kristen asked her husband, knowing any man with at least one functioning eye would say she was. "Ah, I guess she's okay," Dave cautiously replied, having a hard time making eye contact with his wife, thoroughly distracted by the sight of the dancer's pink panties landing on the stage, "I'm just studying her, her tech, um, technique...I mean, you have to admit she's good at her job." "I agree, " Kristen said, smiling, "and she deserves to be well compensated, so you should tip her." She fished a few bills out of her purse and reached over towards Dave to hand them to him. He noticed the dancer approaching and quickly pointed at Kristen, still waving the wad of cash; the dancer adjusted course and stepped to the edge of the stage directly in front of Kristen. Kristen blushed as she realized everyone nearby was now waiting to see how this transaction was going to be conducted. The dancer motioned for Kristen to stand up and come closer; with all eyes on her, she complied, stepping up to the rail at the edge of the stage and raising a $10 bill. The dancer lifted her right leg and wrapped it over Kristen's shoulder, smiling and pointing at the garter high on her thigh, the only piece of fabric available to receive tips. Kristen stuffed the bill in the garter, tipping her head up as sharply as she could, less to make eye contact than to just get her face away from the dancer's crotch! Her face reddened even more as the dancer looked down at her and winked before pulling her leg back and moving on to accept some more tips. Kristen sat down in a bit of a daze as the dancer left the stage. A minute later Darren arrived with a beer in his hand, asking, "Did I miss anything interesting?" "Nope, not a thing!" Kristen said, her glare at Tina letting Tina know she did NOT want her brother brought up to speed on how she'd spent the last couple of minutes. "And what kind of fiance are you, ignoring your bride-to-be to watch a football game then showing up with a beer for yourself and nothing for the table?" "I am ashamed, truly I am, what will you all have?" he replied, hanging his head in mock shame. "What about another round of Patron?" Kristen asked her companions; everyone nodded, and Darren headed back to the bar. As he was passing the entrance he saw his friend Leo coming in and caught his eye. Leo and his friend joined Darren at the bar. After a round of greetings and introductions, Darren asked Leo if he'd mind bringing the round of shots the bartender was pouring to their table so he could catch the last few minutes of the game, saying, "you can't miss our table, it's right next to the stage and it's the only one here with two good looking but fully dressed women!" "I don't mind getting the round, but shouldn't you come along to introduce me?" Leo asked, "it's not as if Auburn is likely to score three touchdowns in the last four minutes." "A man bearing a tray full of high-end tequila shots needs no introduction, and I'll be along in a few minutes," Darren replied as he added shots for Leo and Leo's friend Dan to his order. "Okay, off I go; enjoy the game, what's left of it," Leo replied. "I'll have my shot here and watch the game with you," Dan said, "and I'll bring another round over as soon as the game's over." Leo found Dave, Kristen, and Tina easily and introduced himself. As Darren had predicted he was welcomed warmly; he couldn't be sure whether it was because he was bearing a tray full of shots or simply because he was an old friend of Darren's. He'd been with the group less than two minutes when he felt a tap on his shoulder; it was the stripper who'd had Kristen blushing a few minutes ago, now wearing a matching black bustier and thong as well as a red mask, asking if he'd like a private dance. "I just got here, I haven't even seen you on stage yet," he protested. Dave spoke up, saying, "Man, just go, I'm sure you won't regret it!" Tina and Kristen nodded their heads vigorously in agreement. "Okay, you've convinced me!" Leo said, letting the sexy brunette lead him back to a private VIP lounge divided into a number of small cubicles. Dave, Kristen, and Tina watched the next dancer work her way out of a pair of very brief cut off jeans and a tank top, but their conversation kept coming back to how they imagined Leo was faring. He returned after spending three songs in the private area, sporting a huge grin. "So, how'd it go?" Kristen asked. "You won't hear any complaints from me; she didn't do anything that could get her arrested, but that Elise really knows how to tease a guy." "Thanks for the compliment," the surprised group heard their new favorite stripper say. They hadn't noticed her coming up behind them. "Are you next?" she asked Dave. "I'd really love to, but I'm here with my lovely wife, who you've kind of already met," he said, pointing towards Kristen, "and we're here tonight to support our friend," he said, pointing at Tina. "She's going to be in the amateur strip contest any minute now, so I need to be here for that." "No worries, the contest ALWAYS begins a good half hour late. It won't start until at least 15 minutes after the DJ calls the contestants backstage. Couples get a two for the price of one discount, no charge for the second guest! What do you say?" Dave looked at Kristen, not wanting to put her on the spot by agreeing without knowing she was okay with the idea. Seeing her nod her head slightly, he told Elise, "We're in, as long as we can be back in time to cheer for our friend." Elise led the nervous couple back behind the curtain screening the private lounge from the main area. Four songs later they finally heard the DJ call the contestants to his booth. They each wondered what might have happened if the DJ's announcement had come one or two songs later; Elise was naked and in no hurry to do anything about it, knowing everyone would be focused on the contest for a while. Dave's shirt was open, and his chinos were down around his ankles. Kristen was sitting next to him, topless. After they had buttoned, hooked, zipped, and tucked in everything that needed to be restored to its normal state, they settled up with Elise and scrambled to rejoin their group. Darren and Dan had joined Leo at the table; Darren gave Tina a kiss for luck and she was off on her way backstage, shivering slightly as she climbed the stairs leading to a corner of the stage; the club looked different from up there, with at least a dozen lights trained on the raised space, making it hard for her to see much of anything else beyond the lights. She thought about soon having all that light on her, and shuddered at the thought that if she didn't lose her nerve the light might end up being the only thing covering her! The club's owner greeted the gathered contestants and thanked them for participating, then gave them a quick summary of the contest's rules and prizes. Tina was nervous enough that the only rule which caught her attention was something about not letting the audience touch them if they were completely naked! "I never even thought about that," she thought, "I hope I haven't overlooked anything else important," More so than the $200 prize for winning the competition, the fringe benefit of being allowed to treat a guest of their choice to some quality time in the VIP lounge made her even more determined to win. When the owner had wrapped up his presentation he thanked them all and said he hoped they enjoyed themselves. He wished them all luck and said the contest would begin in 10 minutes. When the owner's presentation was done, the three other contestants and Tina were shown to the dressing area. They all scattered, each looking for an open space to work on their makeup and outfits. She was surprised at how run down the backstage area was compared with the well-kept area she'd been hanging out in up until now, but guessed it made sense that the space open to customers would be where the looks mattered. She found a free alcove and had just begun touching up her makeup when she heard a voice behind her say, "don't go too crazy with your makeup. You don't want to look like just another stripper; this crowd likes their amateur strippers to look like they just happened to stop by and decided to get naked on a whim. I think it lets them imagine their wives or girlfriends dancing here sometime." Tina looked up to see who was offering her makeup tips and was surprised to see the sexy brunette who'd been luring various members of her group back to the private lounge for the last half hour. Elise had seemed like a slinky predator before, but now she was behaving like some sort of mentor; Tina was glad for any advice she could get from someone so well versed in how to please the crowd she'd soon be performing for, so she asked, "I've never done this before with more than one man watching me. Any last-minute tips?" "Well, you don't have time to learn anything complicated, but I can give you some basic suggestions. Don't try to be some sort of aloof, untouchable chick, smile as much as you can. And make eye contact; you'll be surprised at how many guys will, at least part of the time, overcome the spell your naked body casts over them and actually look you in the eye. Don't try anything too ambitious unless you've been practicing it at home for a while; I've seen girls take nasty falls off the pole when they had no business being on it in the first place. Not sexy. Most of all, enjoy the ride, if you really haven't done this before it can be overwhelming, but in a good way. Have fun out there, it really is a rush when the crowd gets into it." "Thanks, it's a lot to take in, but it may help. By the way, is the rule about not having any contact with the audience when you're nude strictly enforced? It seemed like you broke the hell out of that one with my friend!" Elise laughed and said, "Nick acts strict, but he's really just trying to keep his dancers safe. You should move away from anyone who gets too grabby, but as long as it's not too blatant you can get a little creative with how you let patrons give you tips. Besides, I always tell Nick that I'm not actually naked if I'm wearing a garter." "I came prepared for that, at least," Tina replied, hiking her skirt up to reveal a red garter." Tina was still absorbing Elise's brief tutoring session when the music faded out and was replaced by the DJ's voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear a nice round of applause for Debbie!" Tina hadn't paid any attention to what had been going on out on the stage since she'd been backstage, but she now saw a naked redhead coming through a gap in the curtain at the corner of the stage. Debbie held a fat wad of bills in one hand and a clump of clothing in the other. Seeing her reminded Tina to be sure to retrieve any clothing she took off before leaving the stage; since her outfit for the stage was all the clothing she had with her, leaving it behind would make returning to join her friends more than slightly awkward. The DJ continued, "It's time for tonight's featured event, The October edition of The Doll Haus Amateur Striptease Contest! We have four lovely ladies competing tonight, please give them each a warm welcome! First up we have...Heather! The music came back up; Tina joined the other two remaining contestants in peeking through small gaps in the curtains as a tall, skinny blonde stepped slowly out to the middle of the stage. Heather didn't have much in the way of curves, but she had a pretty face and went right to work getting out of her clothes, quickly sending her khaki shorts and polo shirt to the stage floor. The audience seemed to like her, cheering loudly as she played with her bra's shoulder straps before finally slipping her arms out. The cheering intensified when she unhooked her bra, loudly encouraging her to take it off. She let the bra go, revealing her A cup breasts. Tina was surprised by how enthusiastic the crowd was; they seemed to be happy enough to see Heather's boyish figure being revealed, won over by her enthusiasm. Heather seemed genuinely hesitant to take off her panties, but after at least a minute of shaking her head no and one or two false starts, the audience's vocal support seemed to help her get over her reluctance and her panties joined the rest of her outfit. She took a naked walk around the perimeter of the stage collecting tips, thenscooped up her clothes and disappeared behind the curtain, blushing but also smiling. "Great job, Heather!" shouted the DJ, "Time for contestant number two, please welcome Emma!" Peering through a gap in the curtains, Tina saw the second of her three competitors skip to the far end of a narrow section of the stage projecting out into the seating area. The petite brunette playfully raised and lowered the hem of her t-shirt as she went. She revealed a bit more of her torso each time she lifted the shirt, then eventually a little bit of her lacy red bra. She turned and walked slowly back towards the main part of the stage, continuing to reveal more and more of her bra; when she reached the larger section of the stage she turned back to face the crowd and pulled her shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it back to a spot near the mirrored wall at the back of the stage. Tina studied the start of Emma's act, trying to guess how the crowd would rate her compared to Tina. With her shirt off, Tina could tell Emma was curvier than the first dancer, with boobs around the same size as her own, and a narrow waist. "Nothing the slightest bit boyish about this one," Tina thought to herself, "whatever she does, I'll need to top it if I want to win this thing." She was pretty sure the audience was already making more noise for Emma before she was even topless than they had for Heather when she was naked! Tina's concentration on her competition was interrupted by the other remaining contestant, taking in the show at her own gap in the curtains a few feet away. "I can't believe they're both going through with this!" the slightly heavy strawberry blonde hissed. Tina wasn't sure if her nearby competitor was talking to her or just out loud to no one in particular, but broke away from watching Emma unbutton her denim shorts long enough to answer, "Why wouldn't they, I mean it is a strip contest, in a strip club. Were you not expecting them to strip?" "The three of us are all pledging Omega Sigma Beta, and doing this is a requirement. We were told we had to get up on the stage and take something off, but there was no requirement to take off more than one piece of clothing. I can't believe Heather got naked, and it doesn't look like Emma is going to stop at taking off her shirt either!" "But you can still just take off your one piece of clothing to satisfy the requirement, right?" Tina asked, annoyed that this distraction was making her miss seeing what Emma was doing. "Technically, yes, but we're competing for a limited number of openings, so there's a lot of pressure to outdo each other. During the drive here, the three of us made a pact; we'd each take off one piece of clothing, no more and no less. So much for that agreement!" "Maybe Emma will still keep her end of the bargain," Tina said as she turned back to look at what was happening on the stage. "Oh, shit, sorry, it looks like she's not sticking to the plan either," Tina said, watching as Emma stepped out of her shorts, which had landed on the stage while Tina had been talking with the nervous would-be sorority sister. The upset college student backed away from the curtain, mumbling something to herself, allowing Tina to focus on watching Emma strip. As her third song began, Emma began getting out of her bra, unhooking it but holding it firmly in place with one arm. For a short time, at least; by the middle of this final song she had drawn the shoulder straps down her arms and over her hands, then gave in to the pleading of the audience, raising both arms high as her bra fell to the floor. Tina couldn't help being impressed by the way Emma, a college freshman, was teasing her audience. She guessed there must be at least one or two boyfriends in her past or present who'd been treated to some version of what several dozen onlookers were now enjoying. Emma surprised herself, and maybe her fellow pledges, by getting out of her panties; after Heather had gone completely nude and Emma had performed so slickly in stripping down to her last piece of clothing, Tina, and probably most of the audience, had fully expected to see her get naked. As her last song was winding down, Emma had turned her back on the audience and peeled her panties down far enough to give the crowd a good look at her shapely exposed ass, and for those watching her reflection in the mirrored wall, a clear view of her lacy red panties sliding down, exposing her pussy. With her panties now covering nothing but a bit of her thighs, Emma turned to face her audience and let her last bit of clothing fall to her feet The DJ came on as the music faded out, asking the audience to give Emma a round of applause; the naked student pulled her panties back in place and made a trip around the edge of the stage, accepting an impressive amount of tips along with continued applause, then gathered up the rest of her outfit and trotted backstage. Seeing her upset fellow pledge waiting to confront her as soon as she was backstage, Emma immediately apologized for going beyond the limit they had agreed on. "Lauren, I am so sorry, I honestly did not intend to go that far, I just got carried away," she began, "and I remembered you telling me about how you went topless at a beach last summer, so after Heather went crazy I guess I thought you might end up doing something like she did." "Topless sunbathing is nothing like stripping naked in a damn club!" Lauren growled, "besides.." The DJ unknowingly put an end to the argument, telling the audience, "And now for our third lovely contestant tonight, please give a big Doll Haus welcome to Lauren!" Still upset, Lauren walked out onto the stage, starting to dance after a few hesitant steps. Tina watched her for less than half a minute, long enough to see Lauren, dressed in a mock schoolgirl outfit, untie her tie and toss it away. Thinking she had another 8 minutes or so before her turn on the stage, she tried to focus on her routine, but was too distracted by the image of herself on the stage, finally living out one of her oldest fantasies. As many times as she had imagined this, she had never realized what kind of unsettling noise a club full of excited patrons could make. Until very recently her fantasy hadn't included having a fiance and miscellaneous friends in the audience watching her strip; she was glad to have some friendly faces out in the crowd, but knowing they might soon be seeing her naked was somehow more unnerving than having a crowd of strangers see her that way! She was still trying to calm her nerves when the DJ broke in well before Lauren's first song was over. "Okay, thank you, Lauren! Now please, everyone, give a big welcome to our final contestant, come on out, Tina!" "What the hell?" Tina shouted, "What happened? It can't be time yet!" When she saw Lauren run through the dressing room, red-faced but still fully dressed except for her blouse and tie, she understood what had happened. Lauren must have tried to match Emma's act but been unable to make herself continue stripping. Like it or not, it was her turn. Finally. Tina's first steps out from behind the curtain were a little wobbly; as often as she had fantasized about this moment, the reality was more intense than she had expected. Between the stage lighting, the catcalls from the audience, and the thumping music, the butterflies in her stomach were gaining strength. The sheer number of men focused on her, all hoping to see her naked, was enough to give her goosebumps; in all her previous exhibitionist episodes she had set out to be seen, if at all, by small numbers of people, and expected her exposure to happen quickly and not go on for long. Having several dozen spectators all enjoying the sight of her gradually undressing over the course of several songs was something altogether different. "This is new," she thought as the crowd shouted encouragement, "but maybe new will be good!" She felt her breathing settle down to something close to normal. Trying her best to look relaxed, Tina strolled out onto the projected part of the stage, unbuttoning half of the buttons on her red silk blouse as she went. With the crowd anticipating soon seeing all of the translucent bra peeking out of the steadily growing opening between the two sides of her blouse, she surprised her audience by instead turning her attention to her pleated black skirt. She deftly undid the button on the waistband at her right hip; the crowd seemed to approve of the detour, cheering and whistling louder. Every eye in the audience followed her right hand's progress, not sure whether she was about to unbutton the skirt or unzip it, but looking forward to her skirt coming off one way or the other. She threw another surprise at the audience, her table of supporters included, by gripping the edge of the opening near the button and giving it a sharp yank. The small velcro dots holding the skirt together gave way easily. Following through with the motion which had turned the skirt into a loose strip of fabric, Tina flung it towards Darren. Towards, but not quite directly at him; she was as surprised as anyone else in the club at the sight of the pleated black fabric fluttering over the heads of her supporters seated at the first row of tables. Tina had been sure someone from her group would catch her skirt, but it had disappeared beyond them, most likely never to be seen again; the crowd's reaction told her that they thought the concept of her clothing not just coming off but being irrevocably lost to her was pretty hot. She hadn't planned on this, but thought, "the way the crowd liked that, maybe this twist is just the thing I need to win the contest. I just have to make sure I leave myself something to wear once I'm off the stage!" After a quick pause to check herself out in the mirrored back wall, Tina headed back towards the wall, unbuttoning the three remaining buttons on her blouse, peeking back over her shoulder as she went. She leaned back and extended her arms straight down; with her arms straight, a quick shrug of her shoulders was all that was needed for the smooth blouse to slide down, and then off, her arms, landing on the stage. She kicked the blouse to the mirrored back wall and took a moment to enjoy the sight of her reflection, now wearing just a largely sheer bra and panty set. She couldn't help blushing at the realization that only a small lace panel was left between the hungry eyes of the audience and her freshly shaved pussy, and nothing but sheer black fabric was now covering her breasts. She was sure her nipples hadn't been so obvious when she'd put her bra on at home a few hours earlier, and giving them a brief pinch and not so brief tug through the sheer fabric made them even more prominent. She thought it was possible that her barely covered ass might have distracted the audience enough to keep them from noticing what mischief her reflection was getting up to, so she extended her self-stimulation a bit longer, "just to be sure nobody missed it," she thought, "or maybe just because it feels so fucking good," she couldn't tell anymore, and didn't really care. With her back still facing the crowd she popped her bra's hooks loose, quickly slid it off her shoulders, and turned around. She freed her arms from the dangling straps, holding the flimsy bit of fabric more or less in place for a few seconds before pulling it away completely, twirling it around above her head a few times. She finally let it fly off to her right, giving some stranger in the audience a souvenir. By this time the fog of arousal she was getting lost in had made her completely lose track of whether she was midway through with her second song or her third, but she still remembered that two of her competitors had stripped completely. She knew she would need to be completely nude by the end of her time on the stage to have any chance of winning the contest. Though she was still shaking a little as she thought about her next move, getting naked on the stage had been her goal all along, and now that she was so close to being completely exposed she wanted it more than ever. She also knew the current song, "You shook me all night long" by AC/DC, well enough to know that if it was her last song, she didn't have much time left to get her panties off. She slipped her left hand inside the front of the panties, allowing herself a few seconds of sliding her middle finger up and down her soft, slick inner pussy lips, telling herself nobody out in the audience could really see what her fingers were doing beneath the lace. Deep down she knew that it had to be obvious to at least the closer members of the audience, but was almost beyond caring. She quivered at the thought that there was no telling what kind of show she might have put on if she hadn't been so determined to win the competition! Her competitive nature won out over her arousal; she pulled her panties down quickly, slipped her feet free from the small puddle of sheer black fabric, and bent over at the waist to pick them up. She stood up and faced her audience, smiling and twirling the flimsy garment as the song faded out, and let it fly off her finger to some happy fan at the left side of the stage as the DJ broke in," Wow, great job! How about a round of applause for Tina, everybody!" The DJ's announcement did bring on a deafening level of applause, but it also broke the spell Tina had been under, causing her to shiver from head to toe as she saw her reflection, naked except for her heels and garter. She bent over to pick up her blouse, all that was left of her outfit for her to bring backstage. She stood up, still admiring herself in the mirrored wall, and was about to head back behind the curtain, but paused to turn and blow the audience a kiss. Looking out towards the audience she noticed many of the men seated along the edge of the stage were waving bills in the air, waiting to tip her! She looked over at the DJ, who nodded and put on another song. Fearing she might be tempted to part ways with the last piece of clothing in her possession if she put it on or carried it with her, Tina dropped her blouse and left it behind as she began a naked tour all around the perimeter of the stage. It took all the willpower she had left to turn down some more ambitious ideas for placement of the tips, but her patrons all accepted her direction to place their tips in her garter. A few minutes more of strolling around in the nude netted her what she later discovered was over $110 before she finally headed backstage. As soon as she was behind the shelter of the curtain she put her blouse back on. She studied herself in a full-length mirror to see what sort of coverage the single garment could provide. From her point of view it seemed to be long enough, barely, to cover her ass and pussy; she couldn't be sure what the audience members seated a few feet below the level of the stage would see if she were to go back out there dressed this way, but she was pretty sure their vantage point wouldn't provide the PG-13 view she was seeing! She saw Elise getting dressed for her next set and asked her when the winner of the contest would be announced. "Oh, in about eight more minutes, I would guess," Elise replied, smiling, "just listen for the DJ." Tina was a little surprised it would take so long to judge a contest with so few competitors. Only seconds after speaking with Elise she heard the DJ call for the contestants to come back out on stage. "That didn't take nearly as long as Elise said," she thought, and joined Heather and Emma as they stepped out from behind the curtain. Lauren was nowhere in sight, but that was no surprise considering how she had fared during her time on the stage. When Heather, Emma, and Tina had all lined up at the main section of the stage on marks taped on the stage floor, as directed by the DJ, he addressed the audience, "It's time for you all to decide which of these lovely ladies deserves to be declared the winner of tonight's competition. Please make some noise for your choice when I call out their name. First up, who's voting for Heather?" A fair amount of cheering answered the DJ's question, but it seemed to Tina like less cheering than had accompanied her actual stripping. After 30 seconds or so, Heather's vote was ended by the DJ as he asked," Okay, thank you, now who is going to vote for Emma?" A considerably more raucous bit of cheering answered that question, aided a little by Emma's beginning to dance in place as soon as her voting began. Then aided a lot by Emma's decision to take off her t-shirt and shorts again. "Okaaay, I wasn't expecting THAT," Tina thought as she listened to the crowd. The DJ's voice came back over the speakers, "Thank you, Emma. Now let's hear who is voting for our final contestant, Tina?" Tina had already thought over her options during the voting for Emma; with no lingerie left to lose, she couldn't match Emma's latest move, but she wasn't entirely without options. She danced in place while unbuttoning her blouse, starting at the top and leaving only one button still fastened at the bottom by the time she was done. She raised the ante as her voting period was drawing to a close, pulling her blouse open as far as the single button left in place would allow, giving the audience a nice long look at her naked boobs! After flashing the crowd for 10 seconds or so, she closed up her blouse but didn't bother buttoning it up. Her improvisation worked as she hoped, bringing her vote at least as high as Emma's had been. When the crowd settled down the DJ spoke again, "Well, it looks like we have a tie between Emma and Tina; Who thinks we should have one more round to declare a winner?" The crowd made more noise than ever. "Alright, then, we'll have one more round to give both ladies one last chance to convince all you judges to vote for them!" The final round held the audience spellbound With voters for each finalist enjoying every second, Emma and Tina went all out in a battle for their votes. Emma unhooked her bra and pulled its straps down and off her arms. Tina turned her back to the audience and flipped the tail of her blouse up, briefly flashing her naked ass. Emma let her bra fall away from her breasts. Tina opened her blouse and flashed her breasts again, not bothering to pull her blouse closed. Emma turned her back to the audience and slowly pulled her panties down beyond her ass. Tina turned her back to the audience, undid the last button holding her blouse together, and dropped the top of the blouse lower and lower down her back. Emma pulled her panties down below her knees, then let them go and stepped out of them. Completely naked, she raised her arms high and twirled slowly around. Tina responded by letting her blouse slip off her arms and drop to the floor, then turned back to face the audience, fully exposed once again. She bent over and picked up the pile of red silk. She wadded up the last piece of the outfit she'd left home wearing and launched it off into the darkness beyond the well-lit stage! "Folks, I think we have a winner, don't you agree?" the DJ asked. He went through with the voting, but it wasn't close; Tina was officially declared the top amateur stripper at the Doll Haus for the month of October. She stayed on the stage long enough to accept two crisp $100 bills and a dollar store tiara from the owner, then headed backstage. Sitting at the spot in the dressing area where she had prepared to perform, Tina smiled as she stuffed her haul of cash into her makeup case and thought, "Together with my tips, not a bad hourly rate, I wonder if I should add this to my resume?" She looked around the room, hoping to find some kind of clothing she could beg, borrow, or steal to avoid having to rejoin her companions out in the club wearing only the plastic tiara. The club's regular dancers were nowhere in sight, apparently either done for the night or perhaps busy working the floor and VIP lounge. She saw Emma, already dressed, heading for an exit door and asked, "Hey, do you have any spare clothes I could borrow? Or buy? I'd be glad to pay you more than enough to replace them." Emma's response was immediate and definitive, consisting of a raised middle finger as she stepped out into the night. "Shit, now what?" Tina asked the empty room. She didn't see anything resembling clothing she could borrow anywhere in the room; apparently the regular dancers didn't trust each other too well, keeping their stuff in one of the lockers lined up along one wall. She definitely didn't want to go out the door Emma had left by, being stranded in the club's parking lot, naked and locked out, didn't hold much appeal. She thought about making an unplanned visit to the stage and joining her supporters by climbing down off the stage at their table, "but what if they're not at the table anymore? I could end up giving the crowd another show and still end up right back here!" She was about to take her chances on a brief return to the stage when she noticed another door; assuming it wasn't leading to a closet or the great outdoors it looked like it might be her best option. She tried the handle and felt it turn. The room beyond was much darker than the dressing area, with black floor, ceiling and black curtains for walls. Tina stepped into the room; she heard the door close behind her and tried the handle on this side, which didn't budge. It made sense to Tina that a door leading to the dancer's private space wouldn't work if the space she had entered was public, but that meant wherever she was now, she might have company at any moment. She strode towards the other end of the room, assuming there had to be some other way out. Tina had reached the far end of the room without finding a door when one of the curtains flew open. She saw Debbie, one of the club's dancers, leading a customer, both looking as surprised as she felt. The couple pushed past her, and a moment later she saw them disappear into a space behind another curtain. "Whoa, this must be the VIP lounge!" she thought, "no place for an unaccompanied nude girl to be hanging out!" She tried to remember where the table Darren and the rest of their group were sitting when she last saw them was in relation to the entrance to the lounge. She was sure it was no more than fifteen feet away, so she took a deep breath and opened the curtain. She had guessed right about her party's location and was relieved to see they were still there, but there were a lot of men standing between them and her; she only saw glimpses of her group in gaps between the clot of customers between them and her, and they didn't seem to be able to see her at all. Tina's heart was pounding just thinking about the route to join her companions. There was precious little open space, so she knew she'd need to brush past several of the men with nothing but a surgical mask and her small makeup bag between her naked body and them. She swallowed hard and left the lounge, squeezing by a couple of men, putting their conversation on hold when they noticed the woman they'd been cheering for on the stage a few minutes ago was now wedging her way through the too small gap between them, still as naked as when they had last seen her. By the time she had made it halfway to her destination, she'd lost track of how many strangers hands had made contact with some part or another of her exposed skin. She thought at least some of the touches were inadvertent, an innocent result of her forcing her way through the crowd, but was sure the solid cupping of one of her breasts at a couple of points must have been intentional. She pressed on, pushing her way through the last few men in her way. During her final push, her progress was interrupted briefly when her right nipple accidentally made contact with both an icy cold beer bottle and the thumb wrapped around the bottle; she let out a small gasp, unheard over the music playing, then continued on her path, managing to drag her left nipple across the same bottle and the same thumb before she finally broke through to her group. Darren, Dave, Kristen, Leo, and Dan were stunned to see Tina emerge naked from the scrum of men standing near their table. Kristen spoke up first, "What the hell, Tina, why are you still naked?" "I guess I'm too competitive for my own good. My plan was just to wind up the crowd a bit by throwing my skirt to Darren. When it disappeared somewhere beyond you all, the way the crowd reacted, I kind of went a little bit crazy throwing away the rest of my clothes. I hadn't planned on losing any clothing, so I didn't bring any backups." Tina replied, suddenly feeling embarrassed to be standing around naked with her new acquaintances, who seemed to be unable to stop staring. "Kristen, can you go buy me one of those long t-shirts they have on display above the bar?" she said, "so I don't have to spend the rest of the night in the nude." "I can get that for you," Darren said. "Nope, I want to show you something," Tina replied, taking his hand, "come with me." She pulled him straight through the same crowd she'd just passed through, determined to get him to the VIP lounge as quickly as possible. Five songs after Tina pulled Darren into one of the curtained cubicles, the music stopped and the lights came up. He was already getting dressed, their having celebrated her winning performance with some urgent, almost frantic fucking. The events of the last hour or two helped both to come quickly. Darren went out to get the t-shirt Tina had asked for and handed it in to Tina. While Tina was opening the package and removing some pins and labels, Darren hung out near the exit, automatically looking over when the door from the dancer's dressing area opened. "Kerry?" Darren asked, confused but sure he recognized a friend he'd known for a few years but hadn't seen in several months, "What are you doing here?" Before Kerry had a chance to answer, Tina pulled the curtain open and saw her mentor, now dressed modestly in jeans and a t-shirt with her stage makeup removed. Tina made introductions, "Darren, this is Elise, she gave me some valuable advice before the contest. Elise, this is my very patient fiance, Darren." Even though she recognized Darren every bit as much as he did her, Kerry replied, "Good to meet you, but as long as we're being introduced, my real name is Kerry. I've only been Elise for the last 6 months or so." Darren hadn't seen Kerry on the stage or been around when she'd enticed some of the group to join her in the VIP lounge; he hadn't quite grasped what Kerry was doing here, but her use of an alias gave him a pretty good idea; he responded, "Nice to meet you, what led you to become Elise?" Tina was surprised at the turn the conversation was taking, but she was interested in what Elise, or rather Kerry, had to say. "I went through an ugly divorce and lost my job when the Engineering firm I worked for was struggling. My ex-husband used to tell me I'd be good at this; he was a jerk, but it turned out he was right. I promised myself I won't do this for long, but for now, the money is good, and I like having my days free. How about you, Tina, was it what you were expecting?" "Oh, man, it was crazy, my heart is still racing. I've thought about doing this for so many years, and it lived up to my imagination. And then some." "I'm glad you had fun! I hope you don't mind me offering one more unsolicited piece of advice; enjoy this memory, but be careful you don't let yourself get hooked. Too much time in this kind of place can make you do some crazy shit!" Kerry said, then turned to leave. Tina's group was still hanging around to see if Tina and Darren were interested in stopping somewhere for a bite to eat; Kerry passed within a few feet of them as she made her way to the front door of the club, but didn't make eye contact with any of them on her way out.

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 25 Abbies first period class was uneventful. The only excitement was the amount of attention the student body seemed to be giving her, especially the boys. News of Lauren and her exposure that morning in the office had traveled fast. A few boys seated behind her were trying to be quiet, but she was able to overhear a lot of their conversation about her. Abbies got such a nice pair on her, and her nipples were so hard! One boy whispered to his friend. I know! I saw her totally naked at the park yesterday. Her body is so fine! Abbie blushed to herself, realizing the boys could have seen her naked in any of a number of exposures she had now faced, and not just the one at the office this morning. Really? Whats she You know, look like down there? The first boy asked. Her pussy? Oh man! She keeps herself totally shaved. Its so hot! By the time class was dismissed, Abbies face was burning in a mixture of flattery and embarrassment, and that wasnt the only part of her that felt warm, as her loins were also now awakened with much excitement at how the boys had spoken of her body throughout class. She arrived at her second period math class a little faster than usual. Apparently her self-consciousness made her move more quickly. Or maybe it was her hornyness. It wasnt until she arrived at the classroom that she remembered she was expected to attend this class in the nude. Another exposure she would have to face, she realized. This time, however, she started to steel herself. She no longer wanted to feel such embarrassment about being naked, like she had just felt hearing the boys whispers in her previous class. Why should I feel embarrassed, she thought to herself, when so many of my peers already know what I look like naked. Everyone in this class had already seen me naked. There's nothing to be shy about, she reasoned. She wanted to be like her mom and sister, and her friend Gwen too. She wanted to feel free to be a nudist like her mom expected her to be, and to even have fun with it sometimes like Gwen seemed to be doing. Abbie was the first to arrive at the classroom, not even her teacher was there, still out in the hall monitoring passing time. With newfound determination, Abbie began stripping her clothes from her body. Now she was thankful to her brother, as her clothes came off very quickly and easily. Once nude, she simply folded her clothes up, put them in the metal basket underneath her chair, and took a seat in her spot, ready to begin with the class. In another minute, a few of her classmates began arriving, smiling to themselves and each other when they saw the naked girl. Abbie just smiled right back, with a large and bright smile, enjoying the attention, and she said, "Good Morning!" to each and every one of them as they entered. It wasn't much longer before their teacher arrived as well. "Good morning Mr. Rusconi!" Abbie greeted him in the exact same way as her fellow students, with a big bright smile. "Well good morning, Abbie! You seem very cheerful this morning." He couldn't help smiling back. She was quite a lot younger than him, but he couldn't deny her charm and beauty, especially naked. "Can I see you at my desk for just one moment?" Abbie got up from her seat, just as he was sitting down at his. He smiled up at her, unable to control himself as his eyes took in her body from bottom to top as she approached his desk. There was just a hint of a blush on her cheeks that he couldn't help finding cute. "What is it, Mr. Rusconi?" She asked. He cleared his throat, reminding himself that she was a student of his. "Abbie, you might have noticed that I avoided calling on you yesterday. I didn't want to make you the center of attention, or put too much pressure on you with it being your first time nude in class. You seemed a little self-conscious yesterday, honestly. But I'm happy to see that doesn't seem to be the case for you today." He smiled at her. "Yes sir." She beamed back. "I'm going to give you the choice. If you feel up to answering any of the questions, or even better, one of the problems on the board, just raise your hand, and I will call on you. If you wish to stay quiet, I will give you that option too and promise not to call on you until you are ready. Does that sound reasonable to you?" "Oh, yes sir." Abbie was flattered her teacher would look out for her in such a way. "Thank you, sir." "Good. Thank you, Abbie. Go ahead and take your seat. The bell is about to ring." Just as he said that, the bell began to ring fortuitously, making Abbie giggle and she went and took her desk. Mr. Rusconi began the class, and things proceeded as normal, besides the fact that there was a nude girl seated in the front row. Abbie just bided her time. When he finally got to the part of the class where he called one student at a time to the board to answer one of the practice questions, Abbie prepared herself. She had spotted one of the questions she was sure she knew the answer to, about a third of the way down the board, and now she just waited. Abbie's heart began racing as her teacher moved to that problem, but with a deep breath, and a reminder to herself that she was doing nothing wrong, she slowly and cautiously raised her hand. "Yes, Abbie." He pointed at the naked girl, proud to see she had gained confidence enough to participate in class. Abbie came forward, taking the marker from her teacher's hand as he offered it, coyly stepping towards the board. She knew every eye in the classroom was now upon her and her naked body, and could feel her nerves trying to get the better of her, but she pushed those feelings down, concentrating on the problem instead. Much of the class watched on in awe as the naked girl walked to the board. Having a naked girl in class was a new experience for them too. What was once only the realm of fantasy, had become real, and most of the boys had to adjust themselves in their seats. Even some of the girls were having trouble sitting still in their seats, thinking it was hot watching a naked girl move to the board. They were just glad that it was Abbie, and not them on display for the group. "Remember to show your work, Abbie." He gave her an encouraging smile, as she looked back at him. Abbie's hand shook a little as she brought it to the board, but as she concentrated on the math problem, her fear melted away. Already having solved the problem in her head, it took very little time for her to scribble down her work and answer. She then gave it one more once over, to make sure she had not made any mistakes, and once she was satisfied she had solved the problem correctly, she turned back to her teacher with a pleased little smile on her lips. "Excellent work, Abbie. You're exactly right. Good job!" Her teacher smiled in return. "Yeah! You really got to the BOTTOM of that one Abbie!" A girl from the back row called, and the class erupted into laughter. "Get it! Bottom! Abbie's bottom! Like her butt!" The girl laughed to her friends sitting in the back row with her. Abbie felt the bubbling of embarrassment returning to her, but then she reminded herself that she shouldn't really care what this punk chick thought about her. It wasnt worth the effort to get upset or angry. "Quiet! Quiet!" Their teacher had to yell to get the students to calm down. "Vanessa Kato, I believe you've just volunteered to solve the next problem on the board." He said, motioning for the girl to come forward. Vanessa gave a little giggle as she passed by Abbie on her way to the board, taking a look up and down her naked body. Abbie attempted to smile back at her as she took her seat, but it came across as more of a sneer, making Vanessa think she had gotten under Abbie's skin with her comments. Exactly what she was hoping for. "Wait Vanessa. Before you attempt to solve the problem, I'd just like to clarify." Mr. Rusconi stopped her before she could grab the marker. "You obviously meant for your comments towards Abbie to be complementary. Correct?" Vanessa turned back towards her teacher with a smirk. "Of course, Mr. Rusconi. I was very impressed with the way Abbie was able to solve the problem." Dripping sarcasm was evident in her tone, and the girl was obviously pleased with herself. "And Abbie has done wonders to bring attention to the nudist cause, not just here in America, but for the entire global community!" She couldn't help smiling to her friends in the back of the class as they snickered at her words. Mr. Rusconi was almost able to mimic her sarcastic tone with his reply. "Good. Because you know this school has a zero tolerance policy for any disparaging remarks regarding, in this case, personal identity." The smile slowly fell from Vanessa's face as he continued. "If that were the case you could be looking at a two week suspension, or maybe even expulsion. And I would hate to see someone with such care for her fellow student receive such a severe punishment. Wouldn't you?" "No sir. I mean, yes sir." Vanessa said nervously. "Yes, so you see I'm now in a bit of a conundrum. I think its very possible that you were trying to attack Abbies personal identity as a nudist with your words and laughter, but you are telling me otherwise. I guess I'll just have to leave it up to Principal Bruster to decide if that is the case or not." "Sir you can't! I mean this will be the third time Ive seen her this week." Vanessa said with some dread. Her parents had been threatening her with sending her off to boarding school if her behavior didnt improve. A threat she had not taken seriously until yesterday when her father had actually brought home the form and started filling it out in front of her. Why did I have to open my big mouth, she thought. Please! You cant! She pleaded. Please dont send me to Principal Bruster! I wasnt trying to tease Abbie! Honest! "If only I could be sure. There must be some way for you to show us that you were really being truthful in what you said about Abbie." He turned to Abbie, giving her a little wink. Abbie raised her hand, having a sense of what her teacher was hinting at. "Maybe Vanessa could prove it by joining me in advancing the nudist cause? She could join me in nudity for the remainder of the class period? That would certainly prove she is being truthful." Many of the boys in the class sat up straighter when they heard Abbies idea. Most of them thought of Vanessa as a big tease, with her always wearing short shorts or tiny skirts and tight tops, more often than not with large plunging necklines that showed off an ample amount of her cleavage, but never doing anything past light kissing with anyone. "Why that's an excellent idea, Abbie!" He smiled, happy that Abbie had caught his implication. "But! But!" Vanessa stammered. "Don't you think it is a brilliant idea, Vanessa? It would certainly prove you were only trying to compliment your fellow classmate. It's either that or I'm sorry to say I'll be forced to send you to the principal's office." But Im not a nudist like Abbie! The punk girl tried explaining. You cant be serious! You cant just make me strip naked here in class! Of course I cant just make you strip naked. The teacher responded, sounding gruff. Truthfully, he couldnt do anything of the sort, but he thought the principal would understand and agree with his decision once explained. His judgment might have also been a bit impaired with having one pretty naked girl attending his class. What would another naked girl be, he reasoned. However, I do feel that it is the best way for you to prove you were being complimentary towards Abbie, and not making veiled disparaging remarks about her nudity. Its either that or the principal's office, Ms. Kato. Your choice. Now Vanessa was truly beginning to panic. She turned her head to look at the rest of the class, realizing the thirty-something group of her peers were probably about to see her naked, most dreadfully, the boys. She had heard the rumors about herself, how many thought she was a tease, and truth be told, they were probably right. Half Asian and half Caucasian, with her father immigrating to the states from Japan before she was born, Vanessa had worked very hard to cultivate her image. Wanting to appear tough, as she had been teased about her mixed heritage when little, she began hanging out with the punk kids at her school and around her neighborhood at a young age. Many of the girls in the crowd were a lot older than her, and wore clothes she thought of as way too revealing at the time. She had wanted to fit in, despite her misgivings, so it was out with the pink, and in with the black. Her most recent change had been to dye her hair bright red, but she had practically gone through the entire rainbow since she had adopted her punk persona. With the encouragement and tutelage of the older girls, she found out dressing in such a revealing way could be an advantage to her as well. Ever since her body had begun to change, she had noticed the way boys always seemed to get tongue tied and shy around her. It had taken her a little while to understand why, but once she discovered it was because of her developing breasts and her widening hips, she figured out she could use it as an advantage. She took great joy in dressing in skimpy clothes, knowing the boys would find her irresistible. Now at her age of almost 15, most boys found her body incredible, with long shapely legs, and a slender frame paired with wide hips. The thing that drove most boys crazy about her, however, was her large ample bosom, a feature she appeared to have inherited from her mother. The thing that nobody knew about her, however, was just how body shy the girl really was. It seemed ridiculous even to her, that she could wear skirts that her mother complained didnt even constitute as a belt, and crop tops that showed more skin than most girls would even show at the beach, but she could not stand the thought of anyone actually seeing her very personal and very private parts. Being seen as a tease was an asset to her, she thought, since it kept most boys from trying anything with her, while usually getting them to do the things she wanted. Being seen as a slut, however, was one of her worst nightmares. Vanessa tried to resign herself to her fate, taking a few deep breaths. Today the almost 15 year old had worn a fairly typical outfit for her. She wore a plaid, red and black checkered skirt that only covered her from her hips to about half an inch below her thigh gap. For her top she had an old white concert t-shirt she had modified by cutting a large V neckline, so that the point of the V came to just below her breasts. On top of that she wore her cropped black leather jacket that she wore practically every day. Completing her look was her nose piercing. Her parents had been absolutely furious when she had gotten it a year ago, demanding to know who had done it, but they could do nothing once they found out it was one of Vanessas older teenage punk friends who was responsible. Another quick breath, and the girl shucked her leather jacket from her shoulders. Mistakenly, she had positioned herself to face her fellow students, and now could see all of their eyes on her, as they anticipated her stripping. Vanessa's eyes fell to the front and center, where Abbie sat giggling to herself even as she tried to stifle her laughter by covering her mouth with her hand. The thing was that Vanessa envied Abbie, and how she could just sit there naked, appearing to be so carefree about it. It almost made her blood boil to see the nudist laughing at her. In another situation, she might have just attacked the naked girl, but she knew that wouldn't fly in the middle of class. The only option she felt would keep her dignity was to back out. She wasn't going to give Abbie the satisfaction of laughing at her naked. She bent over and picked up her dropped jacked, and then turned to her teacher. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rusconi, but I can't" "I see." Her teacher gave her a disappointed look. "Then I must insist you go see Principal Bruster." "I know" she answered, trying to appear stoic. "Mr. Stevens." He said. Normally he would have had the wronged party escort the perpetrator to the office, but sending Abbie out of the classroom while nude was out of the question, and he wasn't ready to have her get dressed just yet. "Please escort Ms. Kato to the office." "Me sir?" Mathew Stevens asked, confused but excited. "I mean, of course sir." In a few seconds Matt was heading out the door with Vanessa, and the teacher was calling another student to the front to complete the math problem, a boy named Darrel. Before Darrel could complete his attempt at the board, the class was surprised to see Matt leading Vanessa back into the classroom. "Mr. Rusconi, Vanessa has changed her mind and would like a chance to strip nude if that is still an option." Matt explained as his teacher looked at them, confused. "Is this true, Vanessa?" He asked. "Yes sir. I would like to strip naked like Abbie. I'd really rather not get in any more trouble with my folks." She explained sheepishly. "Very well then. Matt, Darrel, please take your seats. Vanessa, you may proceed." Vanessa stood in front of her class, blushing profusely for what she was about to do. Once again she shucked her leather jacket from her shoulders, only this time it was not the only thing she would remove. Before she could continue getting undressed, her teacher asked another question of her. "Vanessa, what is your reason for changing you mind?" The girl fidgeted with the zipper on her skirt as she tried to come up with an explanation. "Well sir Matt was able to make things more clear for me when we were in the hallway. He said it was only right that I show Abbie that my comments from earlier were not meant to be mean spirited, but instead came from my vicious jealousy at her for being so completely comfortable with being nude." Wow, where did that come from? The punk girl thought to herself, as her hand finally released its grip on her skirt, and the garment fell down her shapely legs to her ankles, coming to rest atop her black platform boots. "I myself am totally terrified to show my naked body to anyone. It's my biggest fear. That is the reason I have such intense jealousy towards Abbie." Vanessa could not believe she had just admitted her jealousy and her biggest fear to her entire class, and right before she was about to live through her biggest fear too! She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and in one fluid motion flipped it upwards and off. Now only standing in her bra and panties, both black as well, the girl continued speaking despite the ample amount of embarrassment she was experiencing. "Abbie, if you would be willing to forgive me, I would offer to join you every day for math class in the nude." She unhooked her bra, not believing the words coming out of her mouth. Her mind was screaming no at her, but her hands continued their movement and soon her large glorious breasts were exposed to the entire class. Exposed for the first time to anyone since their development in fact, and she felt like she wanted to faint, but her body wouldn't let her. There was a large cheer when her boobs became visible to the class, especially from the boys, but their teacher admonished them. "Quiet down!" The stripping continued for the teenage punk girl, with her final piece of clothing. Hooking her thumbs into the waste band, she pushed her panties down, letting them fall in the same manner as her skirt. Then she asked matter of fact, "Would you be alright with me joining you naked everyday for math class, Abbie?" And she gave a shy smile, despite her terror at asking such a question. Abbie looked the now naked punk chick up and down, wearing a large smirk. She felt great justice, if not a bit naughty for suggesting to their teacher that she should strip naked. Another small giggle escaped her lips before she answered. "Of course, Vanessa. In fact you should think about becoming a nudist full time like me. You really have the body for it." Abbie couldn't resist adding the last part, even though the girl seemed to be quite humiliated to be naked. Vanessa took a look down at her own body, now no longer a secret for all of her classmates in math class. Her large C cup breasts stood firm and proud, drawing everyone's attention with her pale untanned skin, capped off with now very puckered and excited looking brownish-pink nipples. Her flat tummy led down to her pubis, where the girl had thin, soft and downy looking dark brown pubic hair, just a dusting above and along the sides of the plump outer lips of her sex. Either way you looked at the girl, from top to bottom, or bottom to top, your eyes would be drawn in to looking at that beautiful treasure nestled in between her legs. Vanessa had nothing more to say, wanting to be out of the spotlight and back in her chair at the back of the class where she wouldn't be as visible to everyone. Her teacher had other plans for her, however. "Please collect your clothing from the floor, Vanessa. You can put them on my desk until the end of class from now on." Vanessa's eyes went wide as she realized her teacher had also heard her declaration towards Abbie, and would be expecting her to attend class naked from now on too. After collecting her clothes, she scampered her way over to his desk, wishing she could put the clothes on instead of leaving them there. Then she attempted to go back to her desk, but her teacher interrupted her again. "Ms. Kato, I believe you still have a problem to solve on the board before you take your seat." Vanessa's face was already bright red from her embarrassment, but she was still able to feel just a bit more shame as she looked at her teacher in shock. But she didn't feel any desire to argue with him, already feeling so humiliated with herself. She instead turned and headed for the white board, giving her classmates the first real view of her bare backside since she had gotten naked. Her backside was very respectable and shapely for her slim figure, but not nearly as ample as her chest, which is why it normally never received nearly as much attention. As she took her position at the board, one of the boys in the class shouted out, "Nice!" But caught himself before he blurted out what he was going to say, remembering how Vanessa had ended up in the position she was in. "Nice what, Mr. Hunter?" The teacher scolded. "Nice Uh, penmanship, Vanessa." The boy covered for himself. Vanessa couldn't help herself from taking a look at who was speaking, knowing exactly what he was going to say. It was a boy she had considered a friend, Gavin Hunter, another punk like her. She wasn't surprised in the least he would say something like that to her. A few times in the past he had tried to get her to fool around with him, and on a number of occasions had asked for her to get naked in his presence. Now it seemed he had gotten what he had asked for, she thought, realizing he would now be able to see her naked every single day in this class. "Very good Vanessa. You've just made one small mistake. Can you spot it?" Their teacher asked, seeing the girl had finished. "Ummm no." She answered. "I'm feeling a little dazed, honestly." She explained. "That's alright, Vanessa." He turned to address the class. "Has anyone else spotted her mistake?" A few hands went up, but none more eagerly than Abbie's. "Yes. Abbie." "Instead of adding 4 to both sides, she subtracted 4." Abbie said with a big grin. "Yes. Exactly right, Abbie." He said with a smile, making Abbie feel proud. Vanessa's anger began to bubble again, and she stared a few daggers at the only other nude girl. Finally Vanessa was about to head for her spot at the back, but her teacher interrupted her once again. "Matt, would you mind moving back a few spots? I'd like Vanessa to sit front and center like Abbie. This way even if the majority of you are staring at the girls, I can still pretend you are paying attention to me." He and most of the other students laughed at his joke, but Vanessa was outraged. She wanted to complain, but something told her it was better not to do that and she just took the open desk instead. Abbie for her part just spun around in her seat to look at her fellow classmates, a little flummoxed that they would have been staring at her backside this entire time, before shrugging to herself and facing forward again. She couldn't blame them, as personally she thought her butt was very cute, and her favorite feature about herself. There wasn't too much time left in the class after that, so the teacher explained the homework for the day and then let the students talk amongst themselves for the remainder of the period. Abbie turned to Vanessa, hoping to break the ice. She didn't want another enemy, like what had happened with Lauren. "Hi Vanessa." "What do you want!?" The naked girl snapped back at her. Abbie could see that this was already off to a rough start. "Listen. I think what you just did, what you just put yourself through, is one of the most difficult things a person can go through. And to do it all when it's your biggest fear, and in front of a whole classroom full of our classmates. Wow, I mean, that takes a lot of courage!" "What do you care?" Vanessa scowled at her. "Well for one, you said you were jealous of me." "Yeah! I mean how can you just sit there, knowing everyone has seen your naked body and can look at it any time they want!" Her anger still shone through. "Of course I'm jealous of you! You're so at ease with yourself and how you look." "That wasn't always the case, you know. It's taken me a little while to get used to going nude. I was once a lot like you, never wanting anybody to see me naked." Vanessa looked at her with quite a bit of surprise. "Really? How did you get over it?" "Honestly, it still bothers me sometimes." Abbie bit the corner of her lip. "But I try my best to put on a brave face when I'm naked, and most people seem to accept me. That's kinda what you were trying to do too, right? By offering to join me every day. I won't hold you to that, as much as I'd like the company. It's not fair to you though, if this is your biggest phobia." "What better way to face my phobia than to take it head on?" Vanessa said, although with some confusion as she was about to gladly take Abbie up on her offer. "Really!? That'd be great!" Abbie surprised the girl by grabbing her in a tight embrace. "It'll be so much easier from now on not having to be the only naked girl." What also surprised Vanessa, was how nice it felt to have Abbie's soft skin pressed against her own. Abbie let go of the hug as the bell rang, but then sheepishly blushed, as she realized Matt Stevens had moved to stand near them. "Hey Abbie. I was hoping to get a quick chance to talk with you." He said with a grin. "Oh sure. What do you want to talk about?" Abbie gave a quick side eye to Vanessa, who was back to blushing profusely with a male classmate now so close. Now that class was over, she had no intention of sticking around, and made a beeline to her clothes. Matt took Vanessa's spot, waiting until most of their classmates had left before stating his question. "Abbie, I've been curious to ask you how you've been doing with everything since Friday night? I heard your mom adopted the rules at your house too. How's that been for you?" Abbie blushed hard. As far as most students knew, she had just decided to become a nudist. Most had no idea of the real reason she had been pushed into nudism. Matt was one of the few that knew the truth. "It was freaking embarrassing to start with! Especially since my mom put my little brother in charge of me. Then she even let him and his friends all play with my pussy! It felt so degrading!" Abbie's face was one of disgust as she said this, and she was not sure why she was even telling him, but her expression softened as she continued. "But it also led to my boyfriend and I getting together. Blake Moss. I guess he couldn't deny his feelings for me anymore once he saw me naked." She giggled. "And boy, did he see me naked! The first time he saw me like this I was bent over showing everything! A stupid punishment my brother gave me, but I guess it worked out in the end! Then I got blackmailed by this little 7th grader named Lauren. Don't worry though, we're friends now. But she had been making me go everywhere naked! At track practice. Walking to school. In the park. She even made me go to the freakin mall naked if you can believe it!" A mischievous smile came upon Abbie's lips. "But it was so hot seeing the way boys were looking at me while I was there! I felt so sexy being naked in front of them! I feel sexy a lot when I'm naked in public places, especially in front of boys." Abbie gave Matt a coy look, standing up in front of him, and showing herself off a little. "What do you think, Matt? Do you think I'm sexy?" "I think you're really sexy, Abbie!" Both Abbie and Matt were startled to see that Vanessa was still there, having not left after getting dressed. "That was an amazing story! I think I really understand you now, Abbie. I'm really sorry for trying to make fun of you earlier. Can you forgive me?" "Yes I forgive you!" Abbie bopped over a few steps and grabbed the girl in another hug, all the while giggling uncontrollably. Vanessa just blushed, and then shut her eyes, enjoying another embrace from the naked girl. "Well, we better all get going." Matt said, checking his watch. "We only have a few minutes to get to our next class." "Right!" Abbie said with alarm, grabbing her books, and almost sprinting out the door. Matt was able to stop her just in time, although Abbie gave quite the thrill to a few other students passing by in the hall. "You're still naked, Abbie!' Abbie looked down at herself, and then slapped her forehead. "Oh right!" She sheepishly gigged at her mistake. "Not that I think anybody would mind if Abbie just stayed naked." Vanessa smiled and giggled along with Abbie. I certainly wouldnt. "Only if you do it with me!" Abbie wiggled her eyebrows at the girl, making Vanessa look at her in shock and shake her head back and forth emphatically. As soon as Abbie was dressed, all three headed out of the classroom and to their next class. As Abbie made her way from her math class down the hall, and quickly to her next, she began to wonder just why she had spilled her guts to Mathew Stevens so freely. She had practically bared her soul to him, not to mention Vanessa too, who had apparently been observing her the entire time. Once again she felt foolish, but this time she wasn't sure why. She was thankful her next class, history, was so close by, as she had just made it into the classroom as the bell rang. She wouldn't have even had time to go to her locker today, but thankfully she almost always took her math and history books together to save her the trip. Her teacher was just beginning her lecture as she sat down, but Abbie found that her mind began to wander from the topic at hand. She kept replaying her math class over in her head, particularly the parts involving Vanessa. She hoped she had smoothed things over with the girl, and had made a new friend, instead of a bitter enemy. Her teacher noticed she didn't seem to be paying attention. "Abbie, can you tell me what county Napoleon attacked that ultimately led to his downfall?" "Huh?" Abbie realized everyone was staring at her, feeling embarrassed. "Uh Um France?" She guessed, making the class laugh at her answer. "No Abbie. That's incorrect. Please pay attention." Her teacher admonished her, then continued with her lecture. Abbie was thankful she had her lunch period next, instead of another class. She found her friends, Daisy and Sabrina, sitting with them after getting her tray of food. With them as usual, were their boyfriends, Liam and Brad. Blake stopped by for a moment too as she sat down, but he still hadn't gotten his lunch, so went to wait in line. "Is it true?" Sabrina asked Abbie once her boyfriend had left. "What?" Abbie asked. There were so many things her friend could be asking her about at this point. "You need to be more specific." Daisy cut herself into the conversation. A lot of people have been saying you were topless in the main office this morning. I heard she and another girl were sitting there completely naked. Liam interjected. No! I wasnt topless and I wasnt naked! Abbie said, a little perturbed at her friends. I just had my top pulled up, is all. She blushed a little at her admission. Sorry, Abbie. I was under the impression you were now a nudist. Does it bother you for us to discuss your nudism with you? Brad asked in a way only he could. Well No, sorry. I was actually feeling pretty good until my history class. Abbie explained. What happened in your history class? Sabrina asked. I was kinda zoned out, and our teacher, Mrs. Weathers, asked me a question, but I got it wrong. Abbies blush returned. Everyone in class laughed at me for getting such an easy question wrong. And being laughed at in particular bothers you? Brad asked. Yes! Of course! Doesnt it bother you? Abbie looked at him side-eyed for such a silly question. Not as such. If I get a question wrong in class, I simply take it as a learning experience to expand my knowledge. The boy explained. Isnt he so smart! Sabrina gushed, leaning over to give her boyfriend a peck on the cheek. Please, Sabrina. Public displays of affection will only lead to trouble. Ugh! The girl moaned and rolled her eyes at him. Brads words had been rolling around in Abbies head since he said them, and she was starting to have an epiphany. She took a look around the lunch room, then leaned in to whisper to her friends. Guys, dont bring any attention to us, ok? She said, then looked around one more time, just to be sure no one was watching her. Then she slowly and deliberately brought her shirt up past her breasts, holding it in place with her armpits, just as she had done in the main office that morning. Abbie, what are you doing? Daisy whispered, keeping as quiet as possible, but still couldnt contain a little giggling. Im testing something. Abbie explained. She noticed, at the next table across from her, a couple of boys had spotted her and her exposure, but she stayed strong. She just gave them a little wave, and brought her finger to her lips as if to signal for them to stay quiet. Both boys just nodded their heads, and one gave her a big smile, while the other gave her a thumbs up. An experiment? Brad asked, seemingly very interested now. Yes. Abbie explained. What you said made me realize, its being laughed at that really bothers me. Then your hypothesis is that nudity does not bother you in and of itself, but being laughed at for being naked is what causes you discomfort. Brad reasoned. Uh hum! Abbie nodded her head, smiling brightly. Just then, Blake arrived at the table, shocked to see Abbie had her breasts exposed to practically everyone in the lunchroom. Abbie! What the hell! Blake! Abbie quickly pulled her top back down, hearing a few snickers as she did so and blushing. What are you doing!? Just showing your! Your boobs off like that! Blake looked at her with wide eyed indignation. What do you mean? You havent cared until now about whether or not Im naked! Abbie said, standing up, shocked that Blake would be angry with her over this. This is totally different! Every other time youve been naked its because you were forced to do it! By your mom! Or your brother! Or somebody else! So youre only ok if Im naked when somebody else makes me do it!? I thought you hated being naked!? Thats what you told me! WELL MAYBE I DONT HATE IT! MAYBE I LIKE BEING NAKED! AND IF THAT BOTHERS YOU SO MUCH, MAYBE YOU SHOULDNT BE MY BOYFRIEND ANYMORE! Abbies tears broke as she shouted, and she realized everybody in the lunchroom had gone quiet, watching as they argued. She couldnt take being in the spotlight like that, running away, sobbing.

A Thornwood Story - Kleinfelter's Way by Axel_Qwerty Kleinfelter's Way 1 THORNWOOD HIGH SCHOOL, 2012 In the school's lobby, a row of trophy cabinets showed off the accomplishments of past and present students. The largest and most full of trophies was the school band's cabinet, and a row of photographs lined the back of it. Each photo depicted a pretty young woman in her late teens, sometimes on her own, sometimes in front of the band, sometimes posed, sometimes candid. The photography students took the photos, and always tried to distinguish their work from the others, and the majorettes themselves were similarly driven to be distinguished from their predecessors. It created an effect of an eclectic variety that was still a coherent whole, and many visitors to the school, and sometimes students themselves, stopped to admire it. Of course they also chose to admire the girls in the pictures, whose fit bodies over the years were more and more shown off by the decreasing coverage of the uniform. In 1995, the majorette uniform was a skirt, a belly shirt, and go-go boots. By 2002, the shirt became a bikini top, in 2007 the skirt was replaced by a bikini bottom and the boots with light shoes. The bottom shrunk and by 2009, it was a microkini thong that necessitated a full shave, and the triangular fabric of the top covered only the chocolate-brown nipples of the wearer. The top became a pair of independent circlets in 2010. In 2011 the top was replaced with green string around the nipples, the bottom lost any hint at sides or back, footwear of any kind was gone, and only another green string was just visible between the majorette's bare labial lips. As had happened a few times the majorette was the same for both years, a lithe red-headed girl with light freckles, and in 2011 she was depicted leaping high into the air, about to fall into the arms of members of the band. All are smiling and laughing, and a young black man seems to have a particularly broad smile and it is he who will catch her weight a moment after. The cabinet was open, and in her hands the school's fashion teacher, Ms Evangeline Kleinfelter, had the latest photograph, back from the framer. The photograph showed a girl holding a bronze trophy cup (now in the cabinet) in front of her by the cup's handles, and it was impossible to see whether any clothing was worn by the girl at all. Her breasts were pert and bare, nipples proudly erect, her hips either side of the trophy base were bare, her feet were bare, and she was smiling broadly. Slender, lithely muscled and tall, she had the look that would grace magazine covers and indeed this photo and another from the back had been the front and back covers of the last school magazine for the year. Ms Kleinfelter smiled and her finger tenderly touched the photo's face. Tiffany had done so well, overcoming her shyness and insecurities to show off her gymnastic skills and sweep through the intra-state competition to third place among the forty schools competing. The previous majorette's back-to-back first places had set the bar so high that other schools (apparently backed by significant sums of donor money from mysterious bystanders) had stepped up, and Kleinfelter herself had been asked to design the uniforms for several competing schools. She had refused due to conflict of interest, but had been willing to advise and support the schools' own fashion designers, and she had been very pleased to note that Tiffany's were far from the only visible nipples at the competition. Three of the top ten competitors had worn designs that were fully backless from head to bare feet as well, and it was clear from the fluid and agile movements of those girls that the designs were very freeing for them. Ms Kleinfelter had a very unusual (some had said, outright insane) view of fashion and its role in society, and after ten years of working in design and twenty years of teaching, it was very validating to her to see other designers coming around to her opinion. A few of these were graduates of Thornwood, or former employees of her fashion house, but the majority were not. She hung the framed picture in its spot and closed the cabinet. Fashion was an advanced class that only seniors could opt for, and she had very small class sizes, but she put plenty of time into her curriculum and this was why she was here on the weekend, the last weekend before the semester began. Other than Ms Kleinfelter, only a few of the other more dedicated (or more last-minute-oriented) teachers, and some students and teachers involved in sporting activities, were here. In her room on her desk sat a Pinnacle, a rod-and-cup device that was the new official uniform of the girls' swimming team. Although she had not personally designed it, Ms Kleinfelter thought it was excellent. She was appreciative of its elegance, and the clever way in which it solved the problem of anchoring a backless, sideless swim bottom. She noticed also the way that the girls' eyes were drawn to it, standing upright on her desk. Its mere presence in the room seemed to have an effect on the audacity, for want of a better word, of the girls' designs, and their willingness to encourage each other to cut away unnecessary fabric, and substitute alternative materials. None of last year's class were members of the swim team themselves, so had had no real opportunity to wear it, an oversight she intended to remedy this year when her ordered box of the things arrived. Sitting at her desk, Ms Kleinfelter reviewed the semester plan. A very generous donation from the Bystech Foundation allowed for a variety of field trips, for the purchase of material and equipment, for the visits of some artists and designers, and for the presentation of a fashion show. Scheduling these in would be an exercise in juggling the girls' expectations. They should not be overwhelmed and allowed to grow bored, however they should equally not be deprived of excitement. Ms Kleinfelter was faced with the bizarre problem, for a teacher, of having far more money than she technically could use. Some of the money would be put towards the rest of the student body. Finding willing models had always been a challenge in the past, as so many of the girls had body image issues and suffered terribly from unnecessary shame, and spending the money on pampering and paying them would be a good solution. A thousand dollar modelling fee would make a big difference to many of these girls, and the idea that people were prepared to pay such a sum merely to have them dress just a little less modestly than normal would be good for young women to know. Kleinfelter's Way 2 THE FIRST LESSON Outside the classroom, four girls sat waiting for Ms Kleinfelter. Mikke Neilsen clutched her portfolio with excitement. Ever since her first year at Thornwood she had admired the daring and aesthetic grace of the school's fashion teacher's designs, and now in her senior year, Mikke had an opportunity to study directly with Ms Kleinfelter herself! Mikke had a strong interest in jewellery as a medium in preference to cloth, and was having success with an Etsy store of her own. Ms Kleinfelter had approved Mikke without the usual interview, based solely on the obvious talent of her work, and Mikke was alternately panicking and gleeful at the prospect of actually *speaking* to the legendary designer. Her knees shook and her feet tapped the tiled floor. Kathy Luddeck, sitting next to Mikke, looked irritated by the shaking. She had met Ms Kleinfelter, and was not so impressed. Kathy's particular talents were more inclined towards drawing and painting, and her presence in the fashion design class was, in her eyes, more about filling her schedule with art-related activity than about pursuing any interest in fashion as a career. Ms Kleinfelter had other plans for Kathy. Any good fashion house needs a talented body painter, and Kathy's habit of doodling fake tattoos and similar art all over herself, generally in a gothic style, had been brought to Ms Kleinfelter's attention quite accidentally, during a staffroom gossip session. She had overheard a discussion about it, in the context of whether detention was warranted, and asked to see the girl. After that interview, Kathy had a note giving her provisional permission to draw and paint whatever she liked onto herself or any other willing person, and a golden ticket invitation (surprisingly to Kathy, greatly envied) to the fashion design class. Body paint counted as clothing, for school dress code purposes. The school dress code had been a thorn in Ms Kleinfelter's side from day one of her employment. It irritated her immensely that cardigan-wearing men and women would somehow get the idea in their heads that they knew better than the students, and even worse, better than Ms Kleinfelter herself, about what was desirable to wear and what was not. For the last ten years she had lobbied hard to get control of the dress code. For the last five, some of the board had been much more supportive. Finally, after an incident involving poor Brigid the red-headed majorette and a truly awful (and blatantly unnecessary) tent-like “modesty cover”, the school board had agreed to let Ms Kleinfelter rewrite the dress code. She had done so, reducing it to three words, “wear something nice”, and that had gone surprisingly well. Three girls and one boy dressed to the minimum that the dress code allowed had accompanied her, and once their outfits had been pointed out on their bodies to the board members, the board had all agreed that it was simply impossible to justify a negative view. Those who argued that small items of jewelry or spots of glitter did not count as “wearing something”, even though “nice” was not in question, were voted down. The board did however refuse to publicize the dress code or notify the student body of any changes. Students could discover it for themselves by infraction, the conservative element insisted, especially about what was and wasn't “nice”. Ms Kleinfelter's argument that anything not “nice” was obvious, and the equally-obvious remedy – just take the items of clothing away from the offending student and get rid of it – fell on deaf ears. The school would not, at this time, take an opinion on what was “nice”. Ms Kleinfelter and her fashion class would have to lead by example. If she didn't want students coming to school in ratty T-shirts, Tap Out or Crocs gear, sweat pants and flip-flops, stained bras and granny panties, she would have to write a longer dress code. She sighed and let it go, took her four well-dressed students out to celebrate, paid them their modelling fees, and they all agreed with her that she had won. Ms Kleinfelter had spotted two of her models on the way to class and had been disappointed to see that neither had taken advantage of the more lenient dress code today. Both girls wore pretty much what they always did – gym shoes, jeans, and sleeveless tops that showed a mere inch or so of midriff. They returned her waves but blushed and avoided her eyes. Hardly anyone in the whole school showed any skin to speak of. A few of the girls wore what could be called short shorts, although Ms Kleinfelter shook her head at how far from truly short they were. She spotted quite a few bare feet, shoes having been taken out of the dress code three years ago. Very healthy in summer. There was a girl with a quite nice open-fronted vest, revealing the inner curves of two lovely breasts, however it seemed that this was unintentional as she caught Ms Kleinfelter's nod of approval and immediately closed the buttons. Magnets? Hmm, interesting. The only visible nipples belonged to one boy, and even he expected her to remonstrate with him; the first thing he said when she approached him was that he had brought a shirt and it was in his locker. “Leave it there,” she said, patting his shoulder approvingly. Kleinfelter's Way 3 She was made a *lot* happier to see Faith Crowne. The girl was one of the school's most notorious hippies, and Ms Kleinfelter had taken notice of her well-developed style over the years. Faith would wear tie-dyed gowns, open-toed sandals, sometimes Daisy Duke shorts and T-shirts with ganja symbols, she wore natural wood jewelry, she had experimented with tying her blonde hair in cornrows, and so on. She was both inventive, *and* consistent. She was also highly intelligent, and had done her own research on Ms Kleinfelter. Her intentions for this class were clear– get a high distinction and bring up her GPA. She had looked into Ms Kleinfelter's career, her influence on the industry, her daughter's career, her particular activities in the school and especially the development of the majorette costume. As far as Faith could tell, Ms Kleinfelter's approach to fashion was to minimize it. She was an “invisibilist”, like those “sculptors” who presented empty plinths, or “painters” who produced blank canvasses. Show skin, get marks, Faith thought. This should be easy. Faith's outfit for today would have stretched the limit of the previous dress code. She was technically barefoot, her long lean legs fully exposed down to a couple of anklet strings that went to her toes like the straps of a flip-flop – these were ideal for wearing out in public places where shoes were required, as they appeared to be shoes to a casual glance. She wore light green “boy shorts” panties, skin tight and showing a camel toe. The top of these shorts came to exactly halfway across the cleft of her buttocks on the back, and just the tiniest bit above her vulva at the front, showing her pubic mound off to be nicely clean-shaven. For a top, Faith wore a wooden, woven, interlocking bead chestplate, or perhaps set of necklaces, that covered her firm young breasts from the left side of the left nipple to the right side of the right nipple, and no further. Her hair was tied down the back into a loose ponytail, between her shoulder blades. She looked gorgeous, and Ms Kleinfelter was extremely impressed. “What a lovely top, Faith,” she said. “Did you make it yourself?” This was exactly the reaction Faith had hoped for. Demurely, she unclasped it from behind her neck and handed it to Ms Kleinfelter. Her nipples crinkled and she made no move at all to hide her breasts. Faith was relatively comfortable with nudity, it was normal for her to be nude at home and it was a common enough thing at the music festivals she enjoyed, but she had never been an outright exhibitionist. Today's outfit was by far the furthest she'd gone with clothing in a public place, and her mother—herself an adoptee of the hippy style—had expressed some concerns about it when dropping her off this morning. Faith had been pleasantly surprised to not get any trouble from teachers in the morning over it. Krystal Chang, on the other hand, disapproved. She had transferred this semester to Thornwood, and having been as much a fashion major as high school allowed, she had of course signed herself up for Ms Kleinfelter's elective class. This, a nearly-naked hippy girl, an amateur jeweler, and a heavily tattooed (or painted?) goth type, was not what she expected at all. She clutched her portfolio, full of drawings of skirts and gowns and shirts and shoes, and wondered what she was in store for. Slightly pudgy, Krystal herself was not an exemplar of fashion: she wore a T-shirt, jeans, and sandals, all straight off the Target rack, as would be expected for school. Still holding Faith's top, Ms Kleinfelter motioned the girls into the room. “Take a table each, spread out,” she said. The room was set up with six tables big enough to take four chairs although each had only one. At the front was Ms Kleinfelter's desk, with a high pile of magazines, fashion collections, swatch sample books, and other paraphernalia. Krystal noted with surprise that there was some kind of small sculpture that looked for all the world like a dildo. She also had art supplies of various kinds, paintbrushes, pens, pencils, and the front resource desk had many more and a big pile of poster-sized loose paper for drawing. The walls were covered with drawings and photographs. Many could be considered erotic art, as they generally showed beautiful women wearing very little; for example, the models showing off a shoe collection, wore *only* the shoes. The girls claimed tables and unpacked from their bags and backpacks. The topless hippy sat front and centre, the goth off to one side, the jewelry girl to the other, and Krystal had her choice of the three back tables. She picked the middle one. “Good choice Krystal,” Ms Kleinfelter smiled. “Aesthetic balance. I looked through your portfolio when you applied, and I must say that I admire your attention to detail and your talents. Although let me say one thing.” She waited for the girls' full attention. “Fashion is not a sometimes thing. We always, even when we are completely nude, can be said to be 'in fashion'. Even if we have had the result thrust upon us, a dreadful thing such as a traditional school uniform,” (she frowned) “or a prison uniform, what we wear becomes our own. More than this, it becomes *us*. And we become our fashions. May I illustrate this point, please?” It became apparent that the question was not rhetorical. The girls one-by-one nodded. “I would like each of you to undress completely and exchange outfits. No Faith, as you are now. With Krystal please. Mikke, Kathy, same.” Krystal and Faith looked at each other with concern. The plump Chinese girl had much bigger hips than the slender hippy, and there was no way that Faith's panties would fit her. Ms Kleinfelter motioned to them. “Consider this a class assignment. Make it work. Use your ingenuity.” Mikke and Kathy had the fortune of being more-or-less the same size. Mikke wore a cyan top and a yellow skirt over cyan boots, with a jeweled belt. Kathy's outfit of jacket, band T-shirt, jeans and Doc Marten boots was all-black, with silver buckles in apparently unnecessary places. Mikke came over to Kathy's desk, and the two began to undress. Undressing for Faith was a very simple exercise. She stepped out of her panties and held them out to Krystal, behind her, with a nervous smile. Gingerly Krystal took them. Faith, quite nude from Krystal's point of view, sat back on her own table. “Do we have to do this?” Krystal asked. Mikke gasped. Kathy blinked. Faith crinkled her pretty nose. “A very good question, Krystal.” Ms Kleinfelter made a note. “Thank you for being the first to ask that. I will do a great many unusual things in this class. You will find some of them, hopefully many of them, to be confronting. Yes, even you, Faith. Especially you. You have an admirable attitude to nudity, however you have apparently decoupled it from sexuality. Being nude is sexy, Faith, and you are a very sexy young woman. Embrace that fact.” Faith bit her lower lip and blushed. She wasn't expecting that, especially in the first class. Was Kleinfelter hitting on her? “To get back to Krystal's question, no, you do not have to do this. You have to do nothing. Your lives are constructed primarily out of other people's demands and pressures on you and very little is your choice at the present. Realize that all of these are optional, and you do have choices. What there are, are consequences. So I will explain the consequences of not following the exercise. Kleinfelter's Way 4 “I have been a teacher for more than twenty years. Can anyone name famous names among my students?” Mikke's hand shot up, and she named three well-known designers. Krystal had heard of them; they were all very successful, although she had thought their designs a bit scandalous. Perhaps this was why. “I would not presume to take credit for their success, these women are extremely talented. However, all continue to send me pictures and postcards and credit me with influencing them. See.” She pointed to the walls, and the girls realized that different sections were allocated to different purposes. The shoe poster was one of the ones pointed to. The poster was signed, by the designer and apparently also by the models. Two of those were household names as well. “Nor would I presume to take credit for your future success. You can leave now if you wish, Krystal, and you may well become a successful fashion designer and look back on today as one crazy day that you walked out of this crazy teacher's class. You are welcome to do that. I hope you do succeed without me. But I hope more, to teach you things that will make you more of a success. “Rest assured that everything I do here, I do for a reason. I am not asking you to strip nude, completely nude,” she emphasised that, “and exchange clothing with a smaller girl in order to embarrass you. I will never, ever, do anything with the intention of embarrassing you. Embarrassing you is not something that I care about in any way. If you find something I ask you to do embarrassing, my intention is that you examine that feeling, and ask yourself why you find it embarrassing, and whether that matters. Again, it is not my request that is the problem. It is your embarrassment that is the problem. Is there anything wrong with being nude? Faith, you are the nearest here to being nude. Come out the front.” Faith did, hesitating a little. “Faith, would you like to stay dressed as you are for a week?” She blushed and reflexively flinched. “..., no! Oh, sorry, oops, I didn't mean to swear ...” “Again, your language doesn't embarrass or concern me. I don't mind at all. Why not? Why is this an issue for you, the student here who probably has the healthiest attitude to baring skin? It's a lovely time of year for it, and it would save a lot of time in the morning.” “It'd be weird. Embarrassing. I mean, I strip off at home when I get through the door, but that's home, you know? School is different. We're here to learn, and be professional. Learn to be adults. Adults don't really run around naked much.” “What would happen if they did? Someone else. Kathy.” The goth girl seemed a bit stunned. “Uh, they'd be arrested?” “In many places, that is correct. This State is not one of them, thankfully. Kathy, I asked you to undress completely, and you have stopped. Was that a deliberate choice?” “No, no, I was just listening.” “Then carry on. Please take off all of your clothing, and join Faith here with me at the front of the room.” “I, um,” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I'll do it!” Mikke, sensing points to gain, rapidly stripped off her bra and panties, and stepped around the desks to the front. “Thank you Mikke,” said Ms Kleinfelter. “However, these two must make their own decisions. Do you want to learn from me? Kathy? Krystal? Why are you finding this embarrassing? Think about your feelings.” Kathy thought it over. She was feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. Was this sexual abuse? What was going on here? If she got dressed and left, would Kleinfelter be punished? Would Kathy? *Why was she bothered by this?* “I, uh … I think I was taught that I shouldn't run around naked.” “And why would it be necessary to teach you that? Why would it even cross anyone's mind to teach you that? Would you need to be taught that if you had no inclination to do it?” Ms Kleinfelter said. “Krystal?” Krystal also was near tears. “Y-yeah, me too. Also, I'm fat. Especially next to her.” She pointed to Faith, and looked downcast. Faith glanced down at her feet, unsure what to think. “You are a young woman aged eighteen. You are slightly over an athletic weight, yes. But you are healthy, aren't you?” “Yes, I suppose so.” “You can do everything you want to do, you can run, you can climb, you can jump?” “Yes, I can.” “Then you are better off than many people who cannot, including people who actually are fat. Do you know what you need to do to be slimmer?” “Eat better and exercise more?” “Of course. Everyone knows that. The question is why we don't do what we know we should do. If you were to eat like Faith here, and exercise like her, do you think you would be slimmer, like her?” “Probably.” “Do you want to be? There is nothing at all wrong with you, Krystal. You are not fat. You are slightly plump. This is no great risk to your health, but apparently it is a risk to your happiness and you dress concealingly and you are reluctant to show your body. It is society that says you should be slim, just as society says you should never ever be naked. What if you made your own choices and did what made you happy?” Krystal was stunned. What was this woman on about? Making choices? *I've always done what people tell me,* she thought. Suddenly that seemed like an option. “So, do you think I can teach you anything?” Ms Kleinfelter asked, smiling. *Maybe*. “Okay,” Krystal agreed. The other girls applauded. “Now, back to work. I have four girls here and *none of them*,” she looked directly at Mikke and Faith, “are completely nude.” Mikke and Faith looked puzzled. Faith got it first, and pointed to Mikke's earrings and necklace, then took off her own 'shoes' and a ring she was wearing. Kathy and Krystal took their cue and stripped. They moved to pick up their partners' clothing. “Wait a moment, please,” said Ms Kleinfelter. “You are now as close to completely nude as you can get. I want you to understand something. Firstly, you are still in fashion. Whether that fashion suits you or not, and how you have decorated yourselves,” she pointed to Kathy's temporary tattoos, and Faith's shaved pubis, “you are still in *a* fashion. Once tattoos exist, their lack is a choice, and therefore a fashion. *Complete* nudity, the absence of fashion, is actually impossible. “Secondly, fashion defines us. While you put on your partner's clothing, think about how and why *she* put it on. Don't ask her, just think it over. Think about your own identity and how it differs from your partner's. Think about *her* fashion.” Krystal took the little green panties. They were about four sizes too small. She looked helplessly at Faith, but Faith was preoccupied putting on Krystal's own, much baggier, outfit. Ms Kleinfelter was watching her. “They'll bust,” she said. “Good,” smiled Ms Kleinfelter. “I hope so! There is a lesson in that too.” Kleinfelter's Way 5 *What, that panties have sizes?* Krystal chose one leg hole and put her foot through. Sure enough, it got stuck a bit above her knee. She pulled them down again and stepped her other foot in. The panties made it to her mid-thighs, and she pulled but they wouldn't move further. “Faith, help her.” Ms Kleinfelter gestured to Faith, who was struggling fruitlessly with Krystal's belt. Holding the waistband, Faith moved around behind Krystal, then dropped her grip, causing Krystal's jeans and panties to fall around Faith's feet, and seized hold of either side of the green panties. Krystal took hold of the front and back. The two girls pulled! With a ripping sound, the panties separated in half and each half made it around one of Krystal's upper thighs, either side of her triangle of pubic hair. “Good work!” Ms Kleinfelter clapped and laughed. “Now the top.” She handed Faith's wooden necklace top to Krystal. Krystal put it on, and on her much larger breasts it dangled more-or-less between them, Krystal's nipples framing it on either side. Krystal jammed Faith's ring onto her finger, and then tied Faith's fake-shoes onto her own feet. The other two were faring better. Kathy's dyed-black hair contrasted oddly with the pastels of Mikke's outfit and her colored jewelry, and Mikke looked lost in Kathy's gothic black, but neither girl would have looked out of place in a normal class. Ms Kleinfelter pulled out some mobile mirrors from the corner of the room and encouraged the girls to admire themselves. “Anyone really like what they see?” Ms Kleinfelter asked. Unsurprisingly, the consensus was not. “You are learning to be fashion designers. If a designer is the only person who enjoys wearing their designs, are they a good fashion designer?” Understanding crossed the girls' faces. “Should you be able to design clothes for people other than yourselves?” They agreed. “Your assignment tonight is to design a basic outline of an outfit that your class partner for this exercise would be very happy to wear. Be audacious. Remember that her reaction, and the reactions that people have to her wearing it, will decide a portion of your mark for this assignment. We will work on those outfits for the rest of the week. Tomorrow, dress as you usually would. There will be no swapping tomorrow,” she smiled. “For now, you can change back. Faith, bin those silly panties and stay back for a bit.” Faith was shocked. Did … did she expect her to run around bottomless? That would be so … *embarrassing*. Oh. Right. She smiled at Ms Kleinfelter, who smiled back. The other girls, dressed now and still processing their experience, filed out. Faith stood in front of the teacher, wearing her fake-shoes and her top. Her bare, bald pubic region was slightly pink. “You are very beautiful, Faith,” Ms Kleinfelter said. “If you were a little taller you would be picked easily as a professional runway model. You may even be picked anyway. Would you like that?” “I've never considered it,” she said. “But I think it might be fun.” “It can be. It is very hard work, believe it or not. Getting quickly into and out of outfits. Adapting to makeup. Posing correctly. Maintaining your composure. Would you wear that outfit you have on now, in front of ten thousand people?” Faith started. “I'm nearly naked,” she said. “No. You are fashionably dressed. Even if you didn't have this pretty little top,” she lifted it briefly away from Faith's breasts, “you would still be fashionably dressed. Always remember that. Now, what do you want to do with the rest of your school day, now that you have no panties on? You would have one more class, then lunch and then two classes, correct?” “Yes. Um.” She thought. *This is a test. Of course it's a test.* “What are my options?” “Good question. What do you think are your options?” “I … I could call my mother to come get me.” “Yes, although that would be disappointing to see. Do you want to do that? Go home bare-assed and embarrassed by that, probably 'in trouble'?” She made airquotes. “Um. No. I don't want to be embarrassed. Uh. I could get hold of a pair of pants from somewhere.” “Or a longer shirt, or a thong, or a skirt, or a burqa if you like. Or put a little square of tape over your bare vulva,” Ms Kleinfelter held up a roll of gaffer tape, “and decide that you're 'dressed', whatever that means to you. You could borrow this, if you like.” She picked up the dildo-thing from the desk. Faith stared at it. Ms Kleinfelter lifted it up to show the bottom, a curved, V-shaped decal with a cartoon tiger, the school mascot. “It is designed to cover the vulva and anus with this decal. See? Ingenious. The rest of it holds it in. Apparently it counts as a swimsuit, and improves swim times.” “What … ah ...” Faith was at a loss for words. The idea of the dildo-thing was fuzzing her brain. She had a dildo at home of course, but she only used it in her bedroom when she was sure that her folks were asleep or out. To *wear* a dildo, like *clothing*? That was a mind-blower. “What if it falls out?” “Oh, it doesn't. See?” She fiddled with the base of it, and it puffed up. Faith squeaked softly as she imagined this thing growing inside of her. “You can make it as big as you want to. But those aren't all of your options. Go on.” “I … could stay like this?” “Of course you could. What would that be like? Be honest now. Your little bare pussy is pink already at the thought.” she smiled. Faith blushed hard. “Oh, .... Oh my god. I … I don't know about this. Everyone will see!” “Is there anything ugly about it? Come to the mirror.” She led Faith over. “Now sit up on the table with your legs wide apart.” Faith did. “I guarantee you, every boy and girl in every class has seen those body parts in photographs hundreds of times. Why should a real girl have to hide hers? Here, look at this.” She rummaged around in a desk drawer and found a photograph to show Faith, a close-up of a girl's genital area with a green string running from the tip of her clitoris to her anus. “This is a wisp. You'll have seen it, it was the band majorette's uniform for the year before last. If it is approved by the interschool committee for competition, the gymnasts will have the option to wear it as their uniform next year, instead of those great big silly thongs with their ugly strings. Put it on.” She handed Faith a similar small string, this one bright blue. “I don't know how to … um … what do I do?” Faith held the little string between her hands, puzzled by it. Kleinfelter's Way 6 “First we make the anchor, which will be popped in here,” Ms Kleinfelter tapped Faith's anus, which puckered. She giggled, and tapped it again. “Cute. Relax a bit,” she said. “Then we make a knot, which goes around and over your clitoris”--she gently stroked the top of Faith's clitoris, and the girl squeaked faintly--“and then you put it on! Here is one.” She handed Faith a second wisp, fully knotted. It looked very complicated to make. “Yes, it does take a little bit of practice. Like tying a necktie. That's the major problem with making it a uniform, to be honest.” Faith fiddled around with it. Her increasingly wet pussy did not seem to want to cooperate. Ms Kleinfelter tried to get the clit end of the wisp in the right place, however it kept slipping off. “You know, Miss Crowne, I just don't think this is going to work.” The fashion teacher fetched a handful of tissues and efficiently set about wiping Faith's genital area. The girl moaned. “Your sexual response is entirely natural and normal, but the way the wisp works, you need to keep it within parameters. If we were committed to the wisp, I'd have you masturbate and then wait for a while, but we have other options. Since you're so nicely greased up, let's get the Pinnacle.” Was I being molested? Faith wondered. This morning when she got dressed in her cheeky panties and barely-there top, she had *not* expected to be bottomless, wet, and apparently about to be taking on a dildo, in class. She felt dizzy, almost nauseous, yet intensely turned on at the same time. She couldn't help herself, rubbing her hands around her vulva and fingering her clit. Ms Kleinfelter smiled. “Masturbation is a beautiful thing. We really ought to start off the first class of the day with it, it would keep the students so much more calm and relaxed. Here, let me.” She gently slipped the curved, egg-like end of the Pinnacle into Faith's vagina, pushing it all the way in. As promised, it cupped Faith's vulva, smoothly covering the folds of skin. Faith moaned at the fullness of the sensation. “It has an amazing array of features,” Ms Kleinfelter said. “Internal temperature control, for warmth in winter and cooling in summer. You can expand it,” she reached in between the cup of it and Faith's clit, finding a little button, and pressed. Faith cried out aloud! It was *so full*! Oh, god, it felt so *good*! How did the swim team girls run around with these *things* in them? “You can make it throb, or buzz,” she demonstrated again, with more hidden buttons around the sides. Faith stood upright, jerking herself off the table. She moaned and squeaked. Frantically she rubbed at her nipples under the wooden necklace as she came. It just would not stop! She shivered and moaned and collapsed to the floor, drawing her knees up, flexing her toes, patting frantically at the front of the decal. She arched her back and spread her legs wide. Ms Kleinfelter laughed as she watched Faith jerk about. If she had her way, the girls would have these in all the time so that their teachers could set them buzzing whenever they wanted. But the temptation would be too great. Nothing would ever get done. Also, they covered a lot of skin that Ms Kleinfelter would prefer the girls to leave tastefully bare. A model with a smaller decal, nestled nicely *between* the labia instead of covering anything, would be much better. Perhaps next year, for the swim class first. Reluctantly she pressed a button on the remote control and Faith relaxed. “This device is the controller for it,” she said. She reached out to help Faith off the floor. On unsteady legs, the teenager took the remote. “Try not to overuse it, especially in class. It comes with a charging and cleaning cradle as well. You can adjust everything the Pinnacle does either from the base, or with the remote. It will even work with music from a smartphone, if you download the app.” “Th … thank you,” Faith stammered. Ms Kleinfelter held out the tissue box, and Faith took some to clean herself up. She fiddled with the controls, and adjusted down the size of the dildo to be more comfortable. Finally she looked at herself in the mirror. The Thornwood tiger mascot was about the size of a normal thong bottom. Possibly even bigger than the gymnastics uniform. Apart from a complete lack of side or back coverage, it looked like a swimsuit bottom. “It … um … it reminds me of the Rio Carnaval bottoms,” she commented. “Ah yes, the cache-sexe. Most of them stay on with wires or glue, far less comfortable. You're late for your next class. Here, I'll write you a note.” She already had a note printed out, and just wrote Faith's name at the top, and signed it at the bottom. “Have a good day, and I will see you tomorrow. Keep the Pinnacle. Try it out as daily wear.” She grinned cheekily. “See how you can challenge yourself.” Faith skimmed the note, taking some of it in. *Full permission. Legal action? What? Oh, if anyone interferes with me. Decency? Oh, only the school dress and conduct codes apply? Huh.* She adjusted her top and fixed her hair, then set off to her next class, still feeling a bit dazed from multiple orgasms. Ms Kleinfelter smiled to herself as she watched Faith, looking fully nude from behind, leave the room. First class, she thought, had gone very well. One done, three to go. Kleinfelter's Way 7 NEXT CLASS - KRYSTAL Krystal had excused herself to the toilet twice now this class to masturbate. The sensation of the panties splitting along her thighs as the pretty little hippie pulled them up just would not leave her head. Ms Kleinfelter probably would make the girl run around bottomless for the rest of the day, too. How embarrassing! Krystal blushed, imagining herself bottomless on her chair right now. Her own jeans left at home, her own soaked panties busted and thrown away. Her own pussy rubbing the hard chair. “Krystal, are you paying attention?” The sharp voice of Mr Jensen the maths teacher brought her back to earth. Just at that second the bell rang, saving her, and Mr Jensen shook a finger at her as he dismissed the class to lunch. --- NEXT CLASS - FAITH Faith's day was going very well. She had experimented with the Pinnacle and found a setting that kept her nicely blissed-out with her clit erect without actually tipping her over into orgasm. She still felt that everyone was looking at her, however she felt that they were smiling at her, admiring her, glad to have her around. It was like being lightly buzzed on ecstasy. She loved the feeling of her bare buttocks against the chair. When Miss Alton the history teacher called for a volunteer to clean the whiteboard, Faith fairly leapt up and took the cloth and spray bottle from her hands before Miss Alton could say anything. The class and teacher had a brief, unplanned break as all watched Faith, completely nude from behind, vigorously spray and wipe away the writing and diagrams. On finishing the task, Faith turned around and presented the cleaning equipment to Miss Alton with a smile. “Uh, thank you,” the history teacher said. “Um. Is that, uh,” she pointed with the cloth at Faith's crotch. “Oh, yes!” Faith beamed. “It's a Pinnacle!” “Um. Oh yes, of course. I hadn't uh, realized they were so … uh, so brief. Are you, um, are you sure you're allowed to wear it outside of the pool area?” “I'd better be, I don't have anything else!” Faith giggled. The class snickered. “Well, uh, sit down then. Don't hop up again, okay?” Faith complied. “Alright, where was I? Oh, the opium trade. Who can tell me ...” and class continued. “*Nice pants, Faith,*” Aileen Munez whispered from the desk behind Faith. Aileen was on the swim team, and seeing this girl prance around in a normal class wearing a Pinnacle, and worse yet, *with a top on*, really ground Aileen's gears. Coach Ron and Coach Ellie were always telling the swimmers to take pride in their appearance, to wear the Pinnacles like the uniform of victorious soldiers, to march into any practice and any competition *knowing* that, because we were Thornwood and we wore our Pinnacles and *nothing else*, we would win. Even when other schools had adopted the style, we were the *first*. A huge photograph of Rachel Byrnes, the first of the first, standing proud on the winner's dais, decorated the rear wall of the indoor pool area, and *she didn't wear a top*. How *dare* this girl? Where did she even get it? Had she stolen it? The coaches had access to a monitor, they knew where each Pinnacle was at all times and what it was doing, how could this happen? “Thank you,” Faith whispered back, smiling, and returned to writing her notes. The *nerve* of her! Aileen slipped her own hand under her stretch-pants, feeling along her hairless labia. Like all swim team members, Aileen dressed as scantily as the weather allowed. Pool water was cold, bare skin won races, and team spirit was vital. Today, Aileen, a tall Latina, wore black satin stretch-pants so thin and so tight that they might as well have been painted on, a yellow belly-shirt top that only *just* covered her firm breasts, and yellow flip-flops which spent most of the day beside her feet. Aileen's Pinnacle was in her locker in the sports complex, ready for practice this afternoon. Some swimmers wore theirs under their regular clothes, but this was a privilege for A-grade swimmers only, and Aileen had not yet advanced out of B-grade. Faith's body--so visible!--was clearly sculpted by yoga, not by swimming. Look at those skinny shoulders. Aileen sneered. She wouldn't even make the team! Faith paused her writing and absent-mindedly adjusted her Pinnacle, slightly raising the buzz. The boy sitting beside her glanced over, his gaze briefly lingered on her bare side and back, and then returned to his own notes. Behind her, Aileen seethed as the tiny sound reached her ears, her pencil bending in her grip. The swim team had their ways of punishing slackers, and using the buzz functions when one should be paying attention was slacking. Quietly, Aileen snuck her phone out from her purse, and began texting. History class finished, and it was time for lunch. Aileen muttered “You better watch out,” to Faith, who looked baffled, and then rushed off, leaving her flip-flops behind. Faith called out to her but she was already gone. *I wonder what that was about,* Faith thought, bending gracefully (a welcome sight to those around her, her wooden necklaces falling forward) to pick up the flip-flops. Kleinfelter's Way 8 LUNCH Krystal walked into the lunchroom. She had stopped off to masturbate in the toilets again, so had missed the food line rush, and she was able to get her food relatively quickly. Thornwood served only very healthy food, something else that had annoyed Krystal (a chips and Coke kind of girl) over the previous few days, but today, inspired to eat better, she was grateful. She asked the lunch-ladies for yoghurt and fruit salad, and as she turned away with her tray in hand … Oh, my god. Faith was *naked*. The pretty little hippie was sitting at a table, her back to Krystal, surrounded by friends, happily chatting, *stark naked* from blonde hair to bare toes. Krystal was stunned. People were glancing over at Faith, but no-one (except for a small table of girls, who seemed to be glaring at Faith and whispering to each other for some reason) seemed to be paying much attention. Perhaps feeling Krystal's hot gaze, Faith turned around. She grinned, waved, and stood up. “Krystal!” she called, beckoning Krystal over. So she wasn't *completely* naked. She was wearing the wooden necklace thing again, and between her legs, barely visible, where pubic hair would be if she had any, was a red and white decal with a stylized tiger. The school sports mascot. “Make room, you guys!” Faith said, fluttering her hands to indicate a seat beside her. “This is Krystal, she's doing Fashion with me!” “Are you going to dress like Faith tomorrow?” a slim red-headed girl asked, smiling. Krystal blushed red, and everyone laughed. Krystal remembered that this was a new school, and nobody knew she was a friendless nerd. She *wasn't* a friendless nerd. She was friends with one of the prettiest, nicest, *bravest* girls in the whole school, a girl who had seen her naked, and didn't laugh at her, and was still her friend. “Maybe. Are you?” Krystal asked. The group laughed again, and this time the redhead blushed. “Maybe you should change right now,” Krystal said, grinning at her. “Right on,” a black boy chuckled, “No reason for Faith's to be the only bare ass at this table! Go for it, Lynn!” “I don't have a Pinnacle, Martin, they only give them to swimmers.” Lynn replied. “Who cares? No-one will know 'til they're right next to you anyway,” Martin said. “What are you going to give me?” Lynn asked, playfully toying with the top button of her blouse. “How nude are you gonna get?” he asked, licking his lips at her. “I'll keep my shorts on,” she replied. “It's not as if being topless is against the rules. Look over there,” she said, pointing to a table of girls in the process of taking off their clothes. That was the same table Krystal had noticed before. They were still talking among themselves, darting glares at Faith. “Wait. Who are those girls?” Krystal asked. “Swim team,” Lynn replied. “That's a swim uniform that Faith has on.” “No it's ...ing not.” an angry voice said. Heads swivelled around, bodies followed. The girls had come over, and there stood four very fit and angry-looking young women. Two were completely nude, two wore Pinnacles. The Pinnacles were buzzing, like insects, shaking visibly. Their wearers stood still, apparently ignoring the intense stimulation inside their vaginas. “THAT is a swim uniform,” Aileen said, tapping the smooth plastic Pinnacle of one of the two girls. “THAT is a swim uniform,” she pointed to the other. “Hatha and Umbriel are A-grade swimmers. They are allowed to wear the Pinnacle any time they want. Charlene and I are B-grade. We're required to leave our Pinnacles in our lockers, except during competition, training, and school spirit days.” Hatha, a blonde with a buzz-cut, moaned softly and crossed one leg over the other as she stood. The crowd around were silent, fascinated. Shit was *going down*. It wasn't clear *why*, or what exactly was going to happen, but something was, and they all wanted to see it. “Did you use it?” Aileen demanded, stepping up over Faith, looking her in the eyes, forcing Faith to crane her head back. “Y-y-yes,” Faith stammered. “Oh, I got your flip-flops,” she said, timidly offering them. Aileen slapped them out of Faith's hand. “Umbriel and Hatha use theirs,” Aileen said. The two were panting softly, shifting from foot to foot, their nipples standing erect. “Beth and I want to use ours,” the other naked girl nodded, “but we're *not allowed*. We're not A-grade swimmers.” She bent down over Faith. “Are you an A-grade swimmer, Faith Crowne?” “Uh, no, no I'm not, I actually can't swim,” Faith was clearly frightened. She was no fighter. Probably neither was Aileen, really, but the Latina girl was *really* angry, and that made up for a lot. “Leave her alone!” yelled Krystal, jumping up. She pushed Aileen away as she did, and the nude girl fell. Not only was Krystal at least thirty pounds heavier than Aileen, she was a green belt in judo. She hadn't trained for some time, she'd gotten lazy and that was going to stop, but even so, she wasn't letting these girls menace Faith! The rest of Faith's group broke out of their reverie and one by one, they stood up. Aileen got up off the floor. “That is an official Thornwood Tigers team swim uniform and we want it back,” she said as she rose. “You can give it back peacefully now, or we will take it off you when your little friends aren't around to save you. I don't care who you stole it from. You steal from one of us, and you steal from us all!” “Ms Kleinfelter gave it to her!” Krystal yelled, stepping up to Aileen. “I broke her panties in fashion class and she had nothing to wear, so Ms Kleinfelter must have given it to her after I left! It's the one from her desk! Isn't that right, Faith?” Faith nodded. “Yeah, yeah, she did. I didn't know it meant so much to you, Aileen. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you. I just … I don't have anything else to wear.” She shrugged helplessly. Hatha broke the silence with a loud sharp shriek, falling to her knees. She frantically dug beneath her Pinnacle to turn the buzzing down, writhing in orgasm, kneading her breasts with her other hand. Umbriel kept a bit more of her dignity, staying on her feet--perhaps she practiced with the high settings more--but also turned her device off. Beth leaned over to Aileen. “I'm gonna go get dressed again. See you after school for practice.” She patted Aileen on the shoulder and walked back to the swimmers' table, head held high. The crowd parted for her. Umbriel helped Hatha up and the two A-grade swimmers followed, unsteadily leaning on each other. “Not my fault you broke your panties. How the ... does that happen. You should give it back,” Aileen muttered, eyes red. She looked chastened, and more like a naked, embarrassed girl than a proud nude warrior princess. “We have two classes to go,” Faith said. “I can't run around bottomless for two whole classes.” Krystal coughed. “Actually,” she said, “Ms Kleinfelter said you could. You just don't want to.” “I can help,” a new voice said. Mikke Neilsen. She was holding up a jeweled belt, from which strands of jewels descended, each about six inches long and an inch apart. “I know it's Krystal's job to design your new outfit, but you can borrow this. I was wearing it over my skirt.” Faith thanked her and took the belt. Buckling it around her waist, the strands came down just enough to look sort-of like a micro-mini-skirt. The Tiger was as visible as ever beneath and between the strands. This skirt would cover nothing. But it would do. She nodded to Aileen and parted her legs. Slowly, Aileen knelt down and reached up. Light brown fingers slid smoothly between plastic and skin, brushing Faith's slightly-swollen clit, and Aileen found the deflating button. The Pinnacle slipped out, a collective gasp coming from the crowd, and Aileen stood up, the glistening device in her hand. “Thank you,” Aileen said. She held it high. “Anyone who wants to wear this,” she yelled, “come join the girls swim team!” As the lunchroom roared with applause, she put on her flip-flops and walked back to her table, where only her own clothes remained … with Mr Jensen's hand on them. The maths teacher stood beside the table with the other three swimmers, now dressed and all looking subdued. Detentions were certain. --- EPILOGUE Evangeline Kleinfelter packed up her notes for the day, ready to head home. After lunch she had taught a junior arts and crafts class over in the junior school, and had come back to her homeroom to collect her belongings. She heard a knock at the door. Carl Jensen entered, a Pinnacle in his hand. “Yours, I believe?” he asked, holding it out to her. She took it, and sniffed it. Dry, but still unwashed. “Yes, I lent it to Faith Crowne. What happened?” “I took it off the swimmers at lunch. Apparently they don't like non-swimmers wearing these.” “Oh? Oh. Oh, of course. My mistake. That makes perfect sense. I shall apologise to Faith tomorrow. I should probably apologise to the swimmers too.” “You can do that tomorrow as well. Four girls. I gave them all three detentions each for fighting, and since it's your fault, I think you should manage their detentions. They really don't mind being naked, those girls. I figure you can work out something fun to do with them.” Ms Kleinfelter smiled. “Oh, yes, definitely. My class and I have need of models, and the bolder the better.”

The Fifty-Percent Off Sale by Chessman A New Marketing Strategy Lara could not believe that she was about to do what she was about to do. She stood in the window of Dee Monde Ladies Salon, where she had worked since early October, waiting for the curtains blocking the window to rise and offer the street beyond a full view into the shop interior. It was the last week of the holiday rush and Dee Monde sales had not done as well as forecast. The small lingerie and accessories shop was not faring well against the big chain stores in the recently opened mall on the outskirts of town. Lara, nineteen and sophomore at the community college, had taken the job at Dee Monde as part of a work studies course designed for students in the fashion and design program to attain real world experience within the retail world. Delores Masters, the owner of the small boutique, made it a point to take one or two promising students as interns and employees and mentor them in the many facets of marketing and retail. Dee Monde had a staff of eighteen, all female and all over fifty, save for Lara and another student. Jolene was a high school senior and was employed as a stock girl Friday evening, all day Saturday and Sunday afternoon. Lara had no on campus courses this semester, it was her work/study semester, and she worked from store opening to store closing Tuesday to Thursday and half a day on Friday. The shop was closed on Monday. Most businesses hope to be in the black, turning a profit, by the Friday following Thanksgiving or the Monday thereafter at the latest. Dee Monde had not yet turned that corner. Delores was desperate to keep her shop afloat, the quality of her goods and the service of her sales women were exemplary; yet the cheaper clothing in the stores in the mall were costing this customized business many of its loyal customer base. Delores decided to conduct a new marketing strategy. In addition to her outreach to her regular female clientele she would send letters to the husbands and boyfriends of the women offering a special series of sales, at night, after normal business hours so that the men could pick out those special gifts for their favorite woman or women. Three separate evenings prior to the holiday were selected for these special sales. The first event was “See How It Looks Before you Buy Night”. That Friday evening Lara, Jolene, and a well-kept sales girl named Mary Margaret paraded about the shop in a series of teddies, nighties, baby doll outfits and negligee sets. The men seemed to genuinely appreciate seeing the garments on a live model and sales jolted beyond Delores’ expectations. She assured her entire staff that if the next two nights went as well as this one she would have enough money to keep the shop open through the next year. The next event had not only the three models circulating the floor in ever changing outfits, as on the first night, but Delores and all of the other ladies from cashiers to fitting room attendants similarly attired in opaque negligee sets. The outfits Jolene and Lara wore, however, were translucent to transparent, exposing nipples and pubic hair to the gaze of the shoppers as they made their rounds displaying the items. The eighteen year old Jolene, with her athletically lean body, did not attract as many looks and a good deal of touchy-feely caresses as the curvaceous Lara. Lara was surprised that many of the lingering touches came from women shoppers. By the end of the evening she was very, very, wet and in dire need of relief. So wet that her last outfit, a thong bottom and baby doll top, showed stains from when a woman in her forties had sat Lara on her lap under the guise of feeling the fabric of the baby doll. While doing so the woman had slipped a finger under the thong and massaged Lara almost to completion. A whispered, “My number is on Delores’ rolodex if you want to finish this, sweetie,” and the woman eased Lara off of her lap. Dazed and confused, Lara continued to circulate the store floor until Delores told the customers she was closing the shop for the night. The income from the first two events had not proved quite enough to push Dee Monde into the black and fatten the bank accounts enough to keep the shop open. Delores came up with the last night of events to draw in more customers and garner more money from them. On this Friday evening, Delores was holding a fifty per cent off sale. Oh, no, not cutting the prices on the merchandise, no that would not fatten the accounts at all. The letter Delores circulated to her clientele was, “For every hour of the sale there will be a goal. If at the end of the hour the goal is reached. My ‘fit models’ shall remove fifty percent of the current outfit they are wearing.” That night Lara stood in the window of the store and slowly raised the curtain. The line of customers waiting for the afterhours sale to begin was almost a block long. Lara was wearing the outfit Delores selected for her. Black sheer thigh high stockings, a black lace garter belt, black bikini briefs, black calf length lace night gown and a black satin robe. Jolene wore a similar outfit in red, Mary Margaret was in a royal blue ensemble. The shop opened at seven in the evening. By the eight o’clock count, the first goal had not been reached. Groans from the customers were followed quickly by cash registers ringing merrily. The nine o’clock count showed that the first goal was met and the shop was well on the way to earning the second goal. Jolene giggled and removed her robe and shoes. The nightgown beneath it and the matching panties were all that was left to her. Lara removed her shoes, stockings and garter belt, leaving her in the robe nightgown and panties. Mary Margaret was wearing the royal blue robe and its matching nightgown. She removed the robe. If the goal for the next hour was met, and based on the till count it should be, the three models could be both very excited and quite embarrassed at ten o’clock. The sale was due to end at eleven o’clock. The ten o’clock alarm sounded all too soon, for Lara. The count was just at the mark Delores set, no more and no less. Mary Margaret, blushing and giggling, pulled off the nightgown and stood in the shop, naked and fully exposed. Save for stretch marks on her stomach and a minor sag to her breasts, she could pass for a woman half her age. Lara was a touch jealous. Jolene giggled, and called over, “Almost there with you, Mom,” as she pulled the nightgown over her head and stood in only her red thong panties. “Well, I have a problem,” Lara smiled at one of the men whose hands had been roaming her body all evening. “I am wearing three things and it is supposed to only be fifty percent off. I can only give one third or two thirds not fifty percent. And we haven’t seen sales enough for two thirds and I don’t want to disappoint with only one third.” She turned her attention to the same woman who had fingered her to near orgasm during the last sale night with the last statement. That woman turned to Delores and asked how much more the store needed to make the goal in question. A figure of fifteen hundred dollars was quoted by the owner of the shop. “Here is two thousand,” the woman peeled off twenty one hundred dollar bills from the cash roll in her purse. I’ll take one of every outfit they are wearing in every color the outfits come in.” “Lara, you have been called out, which two of your three garments will you relinquish?” Delores asked her employee. Lara responded by dropping the robe and squirming out of her bikini bottoms leaving her in the lace nightgown. The female customer asked that Lara come and sit on her lap so she might examine the lace of the nightie to determine if it was soft enough to wear to bed. Lara was soon groaning as the woman stroked her legs and massaged her nipples through the lace until her eraser-like tips poked through the holes of the lace in the bodice. The woman shifted her attention to Lara’s pubic mound, once again massaging the poor girl just to the point of orgasm without allowing her to spill over into that blissful state. On the other side of the shop Mary Margaret was being fondled by an older couple paying such good attention to her breasts and crotch that the smell of her arousal was drifting through the shop. Nearer to the dressing rooms, a man in his late thirties was trying to buy the red thong from Jolene. “Come on, you will have to take it off at eleven anyway, just drop the panty now and I’ll give you fifty bucks for it.” Delores overheard this comment and walked over to the man, “The panties cost two hundred dollars, if you want them that badly.” Jolene turned red as the man peeled off four fifties and gave them to Delores then turned to her and held out his hand. Thumbs in the waistband Jolene slowly slipped the red panties off of her legs exposing her shaved-clean-as-a-baby pubic area. Now as naked as her mother, Jolene found herself with multiple hands of multiple people caressing and prodding her intimate and most private of places, now on full public display. “Well, that leaves only you, young lady,” Lara’s female tormentor chuckled. “Delores, what will it cost to get this one naked?” “I think five thousand should do it Suzie, particularly if you plan on having your way with her, which judging by the hand you have busily working in her crotch I believe you do.” Delores responded. “For that price, little girl, you go home with me, and remain exactly as you leave this shop until I have gotten my money’s worth.” Suzie growled into Lara’s ear.” Then loud enough for Delores to hear, “Sold!” Opening her purse Suzie extracted fifty more one hundred dollar bills. Once Delores had counted the money, Suzie told Lara, “Hand it over.” Less than an hour later a very naked, very horny Lara found herself in the back of Suzie’s limo on the way to an estate outside of town. It would be a weekend she would long remember. Lara’s Weekend Suzy Monet, born into wealth, married into wealthier, was accustomed to having her way. People just did not say “No” to Suzy, at least not those who wanted to do business in town or work in either the public or private sector. It was no surprise to Chaz, her driver, when Suzie exited the boutique accompanied by a very naked young woman. “Chaz, there are packages inside that need to go in the boot, before we leave. Leave the car running and turn up the heat. We will wait in the back.” Suzie gave her instructions to her driver and he held the door to the back seat open to allow the women entry. Closing the door, he went to the driver side and flipped a switch and immediately warmth flooded the vehicle. It took Chaz fifteen or twenty minutes to retrieve all of the boxes and bags from Suzy’s purchase and place them within the car trunk without crushing any of them. Suzy was on the car phone the entire time. Martin, her butler, was told to have the special guest room turned down and ready for a weekend guest. Then, Lourdes, the nanny, was told to advise the children they would have company for the weekend. Maria, the cook/housekeeper, was the next call. Arrangements for a light late night meal were in place for the two returning women. Finally, Jay, the groundskeeper was informed to make sure the grounds of the walled estate were ready for a guest. Lara, hearing all the names, and the fact there were children in the house, feared that her nudity would be exploited by many others than the woman who told her for the weekend she was to be referred to as Mistress Suzy. Once Chaz packed the goodies away, the trip to the estate took twenty minutes. Suzy caressed and stroked Lara’s body the entire ride. Lara’s nipples were stiff as eraser tips and her crotch was wet with the dew yielded by her vagina as the nubbin of her clitoris was rubbed to engorgement by Mistress Suzy. The gates of the estate swung wide to admit the limo. The long driveway ended in a full circle centered upon the flight of steps leading to the massive front doors. “Wait for Chaz to get out, child,” Mistress Suzy commanded. “I need to be sure that Jay has done his work fully.” Chaz turned the engine off, and exited the car. A very large white dog, about one hundred fifteen pounds of very large white dog, raced to the car and literally stood on hind legs, placed front paws on the roof and looked down into the moon roof whimpering happily and wagging a tail that would be lethal to small animals and children within its range. Reaching out with a gloved hand, Chaz scratched the space between the ears of the dog’s head, and then lightly massaged the left ear in a calm voice he ordered the dog down and told it to sit. He walked around the vehicle and opened the door opposite the dog for the two women inside to exit the limo. Lara did so with a bit of trepidation about the beast was massive and she said so, “Mistress Suzy that is a massive dog.” The shock in her voice caused Suzy to smile. “Child, that is a mastiff, more correctly it is an Argentine mastiff, even more correctly it is a Dogo Argentino. The breed came to be in the nineteen twenties when the cattlemen and shepherds on the Pampas needed a dog that would hunt in packs and protect the farm animals from predators such as the jaguar. More importantly, it is a dog that will not hunt domestic animals and which is fiercely loyal to its human masters; loyal to the point of laying down its life if the master is threatened. All humans in the family become part of the dog’s pack and are equally protected by it. My late husband, Renaldo Monet, was a breeder of the Dogo in his home country. When we returned to the States from Argentina he brought a bitch carrying puppies and a young male to start a blood line here. Mango, the big love sitting there, is one of that bitch's litter. We also have Gingko, her brother, and Cordoba the alpha male. The boys are not accepting of strangers in this estate. Mango will sniff you, lick you and scent you into the family pack. After that the boys will know you belong and you will have no trouble with them. Well, perhaps a bit of trouble, the three of them are sponges for attention and you will find they will demand it of you. “Now, child, when you exit the limo slowly walk to the grass and then kneel down. Mango will greet you and when she nuzzles you, pet her. You will find her fur exceedingly soft to the touch and when you talk softly in her ear she will learn your voice. Your voice and scent with be in her memory forever. “ Mistress Suzy nodded to Chaz and he opened the door. Mango politely sat though her tail begun wagging and rippled of excited anticipation could be seen in her fur and twitching ears. Lara did as instructed. Slowly walking from the car to the lawn Lara knelt in the damp grass with her hands on her knees. “Mango, greet,” Suzy commanded. The dog sprang from her seated position and cleared the twenty feet from her resting place to Lara in a second. Nose sniffing literally everywhere tongue washing over Lara’s body like a giant pink sponge the dog found the split of the girl’s buttocks and began to wipe away at her anus. The force of the dog’s effort pushed Lara forward exposing her sex to the probing tongue. Not being able to control herself after the stimulation of the evening from Suzy during the ride and before that in the shop Lara orgasmed and in the throes of her pleasure Mango licked the swollen nub of Lara’s clitoris. Not able to contain herself, Lara yelled out. The dog walked around to face the girl with a look that was apologetic and confused. Mango had not meant to hurt the girl, just get to know her. Lara weakly reached up with her hands and scratched the dog’s nose and the space between Mango’s eyes. “You are a good dog, Mango. You are a very good dog,” Lara’s hands rubbed the flanks of the dog. Mistress Suzy had been correct, the dog was soft as silk and oh so very warm. Lara kissed Mango on the nose and asked, “May I please get up now?” Mango used her neck muscles under Lara’s armpit to boost the girl to her feet. Lara stood shaking until Mistress Suzy demanded, “Get inside, child. There will be lots of time to play with the dogs tomorrow.” Lourdes greeted Lara just inside the front doors of the mansion. Nude, save for a dog collar of heavy linked metal, Lourdes was a brown haired, brown eyes, olive complected twenty something of Latin heritage. “Greetings to you, Mistress asked me to have the children in their quarters when you arrived, I am Lourdes and I am the children’s nanny.” Her smile almost was as broad as her hips and her C cup breasts had no sag to them. Lara could not tell if the carpet and drapes matched. The carpet was gone, and Lourdes was baby smooth all over her body. “Hi, I’m Lara, may I ask how old the children are and if they are used to nudity in their home,” Lara said in response, already somewhat embarrassed. She had just been licked to completion by a dog, in public, with witnesses and now here is another naked woman wearing nothing but a dog collar. “Trust me; they will not care one way or the other. Some are only pups and the rest are juveniles being trained for sale to Mistress Suzy’s long list of clientele.” Lourdes replied with a smile. “Oh, I thought Mistress Suzy said there were only three dogs in the house,” Lara replied, puzzled. “Three house dogs, that’s true; however, we breed Dogo here on the estate. Gingko and Cordoba are both studs. When a Dogo bitch is in heat she is brought here to be bred and is kept until she whelps her pups. My job is to watch over the bitches and their litters. I clean the kennels and care for the puppies. Sometimes the mom dog won’t nurse the pups and then it is my job to feed them and give them human contact so they socialize properly.” “Come with me now, and I’ll introduce you to Maria,” Lourdes told Lara as she led the way to the kitchen of the mansion, located in the rear of the house. “Maria, I’m here with our guest,” Lourdes called ahead as the swinging door of the kitchen pushed in to allow the two girls entry. A woman in her forties, resembling Lourdes in stature and hair color, but a bit fleshier at the hip and waist than Lourdes and similarly nude, collared, and depilated, stood at a counter with a chopping knife in her hand cutting vegetables for a stew pot simmering on the stove behind her. Wiping her hands on a linen towel she extended her hand in greeting. “I am Maria; Master Roberto imported me when he and Mistress Suzy came to the United States from Argentina. You may have assumed that Lourdes is my daughter. Well, that would be wrong; she is actually my youngest sister. We grew up in a family of Dogo breeders and when Mistress Suzy needed a kennel keeper to replace my late husband, she sent to my father for one of his children, one who is good with the ‘babies’. Lourdes was that person." * * * Lara awoke as dawn crept in through the curtain less window of the room she was in. The breeze from the open door and her need to use the toilet added to her fitful waking. She giggled as she tried to move the large, soft warm bodies of the two dogs from her right arm and left leg without disturbing them. Cordoba swished his tail in his sleep while Gingko twitched his ears and began to run in a dream that must include something to chase. Lourdes met her just inside the kitchen, where coffee and fresh baked rolls were set out on a counter top. “They are warmer than any blanket, aren’t they,” the Argentine girl said softly. “Wow, once I got them to put their paws away from me I felt like a baby sleeping in a well bumpered crib. Lourdes, they are so gentle and yet so powerful,” Lara sighed, “But now I need the bathroom.” Lourdes pointed to a door off to the left of the kitchen. Lara found it to be a half bath with a commode and a sink. A hand held shower over the tiled floor with a center drain suggested that the room might be used for washing the dogs. Lara asked Maria that question when she returned with Mistress Suzy’s breakfast tray. “For that yes, the grounds get quite muddy and the dogs do love to roll in mud,” Maria smiled, “But also for us. When we have our periods we can squat and wash ourselves clean. No need for pads or tampons.” Lara shuddered at that thought, but realistically, that option for a woman who is always nude seemed a logical one. Is this one of the things she had to look for in her future if she accepted employment with Mistress Suzy, Lara wondered, and what other weird kinks might the mistress of the manor have in dealing with the help? Martin entered the kitchen and smiled, “Ah, good, girl you are awake. Mistress Suzy should like the pleasure of your company, in the parlor.” As they walked to the parlor, Martin reminded Lara that a nude female is not permitted to sit on the furniture. "A kneeler, such as is found in churches, is provided. When entering the room do not speak to Mistress. Curtsy with a broken leg, that is, bend it at the knee, and then kneel with your back strait and shoulders back." Lara had only curtsied once in her life and found it awkward to do. She assumed her position on the kneeler and waited silently for Mistress Suzy to say something as the rule of ‘speak only when spoken to’ was in effect. “I trust you slept well,” Suzy smiled, “The dogs seem fond of you already. I wish for you to spend the day with Martin and Jay. Familiarize yourself with the main house first, with Martin. Then Jay shall instruct you as to the grounds and outbuildings. Is your family expecting you any time this weekend?” “No, Mistress Suzy, my parents and younger brother are visiting an aunt, my father’s sister, I could not go as I have exams next week and work this weekend, well, last night and this afternoon. I was to study for my exams the balance of the time.” “I see, well I know I can get you an excused absence from your employer,” Suzy grinned at that, “Now, as to your school work, and in what subjects are your examinations?” “I have three, Mistress Suzy, Marketing, English, and Business Math.” “Do you find these subjects to be difficult?” Suzy asked with a tone that was probative yet soft. “Yes and no, Mistress Suzy, yes in that I never quite know what the Marketing professor is looking for when he asks his questions, also yes, as I love to write; but the English instructor is a style and vocabulary stickler. His style is English for a business professional. I want to write in the style of a creative novelist. Business Math is just about bookkeeping and ledger balancing. I can do that while sleeping.” Lara hoped she was neither flippant nor evasive in her answers. “So, you have Rand Wesson as your Marketing professor,” Suzy stated this as fact, “I am guessing but Gwenn Schwartz is your Business Math instructor and let’s see if I know, your English instructor, Leslie Kane, perhaps?” “Yes, Mistress,” the ‘wow, how did you know that’ on Lara’s face actually made Suzy laugh out loud. “The town and gown interaction in this village is very thorough, Lara. Renaldo and I have donated vast sums to the college. Renaldo was a seated Regent, and I currently sit on the Advisory Board.” Suzy explained. In her mentor voice Suzy told Lara that Rand Wesson retired as an executive vice president of an advertising agency on Madison Avenue. “With him, Marketing is all about branding. His approach is the creating of a memorable brand, placing that brand in the public eye and making the public want that brand above all others of the same product kind in the market.” “The essay topic he gave us is, ‘If all coffee is good coffee, why do they drink what they do in Seattle’?” Lara said, “I am not getting it at all.” Suzy laughed and then offered two suggestions. Lara nodded though she was not sure if she could carry the suggestions through to completion. Martin came into the sitting room a few minutes later and Lara began her tour of the main house. Martin and Maria had offices in the basement across from the tool room and HVAC and water systems. Lara was relatively familiar with the ground floor. Martin gave passionate remarks as to the types of granite, marble, and stone used in the entry, the type of pile in the carpeted areas and the furnishings. Lara, fearing she would be quizzed later, tried to absorb all of the information as quickly as Martin rattled it off. The second and third floors, sitting rooms, a music room and bedrooms with en suite bathrooms, varied only by size. The mistress' suite had a king size bed and appropriate furniture. A sitting room adjoining was converted to a walk in closet and Lara noted mostly nightwear and lingerie occupied the space. A few business suits, a formal gown and two cocktail dresses with appropriate shoes were present. The obvious thing to Lara was that Mistress Suzy dressed to impress only when necessary. This morning’s attire of field jacket, boot cut jeans, and ankle boots, Martin confirmed, was more the normal daily dress code. “Until the weather warms a bit more; as Mistress does value her full body tan, and is more often than not nude, unless business calls her elsewhere.” Martin concluded. The attic presented a small suite with a sloping roof line and dormer windows. A double bed, a night stand, and a bathroom en suite looked as if they had not been in use for a very long time. An older computer, printer and telephone were on a desk in the alcove under one of the dormer windows. “Should you prove worthy, and chose to join the household, this room will be assigned for your use,” Martin said almost dismissively. Martin brought Lara down the rear stairs to the kitchen and turned her over to Jay, who continued to explain about the grounds and outbuildings. “The small building near the west wall is the pump house and the small building that matches it near the east wall is the groundskeeper’s tool building. In order to maintain the property, that room has carpentry, plumbing, electrical and landscaping tools.” “You manage to keep everything up alone?” Lara asked in a shocked voice. Jay told her, “No, believe it or not both Maria and Lourdes are quite accomplished at some of those tasks, both can do simple carpentry and things like painting and tile repair. Lourdes is a journeyman electrician as well as a dog trainer and Maria has never met a drain she cannot unclog with snake or pipe wrench. Everyone here is expected to multi task. Martin is quite handy with cement and concrete work and helps me with the walks and driveways when needed. “Come on now, let’s go see the kennels and I’ll leave you with Lourdes for a while.” The kennels were a T shaped building with three wings. Lourdes had a bedroom and bath in the center and a door lead to each wing from her central room. Cameras and monitors showed activity in each wing. Presently two were occupied by bitch dams and puppies. One bitch kept pushing a pup away from its teats while four others fed hungrily. Lara looked at Lourdes and asked, “Why won’t she let that one eat?” “She is the runt of the litter, Lara; Dogo bitches often reject their runts.” Lourdes responded. “Won’t you try to save it?” Lara asked. “No one will buy it, so Mistress tells us to let nature take its course.” Lourdes replied. “Would Mistress let me have it if I could save it?” Lara pled. The grin on Lourdes face was a blend of an insider with special knowledge and a teenager up to mischief, “Why don’t you call her and ask?” The intercom line to the main house buzzed, Suzy picked up the phone and Lara made her case for the puppy. Silence and the line went dead. Not more than two minutes later, Mistress Suzy appeared at the kennel. “Which pup from which bitch are we concerned about?” she asked Lourdes. Lourdes opened the door to the kennel wing and the three women entered. As they had seen on the monitor, one pup lay shivering to the side while the mother dog nurtured the others in the litter. “Pick the orphan up, Lara,” Mistress Suzy instructed. The girl entered the kennel. The bitch dog curled around the other pups and growled but made no move toward Lara as she removed the rejected pup. Mewling, the pup began to suckle Lara’s arm and immediately the bond between the pup and Lara was formed. “Please, Mistress Suzy, may I try to keep her alive and find her a home?” Lara begged. “ I shall allow Lourdes to teach you how to raise orphan pups by using this one as your learning tool, Lara, but, this means that at least until the date when the pup can be weaned to solid food, you will commit to living here and obeying all the rules.” Lara nodded her acceptance of that condition, then Mistress Suzy replied with a smile, “To welcome you to the household, at four p.m. precisely you shall present yourself to the staff and there and then masturbate to orgasm. Thereafter, you shall repeat this daily and when any member of the staff desires to touch you and stimulate you, you shall comply with his or her wishes. No one shall have penetrating sex with you, but all may stimulate you short of that. Welcome to the household.” “Do you have a name for your baby,” Lourdes asked Lara once Suzy left and the shock of what she must do to save the pup wore off of Lara. “I would like to call her Merci, both for the mercy that saved her and the thanks for being able to nurture her.” Lara said. The pup became Lara’s Merci, by Belle Blanc and Gingko on its registration papers. Lourdes taught Lara how to bottle-feed the pup, how to stimulate it to move its bowels and bladder and how to use a pump on the other bitch dog to gain mother’s milk to supplement the veterinarian formula. Four o’clock in the afternoon, in the futon room off of the kitchen found the staff assembled and Lara on her back on the mattress. The thoughts in her mind brought her to the point where she could close out the audience and perform. First, the humiliation and excitement of being stripped naked in the lingerie store. Then being bought for the weekend by Mistress Suzy. Slowly she twisted and tweaked her nipples with her eyes loosely closed as she remembered. Then the thoughts of the limo ride to the mansion, naked and with Suzy caressing her back, shoulders and thighs allowed Lara to begin circling lightly on her inner thighs and abdomen. The thought of Mango bringing her to orgasm on the front lawn caused Lara to flick at and rub her clitoris and then the memories of Cordoba and Gingko and their think soft pink tongues made her rub even harder until her body glistened with perspiration and her hips bucked against the palm of her hand. “Well done, Lara, we all shall look forward to tomorrow’s performance,” Mistress Suzy smiled and departed. Maria and Lourdes helped her up and she glanced at Martin and Jay both of whom had obvious bulges in their trousers. Sunday found the ice broken and five pair of hands and five sets of lips kneading, caressing and fondling Lara’s body through the day. By the time four in the afternoon arrived she was more than ready to bring herself off with her fingers and somewhat eager for a willing mouth or perhaps a penis to help her to more than one orgasm. Mistress Suzy would not permit that. With Lara’s parents and brother away until the next Friday, Lara stayed the night at Mistress Suzy’s estate. Exam Week Monday morning found a desperate naked girl trying to figure out how she could go to her marketing exam without any clothing. “With the Program now in place in the grade and high schools I shouldn’t wonder but some spill over with on campus nudity will strike our college campus soon,” Mistress Suzy told Lara. “But for now, come upstairs to my bedroom." Sheer ivory thigh-high hose, a matching garter belt, baby blue satin tap pants and a matching baby doll style chemise top and matching baby blue mule style slippers lay on the chair by Suzy’s bed. “If you give your presentation dressed in these I guarantee you will not only pass the examination but the course as well,” Suzy told Lara, then whispered and reinforced some other remarks. By ten in the morning on Monday, Martin dropped Lara off in front of the Business education building at the college for her examination. Heads turned as she entered the test room. The usual dressed down in over size sweat shirt and Bermuda shorts Lara was stunning in the outfit loaned her by Suzy. Professor Rand Wesson looked her up and down as if she were the last cupcake on the tray at a children’s birthday party. “Lara, would you care to explain what it is and why you are wearing it?” “Professor, before I do, could I have a moment with my classmates?” Lara requested. Wesson looked at her and at his watch as if to say, it is your exam time, and nodded his assent. Lara whispered to five of her classmates, three males and two females, asking for their assistance. They all nodded in agreement. “Sir, by their agreeing to help me, these five have also agreed to take whatever grade you assign me. My exam, with your permission shall be in the form of a advertising firms pitch to a client.” Lara said. Wesson chuckled and waited to see how Lara would present her strategy. “We were posited with ‘if all coffee is good coffee, why do they drink what they do in Seattle,” Lara said. “Jonathan is a robust jock who has lettered in football and baseball, he represents strong dark roast coffee,” Lara smiled. “Jeffry is older and a little less fit,” Lara started. “Ah, hell I admit I am overweight and in my thirties, Lara, go on,” Jeffry said and the class broke into laughter. “Okay, Jeffry represents your average store brand, like Chase and Sandborne, Maxwell House or Folger’s,” Lara stated. Moving to an ordinary looking guy about her own age, “Thom represents the coffee and donut chain coffee like Tim Horton’s or Dunkin Donuts,” she told her professor. Next in line was one of the girls, a clean cut brunet without make up, “Sandy is Starbucks, everywhere and ordinary and dependable.” “Trudy, is a bit more upscale but expensively inaccessible,” Lara remarked concerning the second girl, an Asian-American cheerleader. “Then there is me,” She flipped her hair and wiggled her hips, “Do I look tasty? Would you like to find out what subtle undertones lay under my surface?” She propped one leg up on a chair seat and stroked the silky nylon from ankle to thigh, “With me available, why do you think they drink what they do in Seattle, Professor Wesson?” She licked her lips and then pursed them to blow the professor a kiss. “Very nicely done, Lara, but this seems like a one-time marketing campaign, what would you do to keep Seattle buying your coffee?” Rand Wesson asked her. “Maybe something like this, Professor,” she replied and peeled off the baby doll top leaving her naked from the waist up, “with the scroll below the screen saying, our flavor is natural and undisguised.” “Ahem, I would certainly be interested in campaigns three and four, but I get your point and you have gotten the point of the class. You six are dismissed with my thanks. Let’s hope the rest of you do as well. Open you blue books and begin.” Rand Wesson was shaking his head and trying not to laugh out loud. Lara left the building so quickly that she was half way to the parking lot before she realized the baby doll top was still draped over a chair in the testing room. She and her participants were given 3.5 out of 4 for the presentation. As none of them had better than a 2.25 in the class before the presentation and as that exam counted one half of the final grade all six were ecstatic. “Miss Lara, Mistress Suzy will not be amused when she discovers you have left part of her wardrobe behind,” Martin smiled as he opened the limo door for the bare breasted student. The drive to the estate was a silent one. Lara reviewing her performance and glad her professor accepted it, for her own and the sake of the other five in the class who helped the presentation to fruition. Martin concentrated on the drive and the view of Lara sitting with hardened nipples in the rear seat of the vehicle as seen from the panoramic rear view mirror. Mango greeted the arrival of the limo by stretching herself over the hood and staring inside looking for the passenger. Lara exited and was greeted with a warm snuffling nose investigating the scent of her genitals followed quickly by a lapping tongue moisturizing her limited wardrobe. “Mango, be a good girl and go find Jay for me,” Lara commanded. Mango ignored her and followed her up the steps to the kitchen entry of the main house. The kitchen was empty. A note on the large refrigerator indicated that Maria had gone shopping. Lara wondered where the woman could shop dressed in naught but a silver choke collar, but that thought was replaced by the next sentence in the note. It said Lara’s lunch was in the refrigerator on the second shelf. Opening the French door of the refrigerator, Lara removed a salad bowl, the only item on the second shelf, finding it full of mixed greens, cubed cheeses, broiled chicken and several shrimp. Finding the olive oil and balsamic vinegar and a fork, Lara began to tuck away her meal. The intercom buzzing caught her mid mouthful and she chewed, swallowed and then hit the button, “Kitchen, Lara speaking.” “Lara, when you have a moment I would like to see you in my office,” Mistress Suzy ordered. “I can put my lunch back and be there in two minutes, Mistress,” Lara responded. “No, child, finish your meal, it is not that urgent,” Mistress Suzy told her in a flat but not angry voice. “Yes, Mistress,” Lara responded. She ate and wondered if Martin had reported her missing top to the mistress, or what other reason might have drawn attention to her. Then she looked down. “OMG, she saw I forgot to strip off before entering the house on the security cameras.” Lara quickly rectified her non-nude state and neatly folded the clothing and placed the hose, garter belt and tap pants atop the shoes to carry back to Suzy. Washing her salad bowl and placing it in the drying rack she made her way to Suzy’s study. Knocking and being granted permission to enter, Lara found the kneeler and placed the clothing neatly beside it. Suzy smiled. The young woman was bright and the house policy of nudity was now being obeyed. “In the future, when running errands or attending classes that require clothing, you will remove your clothing in the limo on the way back to the estate. You will not return here wearing anything I have not authorized. I fear I did not explain that when you left. So you will not be punished, this time. Just remember, even if I am the one who selects wardrobe and sends you out from the house dressed, your return is always nude.” “Yes, Mistress Suzy, I will remember this from now on.” Lara replied with her eyes lowered. Then she remembered, Mango. Mango had been trying to tell her she needed to be naked before she entered the main house and Lara had misread the signal. She made a mental note to try to interpret the dog’s signals better in the future. “Now, I have had a telephone chat with Rand Wesson. The little presentation you gave for your examination, made him smile. He said that it was a very unrefined advertising pitch; however, you hit the main message of the examination topic perfectly. If you had more time to rehearse your cast, he believed you would have all scored higher than the 3.5 he has assigned to you. Good work, Lara.” Suzy smiled, “He says you may see him in his office Thursday morning and retrieve your baby doll top.” Lara shuddered and thought, 'I hope he does not want to see campaigns three and four.' “Lara, I would like you to read this email. It is a draft copy of the new standards and practices to be placed in next year’s student handbook.” Suzy told her young charge. Lara glanced at the email. Proposed: In compliance with the rules of The Program and to the ordinances as written for the city of San Francisco on which this standard is based, no student shall be forbidden from participating in any school activity while nude. If a student is nude such nudity must not be for the titillation of the student or those persons about the student. “The Regents are easing in the policy during the remainder of this semester, Lara,” Suzy told her in a stronger voice, “Your performance in your marketing examination caught the eye of several senior faculty members. On several campuses around the country, there is a student selected to be something called “The Life Style Model”. Some have both a male and female chosen to bear that title. For a semester or on some campuses for an academic year, the model attends all functions nude. Classes, sporting events, and any college or university sanctioned function on or off of campus requires complete and absolute nudity. “More obligations will be added as time goes on. Posing for art classes, public appearances at local high schools for freshman recruiting and acting as the official hostess for college events are some of the suggestion in the works. For right now, the Regents and Faculty desire one bold young woman to finish the spring semester nude. You, Lara, are the selectee.” Suzy finished by saying, “As your parents are away, this week of exams will be a trial run for you. When they return, the college faculty, your advisor and your parents will sit down and decide if you shall continue in the role. I believe that the incentives may prove the tipping point during this discussion. We shall cross that line when we have to do so. For now, would you agree to complete your exams, and exam week, nude on campus?” A strange tingle developed between Lara’s legs. Would it be exciting or embarrassing to display her body completely? If her exhibition was not supposed to arouse herself or others, what would she do if arousal occurred and was obvious to those around her? “Yes, Mistress I am both afraid and excited at the prospect of this adventure. May I ask what is to happen should my actions do arouse me or others around me?” “As the policy exists at other schools, the Model is asked at the beginning of the class if she is aroused sexually. If she answers yes, she is allowed five minutes to masturbate herself to orgasm. This is done in front of the class or the activity or event and the time limit is strictly enforced. Some schools punish the Model if orgasm is not achieved in the allotted time. That would suggest saying you have no need unless the need was desperate. “Of course a male Model with an obvious erection would not be asked if he needed relief. He would be expected to stand and deliver within the five minute time limit.” Suzy finished. “What will be expected of me this week, Mistress?” Lara asked, hoping the invitation for verbal exchange was still in force. “The Regents would like for you to be on campus during normal class hours eight A.M. to four P.M. and when not in your examinations to roam the campus as you would on a normal class day. Go to the student union lounge or take a swim in the pool or visit the library; whatever activities you do normally, including eating at the cafeteria.” Lara thought back to Friday at the lingerie shop and how much her life had changed in less than seventy-two hours. She answered, “Yes, Mistress I believe I can do that.” To the End of the Week “You know, you don’t have to do this, Constance,” Lara told her friend as they left the cafeteria for their exams. Constance shared the first exam, English Composition, and linked her left arm into the crook of Lara’s right elbow. “Naked I am now, naked I shall stay,” and as proof she tossed the T-shirt and cheer shorts into a trash barrel as they crossed the quadrangle to the Liberal Arts building. They passed groups of students hurrying on their way to exams or to the library for last minute study and preparation. Those that looked at the girls perplexed, or hostile, or vexed were informed by Constance of the Program being introduced to the college. Lara, remained embarrassed at the attention, never being as bold as Constance, and though embarrassed felt the excitement of arousal in the pit of her belly. “OMG, I may have to ask for relief,” she thought and the thought heightened her anxiety and enhanced the stirrings in her loins to the point where a point was obvious. Her clitoris was engorged and protruding slightly from between her lips. Leslie Kane, B.A., M.A., EdD (candidate) stood with a stack of blue books near the entry to the testing room. Ms. Kane was six years older than most of the students in her classes. Her high school had graduated her at the end of her junior year and her university experience had been a series of intensive summer and winter sessions with a higher than usual course load in each of her regular semesters. She had both of her degrees earned by the time the balance of her class achieved the Bachelor level degree. Standing about five feet seven inches, brown hair rolled in a bun atop her head and wearing beige boxy sweaters over drab to-the-knee brown skirts with what grandmothers call sensible shoes on her feet, Ms. Kane appeared ten to fifteen years older than her age. The stoppers to any attractiveness were the thick tortoise shell rimmed glasses she wore and the two pencils, one a red one for correction of papers, jammed at angles in her bun. She watched the two young women enter the classroom and the corner of her mouth rose in a half smile. Constance was busy chatting away with a few other girls, but Lara caught the look on the professor’s face and a shudder went from her neck directly to her crotch. The students continued to mill about the room searching for just the right seat to use to take the exam. All knew that it was an unknown topic picked by the professor and announced at the time of the test, which disallowed any pro or con preparation on the topic. “Seats everyone,” Ms. Kane yelled over the chitchat background noise, “Everyone except Lara and Constance, who shall stand at the front of the room.” When the class had settled into their seats, she continued, “As you can see the college has gotten with the times and instituted the Program on campus. Which of you is the Life Style Model?” she asked of the girls. Lara stepped forward. “Do you request relief,” Ms. Kane looked directly at the sheen between Lara’s legs and saw the nub protruding and then asked, “Would you like your companion to give you relief?” Lara’s legs went numb and she edged herself to the desk in front of the testing room. Placing her hands flat on the table behind her back and spreading her legs wide, she gulped, “OMG, Ms. Kane, YES!” “Constance, you may proceed, but do so in a way that the entire class may see what you are doing.” All eyes were on the two girls as Constance aroused her friend’s nipples with light circles of the pads of her fingers, tracked warm kisses down the valley between Lara’s breasts to her navel washing that clean with her tongue and finally ordering Lara to spread her labia while Constance used her thumb to stimulate Lara’s clitoris until the Life Style Model came in the most explosive orgasm in her life and probably in the lives of her witnesses. When Lara finished shuddering she was glistening with perspiration. “Class, the topic of your mid-term examination composition is, “How I Reacted to What I Just Witnessed” Lara and Constance, you are excused. Your grades shall be posted with the rest of the class.” Out the door of the building and again crossing the quadrangle, this time to go to the student union building for a good pee and a cup of coffee, Lara remarked to her friend, “That was 'who needs a man?' good and it was in public. What kind of a demon has possessed me?” Constance responded, “I only hope I get the chance to have the same done for me, I am so very horny right now I could jump the bones of the first willing person who comes along,” She cast a sly look at Lara. “You know, in high school I had Relief given to me during half time of the Homecoming basketball game, by the captain of the team! Seven thousand seats lining the gym floor and the place was packed. My parents, my younger sister and all of my neighbors and friends watched me get off. Oh, by the way the captain of the basketball team was my cousin, Johnnie.” Constance blushed a bit at that, “Still the best orgasm of my life to date, so I kind of know what you are feeling now.” Rand Wesson stopped the pair of girls mid-walk, “Lara please join me and bring your friend.” “Yes. Professor, is there a problem?” Lara hoped he had not regarded her exam to a lower mark, but such was not the issue. “The Regent Board, along with the Advisory Board and Senior Faculty and Department heads are holding the annual Spring Brunch this Thursday at eleven A.M. We are hoping that you, Lara, and as many of your classmates who were Program initiates and are willing to do so, would host and serve the brunch in the Program manner.” Professor Wesson waited for an answer. “Well, I’m told I cannot refuse such a request, Professor, but I cannot speak for Constance, here, and it is exam week I do not know where I might find other volunteers.” “I shall be happy to assist my friend, Professor,” Constance jumped in to the mix and added, “If Lara comes with me now, I have an exam in Human Physiology at the Physical education center. I think we may convince a few of my classmates there to assist us, sir.” “Fine, if you can make it so, please do so, and Lara I am sorry for the short notice,” Wesson concluded the chat and all parties went on with their crossing of the yard. “We shall pee in the P.E.,” Constance giggled to her friend as she all but dragged Lara across campus by the strap of Lara’s hobo bag. They did, both girls sighing relief as their bladders emptied. Constance opened the door to a small exercise room twenty meters by ten meters with wall to wall padded mats lining the floor. The room was used for wrestling practice, tumbling and floor gymnastic practice and Human Physiology, the study of the movement of the body and its component parts. A class of twenty and their instructor were inside the room already when the two nude girls entered. “Constance, so nice of you to join us, oh and you brought a friend. A bit unusual for an examination to bring a visitor, isn’t it?” John Kemp, the instructor, was a male model in a wrestler singlet. The rest of the class of fifteen women and five men were in sports bras and cheer shorts or simply for the men gym shorts. No one reacted to the two girls being nude. During the semester, on several occasions, to emphasize muscle and tendon activity student and instructor had been naked for class activities. “Yes, Mr. Kemp, but I can explain. Lara is the current Life Style Model selected to introduce the Program to our campus. I have experience with the Program and volunteered to assist her this week.” That drew giggles from the girls who knew Constance hated clothes and more often than not would wander the halls of their co-ed dorm naked and would only wear the minimum required to attend to college business outside of the dorm. Constance knew, from their late night dorm chats, that six girls in this class were Program participants in high school and three of the boys as well. “We just completed our English Composition exam across the quad, and I had to give Lara, here, relief. I was hoping someone might volunteer to do the same for me.” Constance came right out with it. Two girls, Stephanie and Carla, volunteered. As did two boys, Ron and Harry, who were semi-erect and hoping relief equated to intercourse. Constance picked Carla, a beauty of mixed African and Asian blood lines with European features and a curvy five feet six inches with “B’ cup breasts. Instructor Kemp reminded Carla that this activity required nudity and Carla shed bra and shorts to reveal a smooth hairless pink seam between her coffee colored legs. Constance lasted three minutes. Carla demanded reciprocity. Carla lasted less than two minutes before shuddering to climax. By that point the rest of the class had paired off and were coupling in exotic combinations, Stephanie and Ron in a very tight sixty-nine. “Excuse me, you all can get on with your examination of each other in a minute or two, but I need to ask a favor and for volunteers,” Lara called in her loudest voice. The group looked up even the girl who was trying to swallow the instructor’s erect penis down her widely stretched mouth. "The Board of Regents is holding the Faculty, Regent, Advisory Board Brunch on Thursday at eleven A.M. Constance and I have been asked to serve as hostesses and servers at the event and also asked to recruit other former Program students to be servers. You will be required to mix and mingle with the senior faculty, the Regents and the Advisors, while nude. Would any of you be interested in helping us?” Ron, Harry, Stephanie, Carla, and two other girls, Rachel and Amy, who had her mouth full of Instructor Kemp, raised their hands immediately. Lara wrote down the names and dorm rooms of each of the volunteers and told them to be at the Regent Cottage where the brunch would be held at ten that morning so the group could go over details. Leaving Constance with her classmates, Lara walked to the student union and sat and nursed a large cup of coffee, finding that one word or short phrase responses to glares or comments fended off most. “PROGRAM!” That solved eighty percent of the questions and most askers quietly left some shuddering and hoping they would never have to participate. A few asked for more detail, having gone through the Program in high school. Lara explained, to the best of her ability the concept of the Life Style Model who by example encourages others to become more free and accepting of public nudity. “I was in the Program junior year of high school,” a freckled red haired girl giggled, “I hated it for the first week because of my freckles and thin wispy pubic hair. But, after the first week when all the boys and some of the girls wanted to play connect the dots with my freckles I got so aroused I hated it when my two weeks ended. Senior year the school asked for volunteers to be nude mentors to the middle schools in town. I raised my hand and shed my clothes so fast even I did not believe it. I was nude right through graduation. Walked the aisle and got my diploma bare ass naked!” “Feel free to strip off and join us, there are about ten of us now during this try out week. Oh and if you are free on Thursday at ten,” Lara went into the details of the brunch and the girl, Roxanne, agreed to be there. Roxanne left the student union with her clothes stuffed in her back pack and only the sandals on her feet covering any part of her body. The girl actually looked relieved. The math exam on Tuesday afternoon went without a hitch, the instructor proctoring the exam only asking if Lara had a towel to cover the desk chair. Martin picked her up in the limo following the exam and after letting Maria and Mistress Suzy know she was home, Lara dashed off to the kennel, as Lourdes had left a message for her. The second bitch dog with her litter was nursing her pups. She had given birth to four but one a male had breathing problems and died the first day. Lourdes introduced Merci to the bitch and she licked the smell of human off the pup and nudged the puppy to her teats. “Looks like Merci has four mommas now, Lara, her birth mother, you, me, and now her.” Lourdes sighed, “Now maybe we can both get a full night of sleep.” Chores, attending to Mistress Suzy and normal activity kept Lara busy all of Wednesday. Merci loved her play dates but contentedly waddled back to her milk mother when play finished. Jay wanted perennials planted around the fence line and Lara helped with that chore as well as helping Maria in the kitchen preparing dinner. “Nice to have extra hands to chop vegetables and gather ingredients,” was Maria’s remark, coupled with a grin. Mistress Suzy drilled Lara on protocol for the brunch. The greeting at the door was the first impression and as student hostess Lara had to get it correct every time. Suzy had photographs of each person attending and Lara rehearsed matching title to face and the art of the curtsy as each dignitary was to be greeted by title and with a broken leg curtsy. Martin dropped Lara off at Regent Cottage fifteen minutes prior to the arrival of her ‘crew’. He returned to the estate to bring Mistress Suzy to the brunch. Standing shivering a bit in the cool morning breeze Lara saw another woman, also nude, approaching her. The woman was not one of Lara’s chosen crew mates. Closer came the woman, walking straight and proud with hair the color of honey flowing over her breasts almost to her navel and a patch of hair matching her head nestled between her legs. The three inch mules she wore gave definition to her legs as Leslie Kane spoke for the first time, “Good morning Lara, I am Ms. Kane, as the most junior faculty member I have been chosen to be your Life Style Model mentor and advisor.” The nude professor extended her hand to Lara and Lara shook it and by way of courtesy added a curtsy. “You may call me Leslie, when not in class or at school functions and my door is always open to you, if you need advice. The two of you will receive a perfect 4.0 on your mid-term examination for my class, if you wondered. One of the perks of being a Program kid is you tend to get at least one grade higher simply for being in the Program.” Leslie reported. “Very nice curtsy, by the way, do try to keep you back straight as you rise. Oh, look, your helpers are coming.” Roxanne and Constance arrived at the same time from different directions. Roxanne was a commuter and Constance lived in the dorms. Each showed off how much they enjoyed their exhibitionism with stiff nipples, though that might have been the morning chill, and dampness in their nether regions. Ron, Harry, Stephanie, Carla, Rachel and Amy arrived in a group as all lived in the Physical education dorm. Lara introduced everyone to their faculty advisor, Ms. Kane, and the group entered the rear of Regent Cottage to await the caterer and decide on assignments. The food would be a buffet presentation. Leslie assigned three of the girls as servers behind the French toast, waffle and omelet stations. Roxanne and Constance, with Ron and Harry were to circulate with coffee, tea and juice refills for the guests. Stephanie was asked and agreed to be guest escort. Lara would greet the guest at the door as hostess and Stephanie would then escort the guest into the main salon where the gathering was held. Constance would assist until the refill rounds for beverages drew her to her primary assignment. Promptly at eleven, beginning with the President of the college, the guests began to arrive. For the next ninety minutes Lara opened the door, greeted the guest by title and name, curtsied and passed the guest off to either Constance or Stephanie. Minute ninety-one was the heart stopper. Lara opened the door and standing outside were her mother, father and Jamie her younger brother. Jamie looked delighted, her mother appeared shocked and her father was visually trying to hold it together without verbally exploding. Flushed red and stammering, Lara welcomed them and turned them over to Stephanie to be escorted into the main room. How was she to explain this and would she ever be welcome in her own home again? She wondered what she would do if they rejected her and made her leave home. Then she heard Suzy calling the room to attention. “Regents, Advisors, Faculty and honored guests, I have the privilege of introducing the first family of the college, the parents and sibling of our Life Style Model, Mr. and Mrs. Macon and their son Jamie. I believe Mr. Macon has a few words for us,” polite applause as James Macon stepped to the podium set up for presentations. “Suzy and her late husband Renaldo were and are dear friends of ours for years. The fact that Suzy has given Lara, our daughter, the opportunity to be the college’s very first Life Style Model is rather shocking to her mother and I,” a faint murmur in the room, “not in a bad way, mind you but it is a shock to be greeted by your nude daughter in a public place for the first time.” Laughter at that before he continued, “My son who is in middle school was the least shocked of all of us. Jamie, get over here,” the room looked at the eighth grader as he eyed up the freckled torso of Roxanne behind the omelet station very big swell of laughter in the room. “Have I been comfortable with nudity in my home, no I cannot say that I have. However; the world is changing and the one my children will run someday well may be a clothing optional world in school, in business and in life. I will not be a barrier to their success by holding on to attitudes that are outdated, nor shall my wife. “I therefore, on behalf of my family, thank you all for the great honor of my daughter, Lara, being this institution’s very first Life Style Model and welcome the Program to this school.” His remarks finished and the polite applause ended Lara’s father took his seat next to his wife. Jamie wandered back to the waffle station for another eyeful of the girl behind it. Lara was asked by Suzy to say a few words. “I have nothing prepared, so please just let me say, a week ago tomorrow, I was at work in the shop where I have a part-time job and my life changed. Forever, changed it remarkable ways. The Program had not come to this city when I was in high school. Suzy tells me it will begin next year in the middle schools and high school and will be on campus here full time starting with the fall semester. I work in a lingerie shop, so wearing revealing stuff for the customers to see on live models was part of my job. I believe being partly exposed is more embarrassing than being totally nude, based on that experience in my life. “I first saw Ms. Kane nude today. Her classroom appearance to date was modest skirt blouse with heavy sweater and hair in a bun. Look at her now, who could want to hide a flower of that beauty under a burlap sack? My world view is shifting in these few days my life has been a nude life. I cannot vision myself ever wearing clothing again, unless it is a coat and boots against cold weather. I rejoice that in the fall all students will have the opportunity to follow the example of the Life Style Model and I am proud to be the first one selected.” Lara finished to a round of applause. Her thighs were gleaming. Suzy asked if she needed relief. Lara nodded yes. Before Faculty Regents Advisors and parents, Lara was brought to orgasm on Suzy’s hand. She received a standing ovation. Looking over she saw her brother Jamie sitting on Amy’s lap nuzzling her breasts. She called, “Hey, Amy don’t corrupt the kid!” “Heck he’s corrupting me.” The End

Tracey Goes Back to School By Joe P Tracey looked miserably at the job application.  Turned down again!  And it had been the perfect job.  She knew why she had been turned down.  She stared again at the exam results that she had had to put on her job application.  Her three A level results.  The exams she had taken in her last year at school. English - Fail History - Fail Sociology - Fail She had even failed sociology.  Nobody had ever failed Sociology except Tracey.  If only she could put Pass Grade A on her CV - then she would be back in the job market.  Then she wouldn't have to go back on the the government's reluctant jobseekers initiative. She would just have to take the exams again.  She turned to her laptop.  She would get on a course for adults.  She would work hard.  This time she would pass her exams! Two hours later she was back in the depths of despair.  There were courses available.  Of course there were.  She looked glumly at the cost.  A thousand pounds a term!  A thousand pounds.  Bloody government and its cost cutting.  There had been a time when adult education had been free.  Now you had to pay.  It was too bad.  Tracey could no more afford a thousand pounds than fly to the moon.  And just to think - she had wasted her chance when she had been at school.  Education was free for schoolchildrlen.  If only she had that chance again!  Then a sudden thought struck her.  Why shouldn't she have that chance again.  She might be a busty twenty-four year old, but many girls were busty at seventeen.  She could pass for seventeen!  Just take off her make-up, put her hair in a pony tail.  She'd pass for seventeen any day.  And if she were seventeen!  Well schoolchildren of seventeen got a free education.  Children of seventeen could take A Levels for nothing.  Tracey smiled to herself at the brilliance of the idea!  Tracey Smith was going back to school! Things didn't turn out as easy as Tracey had hoped.   The best school in the area was St Ethelberta's, but St Ethelberta's insisted on interviewing the parents of prospective pupils.  Tracey didn't think her parents would approve.  Slowly Tracey worked her way down the league table of schools, nobody would take her without intense scrutiny of her home circumstances, until that is she reached Bogg Lane Comprehensive.  Bogg Lane was at the bottom of the league.  Bogg Lane would take any pupil who dared to walk through the gate, but, and it was a big but, Bogg Lane offered A Levels in English, History and Sociology.  Indeed, had Tracey but known it, Bogg Lane offered A Levels in anything pupils wanted to do, after all it got premium funding for all its A Level students.  The fact that no teacher capable of teaching any of these subjects would dare to get a job at Bogg Lane didn't worry Headmistress Griselda Bashem, nothing worried Griselda once she opened the filing cabinet containing her bottle of special restorative. Tracey did do a recce at the school.  It didn't look too promising.  Gangs of females gathered round the school gates dressed in excessively short skirts and tight blouses, smoking and laughing.  And the students seemed just as bad.  The school uniform was a navy blue skirt, white blouse, and (as could easily be observed owing to the shortness of the skirts) navy blue knickers. Tracey sighed.  It didn't look too good.  On the other hand they had accepted her, no questions asked, and it would only be one term.  Then A Levels.  Then Hello New Job.  Tracey Smith would be back on the job market. Tracey set off for her first day back at school: blouse provocatively tight, bra discernibly non-existent, skirt fashionably short, knickers regulation navy.  It was the outfit that her recce had told her would blend in. At the school gates she met the welcoming committee.  A tall dark haired girl stood there flanked by her cronies. "You Tracey the new girl?" "Yes," said Tracey, sticking her chest out, "who wants to know?" Tracey was 24.  Tracey had a big bust.  Tracey wasn't going to be intimidated by any schoolgirl. "Never you mind New Girl.  Hand over your knickers." "What!" "It's like this see.  All new girls give me their knickers.  It's like a school rule.  Innit girls?" "Yeah, that's it.  Like a rule Ezza," chorused the hangers-on. "And you like get them back when I say.  Like when you pay me ten pounds." “Ten pounds!” said Tracey sticking her bust out even further, “Dream on loser!” "New Girl - you're so going to regret saying that!" Tracey wasn’t quite sure what happened next.  Somebody had a hold of her hair, somebody pushed her to the ground, somebody had hold of her knickers.  Somebody was pulling her knickers down.   The next thing she knew the girls were strolling off laughing and waving her knickers in the air.  Tracey was starting her first day at school in a short skirt and no knickers. It was too embarrassing, but she wasn’t going to pay ten pounds to get them back.  No way!  Things didn’t turn out so well though.  Before even the first lesson had started she was summoned to the headmistress.  Someone had told on her. “Show me your knickers girl,” said the well fortified Griselda. “What!” Tracey had forgotten what it was like to be talked to like a schoolgirl. “You heard me.  Show me your knickers girl.” “I can’t,” blushed Tracey turning bright red. “And why might that be?” “I’m not wearing any!” Tracey was about to expand at length on how her knickers had been stolen when Griselda interrupted her. “Let me see your hand girl.” Tracey held out her hand wondering why the headmistress wanted to see it.  She soon found out.  With a loud thwack Griselda whacked the palm of her hand with a foot ruler. “Ouch!” Tracey tucked her stinging hand under her arm, “What did you do that for?” “I hope you are not going to be a trouble maker Tracey Smith.  We have ways of dealing with trouble makers in the this school and girls who come to my school on their first day with no knickers on are in my experience troublemakers.  Now come back to me within the hour wearing knickers or I’ll make you wish you were wearing some.” And she swished the foot rule menacingly through the air. Tracey retreated quickly.  School wasn’t going to be the doddle she had thought it would.  But she had to persevere.  She needed those exams and this was the only way to get them!  But first of all she had to get her knickers back! **** "Please Miss Emily," (only her gang were allowed to call her Ezza), "Please can I have my knickers back." Tracey was desperate.  She knew exactly where that foot ruler was going to whack if she wasn't back in the head's office wearing knickers in under an hour.  That was why she was, as instructed, on hands and knees, bottom in the air, skirt pulled up, kissing Emily's feet and offering ten pounds. Emily looked at the ten pounds with disdain. "It's like twenty-five now," she said, "innit?" "Yes Miss Emily.  Twenty-five pounds Miss Emily," Tracey handed over the money.  This course was proving expensive. "Your knickers is in the classroom," said Emily. Tracey saw the knickers as soon as she entered the classroom.  They were hanging from one of the lampshades.  She looked round at the jeering faces of her new classmates.  It was clear they all knew whose knickers they were, and therefore who wasn't wearing knickers.  It was also clear she was going to have to stand on the desk and reach up to get them.  It was an act that would pull her skirt right up.  No wonder the boys were open mouthed.  They'd be able to see right up her...  Well right up her!  Still there was nothing for it.  She had to get her knickers back! She stood on her desk and reached up on tiptoe, and as she did so her skirt rode up giving a perfect view of her... "What are you doing girl!" A loud voice boomed at her.  Tracey looked round quickly knickers in hand.  A rather sleazy looking man with sleek black hair and plethoric face glowered at her. "Tracey Smith I presume." "Yes Sir." "I've been hearing about you Miss Smith.  A trouble maker I believe.  I don't like trouble makers Miss Smith." The voice belonged to the obnoxious Rupert Chambers.  Form teacher and head of English.  Chambers had been politely (and occasionally impolitely) asked to leave every other school he worked at, but Bogg Lane coudn't afford to be picky. "Miss Bashem would like to see you Miss Smith, and I suggest you put your knickers on first." "Yes Sir." "Now Miss Smith." "Yes Sir," Tracey pulled up her knickers as decorously as she could with everyone watching and ran off down the corridor.  Glancing back she saw Emily handing over what looked suspiciously like a five pound note, her five pound note, to Mr Chambers.  With a sudden flash of inspiration she knew who ran the Bogg Lane mafia! **** Tracey sat back in her little flat and looked at her timetable for the week.  Without thinking she pulled her knickers up.  Oh My God!  What had she let herself in for.  For good or ill she had to get those exams, she had to keep going, but she had to keep her knickers as well.  She looked back at the timetable.  What!  She was down the next day for swimming.  Swimming!  She wasn't going back to school to do swimming!  She'd soon see about that. **** Griselda Bashem scowled at the new girl.  Trouble maker - she could spot them a mile off.  Well she could complain about swimming as much as she liked; the government initiative on imoproving the fitness of schoolchildrlen required her to provide swimming, not that Griselda could give a toss.  She had contemplated expelling the trouble maker but the school was getting dangerously short of pupils.  There were other ways of maintaining discipline.  She swished her foot rule. Tracey went back to the classroom rubbing her bottom.   She was glad she'd put her thicker knickers on.  She would have to unpack her new navy blue swimsuit now - and she had hoped she wouldn't need it. She sat through the first lesson slightly uncomfortably on the hard wooden seat.  That foot rule had stung! Mr Pettigrew the antediluvian English teacher, white haired, stooped and wrinkled was discussing Jane Austen, remembering the halcyon days of yore when he had taught pupils who were actually able to read. "Emily," his wavering voice addressed the rather bored looking girl at the back, "could you give us your analysis of the first chapter of Pride and Prejudice." Emily scowled back.  She sat at the back so as not to get asked questions.  She put her mobile phone down and took the chewing gum out of her mouth. "Well it's like so borin' innit.  It's like these girls from the olden days what are like wantin' to get married an that, cos they like aint got no money and like don't want to go to work nor nuffin and like don't know no blokes to stick it up 'em like, so they're sort of gettin' desperate like." Mr Pettigrew sighed.  It was going to be another of those lessons.  Swimming was in the local council pool, a big draughty Victorian building with tiled walls.  The unheated water was freezing; the unheated changing rooms were freezing; the ancient open showers were freezing.  Griselda could have paid to use the pool at the big posh school up the road, but she didn't believe in 'wasting' money on mere schoolchildren. Tracey was standing in the changing room, hands on hips, glowering at Emily.  Unfortunately this act of defiance was somewhat undermined by the fact she was stark naked. "Give me my costume!" she demanded. "Twenty quid," said Emily. “No way,” said Tracey. She was putting on her defiant face.  She wasn’t going to back down this time. “Come on you girls,” she looked round startled at the sound of a man’s voice coming from behind her.  It was the egregious Chambers.  Tracey looked round open mouthed.  Chambers had wandered into the girls changing room. “Come on you girls,” he repeated, “get a move on.  Some of you are just standing around with no clothes on.  Come on Tracey love, look at yourself, not a stitch on.  If you’ve not got your swimsuit  on in five minutes you can go swimming as you are,” Tracey just stood there knock-kneed, trying to cover her nipples with one arm and her neatly trimmed vagina with the other. Chambers looked her up and down as she stood there completely nude turning bright red; she could feel her skin become covered in goose bumps and her nipples turn rock hard.  She, twenty-four year old Tracey Smith, was being stared at in the nude by a school teacher. "Stand up straight.  Arms by your side Tracey Smith!" "Yes Sir!" Tracey didn't know how to say no. Chambers admired her big boobies and her satisfyingly erect nipples. "I mean it," he said, "swimsuit in five minutes or you swim as you are.  I know a trouble maker when I see one," and with that he left. "Please Miss Emily, please," mumbled Tracey.  As instructed she was on her hands and knees, still stark naked, with fifty pounds in her mouth.  Well she couldn't go swimming in the nude could she?  And she'd make sure the head got to hear about this! "Come on Tracey darling," Mr Chambers had stuck his head back through the door, "two minutes or you're in the pool like that!" Tracey started begging again. **** Tracey sat in class next morning as Mr Proudfoot started his history lesson.  Sebastian Proudfoot, whose receding sandy hair and horn rimmed spectacles belied his youthful years, was nervous.  This was his first job after qualifying as a teacher, no other school would take him, and Bogg Lane had a fearsome reputation. "Now kids," he started in a misguided attempt to sound cool, "we are going to talk about a really wicked event.  The Congress of Vienna," he stopped suddenly as a hand shot up at the front of the class. "What was wicked about it?" Timothy was the class swot. "I don't mean wicked in the sense of wicked, I mean wicked in the sense of 'wicked'," Sebastian paused, feeling himself getting deeper into the mire.  The obnoxious girl sitting at the back had got out her moibile phone and had started texting. He decided to ignore her.  That was his first mistake.  Suddenly mobile phones started buzzing and ringing and blaring all round the class. Tracey took hers out.  There was a message from Emily.  She looked at it in disbelief. 'Put ur nickers on ur head,' it read. For a moment she wondered what 'ur nickers' were.  Some sort of primitive essence of knicker or perhaps a Chaldean relic?  Then she looked up.  All round the classroom girls were taking off their knickers and putting them on their heads.  They knew to do what Emily told them.  When she told them! Tracey looked round.  Emily was glowering at her.  To fail to join the knicker protest would just bring trouble on her head and better knickers on her head than trouble on her head.  She pulled her knickers down, took them off and put them on her head. Sebastian Proudfoot removed his horn rimmed glasses and stared at the class.  Then he fled.  It was Tracey’s chance.  She could go and see the head about the obnoxious Chambers. **** "Of course he came to check on you!" pronounced Griselda, she also knew a trouble maker when she saw one, "Health and Safety rules require it.  And I do not take kindly to trouble makers flaunting themselves naked in front of respectable teachers.  Next time I will send for your parents!" She reached in her drawer for her foot rule. Tracey retreated to the classroom rubbing her bottom hard.  She wished she had thought to put her knickers on before going down to see the head.  That foot rule could sting when applied to a bare behind! **** Tracey did not go to school the following morning in a good mood.  Going back to school didn't seem such a good idea now.  It was turning out to be more expensive than paying for an adult course, and worst of all - she was down to play netball that morning!  Netball!  She hadn't played netball since she was twelve, but the government had apparently been told that all schoolchildren were too fat and had decreed that sport was to be henceforth compulsory in school. Not only was Tracey going to have to run around a netball court, she was going to have to do so in the ubiquitous (at any rate in England) netball uniform of gym knickers and tee shirt.  Tracey hadn't paraded around in gym knickers since she was sixteen and they didn't fit her too well any more.  All you lads that went to school in England will no doubt have pleasant memories of watching girls' netball matches.  There is something mildly erotic about seeing girls jumpning up and down in navy blue knickers - but I digress. Tracey dug out her old school gym knickers from the back of a drawer.  No way was she forking out for a new pair  Bloody government and its healthy schoolchildren initiative!  Bloody A levels!  Bloody job!  She could see another humiliation coming, but what could she do. Netball in gym knickers!  It had been bad enough when Tracey had been a schoolgirl.  It was ten times worse now,  for a grown woman to be parading around in her knickers for the delectation of a load of schoolboys.  It was too bad!  And Tracey was beginning to regret not having bought a new pair.  In the eight years since she had last worn them, the elastic in her old knickers had somehow lost its elasticity.  She was having a terrible job trying to keep them up. Tracey had never been that keen on netball.  It was a game for tall slim girls, not for short girls with well developed bosoms, but the horrible Emily was playing against her and somehow Tracey just had to beat her.  It wasn't much of a revenge, but she couldn't let Emma win.  Tracey got the ball.  Emily was in front of her.  She just had to get the ball in the net!  She jumped strongly, she jumped high - and she jumped right out of her knickers.  A timely shove from Emily and she ended up flat on her back, her legs in the air, her feet wide apart.  She looked up.  She was providing a front seat view of her well trimmed and most intimate girly parts to the leering Chambers. "Miss Smith," he said. "Yes Sir," Tracey was somehow frozen immobile, unable even to bring her legs together. "Put your knickers back on then report to the Headmistress." Tracey, her reverie suddenly broken grabbed her knickers and ran back to the changing room. ******* Griselda Bashem, her bottle of restorative half empty, picked up her foot rule.  The events of the day had proved beyond doubt that the new girl was a troublemaker of the worst sort.  She had threatened to send for the girl's parents, but the girl had said she would take any punishment rather than that. An exemplary punishment was called for.  So that was why Griselda had summoned the whole school.  It was important to show that troublemakers would be punished severely.  The school waited expectantly, already fascinted by the sight of Tracey bent over the school vaulting horse, her skirt pulled up and her knickers pulled down. Tracey heard the swish of the foot rule.  She had decided to leave Bogg Lane but... OUCH! The foot rule landed with unerring accuracy on her bare behind. ...That would have meant sending for her parents and then... OOOOOH! With a satisfying whack the foot rule landed again. ....And then her fraud would have been unmasked and... WAAAAAH! Her bottom, now glowing pink, was stinging more and more. ...She would have had to go back on the reluctant jobseekers scheme so... OOOOOOH!  AAAAAAAH! Her poor bottom was on fire! ...She had decided to make the best of a bad job and... WAAAAAAH!  WAAAAAAH! WAAAAAH! Tracey gritted her teeth. ...And receive six of the best.  On the bare behind.  In front of the whole school. Swish.  Whack. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! Griselda Bashem smiled.  There was something intensely satisfying about the red bottom of a troublemaker. And Tracey Smith, her bright red bottom almost glowing, was staying at school. Tracey Goes Back to School – Week 2 Tracey was on the phone to the school.  Try as she may she could find no way of getting out of her commitment to spending the rest of the term there.  Desperate measures were called for and she had the answer. "Miss Bashem?" she asked, disguising her voice with what she fondly believed to be a Scottish accent. "Speaking," the familiar tones of the headmistress were heard on the other end of the line. "This is Fiona MacTavish from the Echo," Tracey was pleased with her convincing embodiment as a reporter on the local paper, "Miss Bashem can you comment on the disturbing reports that there is serious bullying going on at your school?" "Bullying!  Never.  Bullies at my school are dealt with most severely." "Apparently one senior girl is running an extortion racket in which the knickers of other girls are forcibly removed and money is demanded for their return!" "In my school.  Never!" Griselda slammed down the phone.  Bullying indeed.  Any bully in her school would get a very red bottom indeed. It was swimming day again.  Nothing had come of the phone call from 'The Echo', and once again Emily had stolen Tracey's costume.  Tracey stood, hands on hips in the changing room.  She might be stark naked and five foot two in her stockinged feet (not that she was wearing stockings), but she was not going to hand over any more money. "Tracey Smith!  Are you still not changed!" the voice of Mr Chambers rang through the changing room, "I know your sort.  Standing there without a stitch on, trying to get out of swimming by pretending to have lost your costume.  Well you can just get out there and do twenty lengths as you are.  Go on.  That'll teach you." Caught naked again by the odious Chambers, Tracey, who seconds before had been standing defiantly, suddenly felt all her resistance crumble. "Please Mr Chambers Sir," she half crouched with her hands over her vagina, "give me five minutes Sir, please Sir." "Very well, but I don't want to see you in your birthday suit again.  Do you hear me?" "Yes Sir." Tracey slumped back on the wooden bench her head in her hands.  It had all been too humiliating.  She was beaten, humiliated and needed a pee.  Why hadn't the dreaded Bashem done something?  You'd have thought her phone call would have spurred the headmistress into action. "Please can I have my costume Miss Emily." "Twenty quid," said Emily. "I need a pee," said Tracey, trying to sound defiant, even though she was on hands and knees. "Well not till I've been," said Emily smirking, "you can wait outside the door." Emily seemed to be ages as Tracey was made to hop, cross-legged outside.  At last she came out and Tracey ran in and sat down on the toilet.  Why did being humiliated always want to make her pee? She finished and started to stand up, but an extraordinary thing happened.  The toilet seat stuck to her bottom.  She tried to unstick it but it was no good.  Then she saw it on the floor - the box of a tube of superglue.  Now she knew why Emily had gone in first.  She had spread superglue on the toilet seat and Tracey was stuck fast, on the toilet, naked, with her legs wide apart. She heard Chambers come back into the changing room, "Where is that wretched girl," he said, "is she ready yet?" "She's like hidin' in the toilet.  She says she's lost her costume like.  She says she won't go swimmin'," Tracey could hear Emily's voice. "Does she now," said Chambers, "we'll soon see about that." There was of course a way to open the door from the outside with a teacher's key.  There has to be.  You can't have children locking themselves in the toilet. Tracey sat stuck fast to the toilet seat and watched in horror as the door slowly opened. "There you are," said Chambers, "get off that toilet at once and get dressed." "But..." Tracey's response was cut short by a loud tinkling sound.  She looked down and turned bright red.  Why did she have to pee when she felt embarrassed!  And there she was, naked on the toilet, legs apart, peeing in front of the horrible Chambers. "I want you off that toilet and in your costume in five minutes," said Mr Chambers. Tracey could only sit there bright red and nod her head. Chambers left and Emily reappeared waving the bottle of releasing solvent. "Fifty quid," she said. Tracey nodded dumbly. "Say please." "Please Miss Emily will you unstick my bottom from the toilet seat and I will give you fifty pounds." Laughing Emily poured the releasing fluid round Tracey's bum and in a couple of minutes she was free. "My costume," shrieked Tracey, visions of swimming twenty lengths in the nude. "Fifty quid and beg for your costume." Tracey put the fifty pounds in her mouth and like a good little doggy put up her paws to beg. "Good puppy," said Emily, slapping Tracey hard on the bum, "I do hope you're going to be a good doggy for me now." **** Sebastian Proudfoot stood at the front of the class, history textbook in hand.  How had he ever got to be teaching history, a subject he loathed?  But as Griselda Bashem, long time head of Bogg Street Comprehensive said, 'Somebody has to do it'. Knowing nothing about the subject his teaching method consisted of reading out the history textbook.  In front of him sat Timothy the class swot, copying down his every word, an unnecessary exercise seeing that Timothy owned a copy of the self same textbook. Behind Timothy there was uproar, a fact that Sebastian chose to ignore, to do otherwise, he calculated, would have been to risk life and limb and he was not prepared to do that. If he had investigated he would have seen that the source of the uproar was two girls fighting on the floor.  Tracey, stuck now in her role of schoolgirl even though she was twenty-four years old, had decided that if life at Bogg Street were to be bearable she would have to take on and defeat Emily once and for all.  After her total humiliation of the previous day, and in the absence of any response from Miss Bashem to her phone call, Tracey had decided to pay no more knicker money. Her plan was simple.  Deprive Emily of her knickers. As long as it was a straight fight she reckoned she could win! Emily was big and strong, but little Tracey was cunning.  What Emily possessed in the way of poking Tracey with her finger, Tracey countered with pulling Emily's hair.  When Emily gave Tracey a shove, Tracey countered by tripping Emily up.  So it was that  Emily ended up lying on the floor face down, Tracey was sitting on her back triumphant, pulling Emily's skirt up.  There could be only one outcome; Emily's knickers were coming down! Struggle as she may, Emily could do nothing about it, she kicked, she wriggled, she screamed.  It was no good.  Tracey had her knickers by the waistband and down they came.  Emily's rotund and bright pink bottom appeared as her knickers descended to round her thighs. "What is the meaning of this!" the voice of Griselda Bashem rang out loud and clear.  Griselda had been woken from her afternoon nap by the noise and she was not happy.  In front of her were two girls fighting.  One of them with her knickers down.  It was no good.  It was a disgrace.  It was totally unacceptable.  Nothing should be allowed to disturb her afternoon nap. "You girls," she declaimed pointing at Tracey and Emily, "My office after school.  I will get to the bottom of this!" **** Tracey stood in front of Griselda smiling, Emily was beside her scowling.  Behind her large oak desk Griselda was declaiming. "My investigations," she said, "have unearthed a situation that has dismayed and appalled me. I would never have believed it, but I have heard from a reliable source, a reporter on the local paper no less, that there has been an on-going situation of bullying, threats and distortion in this school.  A campaign waged by one particular girl.  It is behaviour which will not be tolerated in my school and which will not go unpunished." Tracey was ecstatic.  Her plan had worked!  Emily had been unmasked.  She would be punished.  Her rule was over. Griselda took a key out of her pocket, unlocked a drawer in her desk and took out the instrument of retribution.  A long, whippy and well-used punishment cane. She flicked the cane through the air, "You girl, "she said pointing a finger, "bend over the desk." Tracey looked at Griselda open mouthed, she was pointing at her! "Me!" she exclaimed. "Of course you," said Griselda, "you didn't think I was talking about this sweet innocent girl," indicating the smirking Emily, "I saw what you were doing to her knickers, and Mr Chambers has confirmed that you have been nothing but a troublemaker since you first came.  There is only one punishment for bullies and troublemakers.  Bend over the desk at once and pull your knickers down." Tracey could feel the solid wood of the desk on her face.  She was bent over the desk, her skirt up and her knickers down.  How had she got into this situation, about to receive six of the best on her bare behind?  She could do nothing about it.  To object would be to reveal her fraud!  Her return to school had been a disaster.  Instead of getting a free qualification she was getting a caned bottom.  Her phone call to the school had been an even greater disaster.  She had brought about her own punishment.  She thought and thought and thought, but she could find no way out of the mess.  She had tried to cheat and her bottom was going to pay the price. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the smirking Emily and she heard the swish of the cane as Griselda took a few practice swings. Griselda looked at the bottom in front of her with unconcealed pleasure.  In all her years as a teacher, her only pleasure in life had been to regularly redden the bare bottoms of naughty girls and boys.  It had been a long time since she had been able to use the cane.  The governors permitted its use only in the worst cases of bullying, and now was her chance.  She patted the bottom a couple of times savouring the effect the cane was going to have on so nicely padded a behind.  She patted it again with the cane to be sure of her aim, raised it high and... Swish. Tracey heard the noise, heard the loud thwack as cane met bottom and... WAAAAAAAAAAAH! Griselda smiled.  The foot ruler stung, but the cane - well that hurt! She raised the cane again... Griselda was well versed in the art, and she regarded it very definitely as an art, of bottom caning.  Five horizontal stripes appeared in a neat row on Tracey's bottom as the cane rose and fell, and with each one a satisfactory yell showed the effectiveness of her aim. WAAAAAAAAAH! Tracey pressed her face into the desk; it was red with bawling, as red as her bottom; only one more to go, her bottom felt ablaze but there was only one more to go! Griselda took careful aim.  The last was always the best.  Swish. The stroke fell neatly across the five red stripes so that all blazed simultaneously. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Griselda smiled.  She had perfected the art of bottom caning over many years so as to inflict the maximum discomfort.  It would be a long time before there would be any more bullying in her school! Tracey lay on her bed back in her little flat.  She was on her stomach.  Her hot red bottom glistened with the cream she had rubbed into it, but it was still too sore for her to lie on her back.  What was she to do?  Her revolt against Emily had been a disaster.  Emily had been told to report any 'bullying' to Griselda, and Emily had told Tracey that any failure to obey in future and she'd be bent over the desk again.  Poor Tracey's bottom tingled at the mere thought. Next day the children in the class were treated to an interesting sight as they entered the classroom.  Tracey was bent knickerless over the teacher’s desk.  Her bare behind bore the marks of her previous day’s humiliation.  They understood exactly.  It was Emily’s reminder of what happened to anybody who dared to oppose her. Tracey groaned.  She was in Emily's power and her first order had been clear.  Tracey was not allowed to wear knickers to school again. Tracey Goes back to School – Week Three Poor Tracey was in despair as she handed over her knickers to Emily at the school gates.  She had no option.  If she refused she'd be reported by Emily for 'bullying', she’d be bent over the headmistress's desk, her knickers would be pulled down and...  Her bottom tingled just at the thought of it. She had to get some sort of a hold over Emily.  It was her only hope.  But what?  She had only one idea.  Every break Emily would disappear behind the bike sheds for ten minutes then reappear looking rather flushed but with a smile on her face. It could mean only one thing.  Emily was smoking behind the bike sheds!  If there was one thing that Griselda Bashem, the well lubricated head would not tolerate, it was smoking.  Griselda was trying to give up!  And like any person craving a fag she couldn't bear the thought of somebody else having one.  If only Emily were caught she would be in deep trouble.  But how!  This would take some thought. **** "Tracey Smith!" The voice of Tracey's form master the odious Chambers rang through the girls changing room, "What are you doing standing there without a stitch on.  You're supposed to be getting ready for your English lesson." How did Chambers know how to catch Tracey in the nude every time?  It was hopeless complaining, she'd only be accused of flaunting her naked body. "Sorry Mr Chambers Sir, I seem to have mislaid my clothes Mr Chambers Sir." "Just look at yourself girl.  Standing there with nothing on.  Have you no shame?" "No Mr Chambers Sir.  I mean yes Mr Chambers Sir," Tracey swallowed hard.  She would have to wait until Emily gave her her clothes back.  But a plan was forming.  She'd write a note, an anonymous note, and post it through the head's door.  If she worded it properly, Griselda Bashem would not be able to resist, Emily would be caught and punished.  It was foolproof.  She picked up a pencil and scrawled, 'Deer Heddmistriss, loook behind the byke shedds at brake time and u wil catch a norty girl at it'.  That would do the trick.  Emily's bottom wouldn't escape this time! **** The ancient Mr Pettigrew looked at the class with his usual sense of despair. "Now for the class production of Romeo and Juliet,' he said, a note of hopeless resignation in his voice, "any volunteers for Juliet." He looked in amazement as Emily's hand shot up.  Emily never normally paid any attention and sat in the back of the class texting on her I-phone. "Yes Emily," he said, "why would you like to play Juliet?" "It's like she's sort of dead sexy like me innit, and she like gets to snog Romeo innit, and Mark Robertson's like playin' this Romeo bloke, and he's like dead fit, and I'd like get to snog him," she paused a second as she looked across at Mark Robertson, then went on, "Like does this Romeo get like to do her in the play, cos I don't like mind if Mark Robertson gets to do me like..." "I'm not sure that there is much snogging involved," said Mr Pettigrew.  He was not overly convinced of Emily's ability with iambic pentameters. He looked round the class, "Miss Smith," he looked at Tracey, "perhaps you would like to be our Juliet." "Er yes," said Tracey, after all she quite fancied snogging Mark Robertson as well. Tracey knew to keep out of the way of Emily come break time; anyway she wanted to watch and see what happened when Griselda investigated behind the bike sheds.  And she'd managed to sneak in a spare pair of knickers - no chance of being caught knickerless by Griselda!  She put on the knickers she had sneaked in, hid and watched.  No sign of Emily.  No sign of Griselda.  What was going on?  Her curiosity mounted.  What was behind the bike sheds?  She just had to know.  Furtively she crept up and peered round.  What she saw made her give out a little gasp. "Hi Tracey.  Fancy a snog?" It was Mark Robertson. Mark the fit guy!  He was certainly snoggable but...  Well she was twenty-four and he was only sixteen.  Could she really snog a schoolboy?  Yes she could!  In a second she was having the best snog she'd had for weeks.  Her life had been rather barren on the snog front for some time, and she was enjoying this. Ooooooh! His hand had gone up her skirt! Ooooooo!  Oooooooh! His hand had found her knickers and were slowly pulling them down!  Her hands were pinned to her sides and she was helpless.  She felt two strong hands grasp her buttocks and squeeze. "What is the meaning of this?" The awful voice of Griselda cut through the air like a knife.  Tracey froze.  She forgotten all about her note, telling Griselda that she'd find 'a norty girl at it' behind the bike sheds.  She had been naughty and now she'd been caught at it! Then an even more dreadful thing happened.  She found her skirt unfastened at the side, whipped off and the cowardly Mark Robertson, using it to hide his face, ran off with it.  Tracey was left in broad daylight with her knickers round her ankles. "Miss Smith!" Said Griselda, "I'll see you in my office in ten minutes." Tracey stood in front of the big oak desk trembling, her bottom tingling in anticipation. "Miss Smith," said Griselda, "the time has come for drastic action.  I must speak to your parents." "What!" "I must speak to your parents.  The appropriate punishment for this offence requires their approval.” “But you can't..." "I think you'll find I can.  I want to see you here with your parents at nine o'clock tomorrow.  Is that understood?" "Yes Miss Bashem." Parents!  Tracey couldn't ask her real parents; she was only pretending to be a schoolgirl!  She would have to find a substitute or be unmasked as a fraud.  How could she have been so stupid?  Caught snogging with her knickers down.  It was a disaster! Which of her friends would come to her aid?  In reality she only needed one parent.  She could pretend her father had gone off or disappeared or whatever.  Eventually she decided on Debs.  Debs might only be a year older than Tracey but she had a few wrinkles, and a few grey hairs, she could pass for mid-thirties, old enough to be the mother of a seventeen year old. "What!" Debs couldn't believe her ears, "your MOTHER!" "You've got to Debs, or I'll be in all sorts of trouble.  You've just got to!" To be honest Debs was rather taken by the idea.  It seemed a tremendous laugh!  Pretend to be Tracey's mother, she'd love it. "Now Debs," said Tracey, "remember you mustn't agree to any er…" Tracey didn’t quite know how to put it. “Any what?” “Any…  Well…  Spanking!” "What!  You're not going to get your bottom smacked are you?  That's hilarious!" "It's not hilarious when you're on the receiving end." "You don't mean to say you've already been spanked.  Tracey!  What have you been up to?" "You don't want to know.  You just don't want to know!" "Oh yes I do!" "I got caught snogging a boy." "Is that such a crime." "It is when he's sixteen and you're twenty-four.  I think.  Anyway nobody must know I'm not a real schoolgirl.  Please Debs please!" **** "And you are Tracey's mother?" Griselda didn't look convinced. "I was a child bride.  And then Sebastian ran off with an heiress and left me to bring up little Tracey all on my own." "You don't look old enough." "Oh yes she does," Tracey butted in, alarmed by Debs's overacting and the way things were going, "if you look closely you'll see loads of wrinkles, and grey hairs," she added hopefully. Debs bridled.  Wrinkles!  Grey hair!  She hadn't agreed to looking that old. "Do you realise Mrs Smith, that this child of yours has been a serious troublemaker ever since she came here." "I can well believe it," said Debs, still riled by the reference to wrinkles, "she's a holy terror at home.  I often have to take the slipper to her." "I'm glad you approve of corporal punishment Mrs Smith, because I have to tell you that her recent behaviour warrants an exemplary punishment." "I absolutely agree Miss Bashem.  She has to be taught a lesson she won't forget." Wrinkles indeed! Tracey looked on open mouthed. "Debs!  No!" She mouthed. "Bloody wrinkles indeed," mouthed Debs back.  Tracey was going to suffer for that! "You realise that your daughter was caught 'in flagrante delicto' with a young man, as yet unidentified, and her knickers round her ankles." Debs could hardly keep herself under control.  Tracey had not let on about the state of her knickers and it conjured up such an hilarious vision. "Shocking!" she at last managed to stutter. Griselda opened her draw and took out a well worn and highly polished spanking bat. "I was proposing to use this," she said, "in my experience it is very effective in girls who need to learn a lesson.  Girls who need to have their bottoms tanned.  The governors have not allowed its use, but with your help I think we can overlook that fact." "No Debs please!" Tracey was getting frantic. "Grey hairs," Debs mouthed back. "Let’s get started then Miss Bashem," she said, "I'm glad to see her getting the punishment she deserves." “My thoughts entirely.” Tracey was bent over the desk and her skirt pulled up. "Knickers down Tracey.” Poor Tracey had no option.  Passing off Debs as her mother had just made things a hundred times worse.  She pulled her knickers down and bit her bottom lip.  She still had hopes that Debs was just having a joke. "Six strokes do you think Mrs Smith?" "On each cheek?" "Of course.  Away you go!" "What me?" Debs was surprised to find herself handed the spanking bat. "Certainly.  As I said, I am not permitted to administer this punishment, but of course you can certainly do so.  And, as you said, it is richly deserved." Debs felt the weight of the bat in her hand; it was nicely balanced and worn smooth by the countless bottoms it had spanked over the years.  Tracey, bent over, her bottom bare, her faced pressed into the wood of the desk, looked at Debs, at the bat and back at Debs.  Her mouth and her eyes opened wide and she felt the goose bumps form on her bottom. Debs looked at the bare bottom in front of her and saw the goose bumps.  It just seemed to invite a spanking.  She raised the bat.  Tracey’s eyes opened even wider, Debs wasn’t joking, “Please!” she mouthed, but she was too late. *SPANK* The bat came down on Tracey’s left bottom cheek with a resounding thwack. *SPANK* Tracey heard the smack on her left bottom cheek before she felt it then: “Owww!” she yelped both cheeks were stinging. Red faced she looked up at Debs, “Wrinkles, wrinkles, wrinkles!” she said.  It was a mistake.  Debs had gone easy on the first spanks. *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK* “Yow!  Yow! Yow! Yow!!!” Tracey let out four satisfactory yelps as the spanks landed nice and hard, and her bottom cheeks glowed a satisfactory red colour as Debs stopped to draw breath.  Debs looked at her bottom again.  It looked nicely tenderised.  Wrinkles indeed!  She went at it with a will. *SPANK*  *SPANK* Poor Tracey’s bottom was bright red and tingling, every nerve ending extra sensitive.  Two spanks left on each cheek.  Debs took aim. *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK* Poor Tracey was yelling and bawling as each cheek in turn was set on fire. “Pull your knickers up girl,” said Miss Bashem, “and let that be a lesson to you.” **** Back in Tracey's flat that evening Debs was rubbing cream into Tracey's red bottom. "Just had to do it Tracey love," she said, "your bottom is just too inviting." Tracey, her face as red as her bottom, wasn't impressed.  She thought Debs had an equally inviting bottom. She sat up, "Over my knee Debs," she said. "No Tracey, please no!" "You know you have to Debs.  It's only fair!" Debs somehow had known it would be coming. She was sitting on the chair with the naked girl over her knee, considering the state of her bottom, but it was worth it.  Pinned in place, the  girl was helpless to stop the inevitable.  She looked round in horror as Debs picked up the ping-pong bat.  Not perhaps as effective as the purpose made spanking bat, but it would just have to do. Tracey looked up at her. "I was supposed to spank you!" she wailed. "I'm not the one who mentioned wrinkles," said Debs, "I'm not the one with an inviting bare bottom, and most important of all.  I'm stronger than you." She looked down at Tracey's rosy pink bottom cheeks.  Which one should she start on?  Left or right?

The Confession and Re-Education of a Perfect Slut A Keeping the Womenfolk in Line by Eddie Davidson The Start of a Lovely Relationship This is when the confessions and re-education begin. Chapter 33 (BONUS CONTENT – what follows is what happens that evening and into the next day – think of this as the extended scenes included in a UHD 4K version of a Blu-Ray. We felt we told the story but we had more to tell.) “I think I’d rather use that sweet screened in pool of yours than go to the beach, Bro!” Dylan joked. “I don’t think my mom would like the bathing suit I’ve picked out for Barbie tomorrow,” Joe quipped. “Fine, I’ll go,” Barbie spoke up. She was still on the ground with her face between Barbie’s legs. “I’ll do anything if you let me stop eating this nasty, raw pussy!” Becky was half-joking. She secretly enjoyed the taste of Barbie but she didn’t want to let on. “Cool beans,” Joe agreed and let the girls finish up and get dressed. “I am not going to call you Sir or assume these slutty positions for you tomorrow though,” Barbie insisted. “That’s fine, Barbie will though” Joe replied. “You can spank me if I get too mouthy but NOT out in the open in front of everyone. Is that understood?” Becky felt the need to add another stipulation. “What about you, Dylan? You in?” Joe ignored Becky’s additional demand for rules. He didn’t want to smile but he could tell she was impressed he had dared to spank her at all. “Yeah, I could enjoy a little time at the beach.” Dylan replied. The girls were coated in sweat, cum, and spit. Their bodies were bruised from having their butts spanked and their pussies were red and sore. Their throats hurt because they sucked so many cocks it stretched the muscles in the back of their throats. Becky had a reputation as a gang bang slut but it was something of a myth – at least until tonight. Becky was an adrenalin junkie and the kind of girl who liked to get on thrill rides and roller coasters – and this felt like one to her. She was ready to get off of it, go home and take a shower now. She gingerly put on her skimpy dress so she didn’t ruin it with the cum and sweat. Barbie was feeling excited as well. She faced her fears and she was no longer going to be seen as a shy wall-flower – that was for certain. She was high on adrenalin and excited – she could have kept fucking if there had been more boys. She knew her mother would be worried about them if they stayed too long after the dance. “May I get dressed now, Sir?” Barbie had finally asked after she’d finished scraping some cum off her nose, playing with it and dutifully spitting it back into her elongated and very full condom. She hadn’t hurried to do her recycling. She practiced with the cum to get used to the taste and the consistency in her mouth. “No. You have cum and spit all over your chest. You’ll unnecessarily mess up the dress and I like seeing you naked anyway. I’m sure Dylan prefers you naked too, slut.” Barbie was getting used to being called a slut in front of her date. Even though she didn’t think Dylan would be interested in having a second date with her now that he’d seen her fuck a bunch of guys, he was still a nice guy and hearing her brother call her a slut right in front of Dylan left her feeling torn. She knew that being a slut was considered a bad thing but at the same time, it’s what she wanted. Dylan would have to deal with it or not. It was his choice, she decided. “Okay, Sir. Thank you for clarifying. Becky? Don’t you want to save your dress too? It would be nice if I wasn’t the only naked slut? Please?” Becky was quiet for a second while she decided whether or not to even pretend she hadn’t heard Barbie. She couldn’t deny it had been somehow exciting to be naked and she could easily peel off the dress again but there was nothing in it for her other than the thrill of being nude outside. Joe didn’t seem to care either way. “Watch who you call a slut, whore!” Becky was half-joking when she made the comment. “I made my money and I’m ready to get out of this shithole. It’s not like I wore a rag here. This is my best dress and I had PLANNED to showcase it. I’m going to at least wear it until we get back to the trailer!” Barbie didn’t want to argue with Becky. She knew that she would probably ruin the dress with cum and sweat stains before she made it back to the trailer. Joe had considered insisting Becky walk naked through the parking lot, but he wanted to see if she would offer by herself and she’d made no move to do so even when Barbie asked. Joe didn’t push the matter. After all, Becky was just his date and he hadn’t decided yet if she was worth the trouble of seeing again. After all, he had Barbie to take care of his dick and he was looking forward to taking her asshole next. “Hey don’t look at me, Becky. It’s not like I need to do ALL the thinking for my Homecoming date. This was a one-time fun thing is all,” Joe grinned devilishly at Becky. “It was a pleasure doing business with you and all that but I don’t need or want a full time Boss! I like getting my ass slapped sometimes but that is as far as it goes, Becky Harrumphed. Becky realized she most likely would have removed the dress again if Joe had insisted she do it. Since he hadn’t, she was just as content to take charge too. When Joe offered to take her hand and walk with her through the parking lot she took it. She didn’t go in for sweet valentines and walking hand in hand normally. She felt like the person who liked the most in a relationship was the one who had nothing to bargain with. She didn’t want to get hurt either and the easiest way was to avoid relationships. She hated to admit it was nice to hold someone’s hand though. After all the rough treatment behind the dumpster she enjoyed the feel of his touch as they walked together. Barbie was a stickler for rules. She was supposed to be walking in front and slightly to the right of her brother. Dylan had taken her hand and the two of them fell in behind Becky and Joe. Barbie found herself maneuvering to put herself in her ‘proper’ position without specifically requesting that Dylan let her. She hoped Dylan wasn’t getting attached to her the way he’d grabbed her hand. She was Joe’s not Dylan’s. She had hoped that by now, he understood that. She wanted to be polite though. Even if she had not changed over the last few days she doubted it would work with Dylan. She would have never have been able to reconcile how wild it was at their house with him. She would have looked down her nose at him as well. She hated to admit it but she was stuck up and didn’t even realize it until she started to compare her new life with her old one. Dylan laughed when he saw his dad’s truck in the empty lot. The truck was clear over the other side of the well-lit parking lot, parked in the only area where a row trees provided some shadows. They all saw even from here that Harlan Simmons appeared to be asleep sitting up in the truck. “I guess we’d better walk around the outside of the lot unless you want to put your dress on?” Dylan asked Barbie as if it had been her idea to stay naked. “Hell no. I for one like to see Barbie’s butt jiggle while she walks and you can’t see it as well in shadow,” Joe laughed. The decision was made for Barbie. Joe reached back and slapped his sister’s bottom. The slap permitted Barbie an excuse to jockey in front and to the right of her brother so that she could obey his rules. She was OCD like that. There weren’t many cars in the parking lot but it was still bright enough someone could see that she was naked while the others wore clothes. This was really pushing the limits of what she believed she was capable of doing. She had fucked so many boys tonight – many of whom she knew that she felt overwhelmed. “Hey, if we ever decide to do this again we should have a designated fluffer to tease the guys before the main attraction. Do you think Ariel would be down? I bet we could get Marilyn to do it,” Becky theorized as they walked. Barbie had wondered just how much Marilyn participated in things around the house. She had to be aware but she wasn’t sure if she actually got on the floor for flappy Fridays. This had to be a reason she loved spending so much time at her house with Ariel and never invited Ariel over to their house. She worried that Marilyn might spill the beans about the things she did at the trailer to Ariel. Ariel knew she was playing some naughty games but the way she sold it was innocent truth or dare stuff not literally participating in a gang bang for money. “Nah, Marilyn is too much of a tight ass,” Dylan dismissed the idea of his little sister participating and Becky agreed. It left room for Barbie to wonder how things worked when Marilyn was at the trailer. “What about Ariel?” Dylan asked Joe seriously. Joe looked at him as if he had just asked him to cut off one of his arms. He had been happy to share Barbie with the football team but that had been her idea to give herself to him. She was being trained to be a perfect slut. He still regarded Pinkerbell as the baby of the family and a perfect little angel. “Whoa, don’t cut my dick off. I was just asking,” Dylan apologized with a grin. As they got closer to the truck Becky started yelling and making noise to wake Harlan up. It only heightened the chances of someone noticing that Barbie was naked in the nearly abandoned parking lot. Harlan didn’t budge. “I swear, I am going to tie that that lazy motherfucker’s balls up one day and hang him outside!” Becky insisted angrily. “Why don’t you try being nice? You’ve tried being stubborn, obstinate, and calling him names. What if you took some of that five hundred dollars and bought your Dad a few steaks?” Joe asked. He was still holding her hand. “Then that motherfucker would KNOW I was up to some shady shit up here tonight. How else would I have money? You can’t tell anyone at my house that Dylan or I have cash or they will find a way to get it from us before morning,” Becky squeezed his hand hard to let him know she was serious. “Deal, but you can’t tell my family about my arrangement with my sister either. I don’t even want Marilyn to know,” Joe must have been thinking about the same thing Barbie was and Marilyn was a loose end. If his mother found out about the gang bang she’d probably have a heart attack. “I think it will probably get back to your little brother and sister,” Dylan nodded that they would keep it secret but he doubted it would stay that way much longer. “So what are you two anyway? Like full on Master and Slave?” Barbie asked. She scrunched her nose up with disgust as if the idea did not appeal to her at all. “This isn’t a lost bet or something?” Joe quickly explained that after seeing how things worked at Becky’s house they became inspired. “Barbie wanted to stop being a shy bookworm carbon copy of her mother. She asked me to take control of her and put her in her place 24 hours a day. I’ve been training her to be an obedient slut,” Joe stated proudly. “Why would you want to be a dumb, slutty bimbo when you could be so much more? You are pretty, smart, and you have manners,” Becky turned to ask Barbie quite seriously what could have possessed her to give away her freedom and choice. “Yeah my Sister and Aunt don’t have much choice. This is the best they can do for themselves,” Dylan teased Becky playfully and indicated even dressed she looked like a total whore. Her hair was all fucked up and she was walking funny after taking so many dicks. “I like being owned by my brother. I asked him to take charge of me and this is what I want, Sir” Barbie addressed Dylan. Becky seemed perplexed and shrugged. “It’s the honeymoon phase. Give it time. My mom did the same thing and now she regrets it. Dad washes her ass out with a garden hose at night.” “She loves it,” Dylan teased his sister and suggested she would love it too. “After all the goo you got upside you tonight you may need to ask Dad to bend you over the air conditioning unit and give you a redneck enema too!” “Hardee Har-harr! It was all condoms and not one broke! Don’t you dare tell Dad what I did tonight or I’ll skin your balls and play racquetball with them!” Becky promised. “Strip naked and 69 Barbie all the way home and I’ll think about it,” Dylan put his finger on his chin playfully as if he were considering informing their father they just orchestrated a high stakes pay-to-play gangbang at the high school dance. “I am not a lez and I don’t like salty tuna fish! We both need showers after tonight, Dylan!” Becky pleaded. Barbie felt butterflies emerge in her stomach at the suggestion she would be riding in the back of the truck naked like Candy had. She’d also be eating out Becky after the impossible number of dicks they both had inside of them. “Fine, you fucking pervs,” Becky didn’t seem to think Barbie needed to consent to this either. She stopped and pulled her dress over her head and handed it to Jo. “Let me piss first,” she squatted right in front of the two boys with her legs apart under a parking lot lamp. Becky let out a long stream of piss as if it were perfectly normal to use the parking lot as a toilet anytime you felt like it. Joe noticed the darkened shade around her sweaty asshole as she squatted. Becky could tell that Joe liked watching her pee. She turned around slightly and pretended she was going to get some on his shoe. “That’s what you get for standing too close!” she teased as she reached for his hand so that he could help her stand up. Barbie didn’t feel any more self-assured now that she was not the only one naked. The girls had developed a short-term camaraderie during the spectacle they put on behind the dumpsters. It seemed to be fading now with Becky only talking to Dylan and Joe and ignoring her. It made Barbie feel like a background character who was just watching what happened to her. “Hey maybe I don’t want to eat your nasty gash either,” Barbie interjected herself into the conversation. Joe slapped his sister’s bottom hard and it jiggled slightly. “Watch how you are talking to my girlfriend,” Joe was half-joking when he said girlfriend. Becky didn’t correct him. “Cop a squat and piss on Harlan’s tire! I don’t want you whining you have to pull over when we are driving!” Joe insisted gruffly. Barbie was red-in-the-face. It wasn’t just that she had to piss like a naked slut in the parking lot in front of Becky and Dylan. It was because of how readily Joe dressed her down like he was disappointed in her. She was incredibly sensitive and even though she knew Joe had to be a disciplinarian with her – she wanted him to be very happy with her performance. When he patted her head while she pissed a long stream on the tire she smiled and opened her legs wider. “I am going to find ways for you to piss outside more often. I hope you will start to appreciate using the toilet because that is going to become more of a treat,” Joe decided. “Daddy, Daddy, God-Damned it, Wake up Harlan! The Law is here!” Becky pounded on the door to the truck loudly. Everyone panicked and looked around in shock thinking the cops may have really been there. “Damn it, I nearly shit my drawers!” Harlan complained as he woke up and realized that his daughter was just pulling his chain. He wasn’t shocked she was naked. He knew there was probably some good explanation. “Go on and get in the truck before the law really does show up! This ain’t like the trailer park! The cops probably would arrest you for running around naked out here!” “I’m gonna get in the back with Barbie, Daddy!” Becky smiled sweetly and helped Barbie into the bed of the truck. It was dirty but there was a spot the two of them could lay down and sixty-nine. It wouldn’t be easy with the truck rumbling and moving but they would manage. “Okay? Did Dylan or Joe win a bet with you or something?” Harlan knew immediately something was up. He smelled of Jim Beam, Swisher Sweet Cigars and Smoked Mackerel. He and Fred had concocted some new get rich scheme and sunk all their money into it. They had celebrated over some food and drinks while the two of them lamented about their cheating wives (who were home fucking strangers). “We just kept Becky and Barbie in line tonight, Sir” Joe smiled proudly as he and Dylan hopped into the cab. “You could have me sitting on your lap all the way home, Sir” Becky teased him playfully from inside the bed of the truck through the window in the back of the cab. “I could but I’d rather wait and take you for a ride tomorrow night,” Joe smiled back at her playfully. Harlan started up the truck and said that he totally misjudged Joe. “When I first met you, I thought you weren’t fit to eat pig shit but now I think you are!” “I’m Fit to eat pig shit?” Joe laughed at the joke. Harlan didn’t answer that – he only grinned because Joe got the joke the first time he told it. Most people didn’t get it at all. Harlan had a strange sense of humor that wasn’t for everyone. They made small talk in the cab but all three guys would periodically watch the sensual action in the back of the truck. Barbie straddled Becky with her legs apart. She licked her pussy and gently used her hands to stroke her nipples and play with her. Barbie thrust her tongue into Becky’s tight asshole and then began to kiss her clit while inserting her tongue and then running it around the edge of her friend’s dripping vagina. Candy had several more hours before she would get off work at the club. When they drove past it looked pretty slow. “Things don’t start happening really until guys start striking out in the clubs and then they show up in the last two hours,” Harlan shrugged. Joe realized they most likely dodged a bullet by not taking Candy’s offer. They would probably have been out too late and Helen would have forbidden them to go out again if they came home after the bars closed down. He admired how Barbie and Becky were going at it in the back of the truck. There were a few bumps in the road and he could hear Becky complain and threaten Barbie that if she bit down on her clit again she’d lose her teeth from inside the cab. Once they were just outside of Alexa street Joe told Harlan to stop the truck and let them out. “We’ll jog from here” “Why?” Harlan seemed confused but he stopped the truck. “We always jog around the neighborhood,” Joe helped Barbie down but didn’t let her put on a dress. It made her much more real that she was wearing only high heels and nothing else on her home street. It was dark outside but there were still street lights and cars could easily pull down the road. “In the future, I would like Barbie to undress when she arrives at your house and offer her ass for a spanking. At least twenty! She will get into the heel position and not be permitted on your furniture! I don’t want her getting snail trails everywhere,” he said. Becky stepped out of the truck and demanded her dress back from Dylan as she joined him in the cabin. “Your sister may turn out to be a half-decent pussy licker with some practice,” was as close to Becky was going to come to saying she enjoyed riding in the back of the truck with Barbie. “That sounds like a plan!” Harlan layed a finger on the side of his nose like a cherubic version of Santa Claus as he laughed about the idea of Barbie joining the girls at his trailer. He drove off quickly and left the pair standing there. “Okay, bend over at the waist and take off your shoes. I want you to carry them in your mouth, slut!” Joe insisted. “Yes Master,” Barbie sounded sad as she bent over and stuck her ass out. She picked up her shoes with her mouth and carried them like a BDSM version of Cinderella leaving the fancy gown ball. He told her he wanted her to practice using her mouth to pick things up around the house. “I want to see you deep throat bananas, spoons, anything you can stick down your throat,” Joe insisted. “Yesff Masffer” Barbie jogged alongside of him. She was nervous about being naked in their neighborhood. Some of the lights in the houses were on and it would only take one person driving down the street to catch them. Joe insisted she bring her knees up and jog alongside of him. Barbie desperately wanted to hide behind mail boxes and bushes as strode alongside him. “Do I detect some bitterness in your voice, Slut?” “No Sir,” Barbie replied promptly before conceding there was. “Maybe Sir, Yes Sir,” she finally answered in flustered confusion. “I just felt like you talked to Barbie so much and I was kind of in the background. I behaved myself and obeyed every order you gave me. I fucked all those boys for you – many I know. Yet, you always sound so disappointed in me, Master”. Joe made Barbie stop and jog in place while he walked around and admired her body. He pinched her tits, spread her butt cheeks. “I may talk harshly to you, I may talk down to you. I may yell at you and I may call you names, my little slut-muffin! I love you though and I know what is best for you. Don’t I?” “Yes Master” Barbie regretted bringing up her feelings. She was already ashamed she had doubted her brother’s intentions. She felt she may have been overly-sensitive. Joe understood where she was coming from though and he wasn’t finished explaining his thoughts. “I love you! More than anyone else in this world. If I talk to Barbie and Dylan differently it is because we have a different relationship. You are my pet. I don’t have to constantly lavish you with attention and affection though. You know where you stand with me. You are my prized possession. You did very well tonight,” Joe said it. Barbie thought he may just be trying to make her feel better about her performance. She was harder and more critical of herself than anyone. “You also helped me to understand I need to broaden some of your training. You are going to start picking up things with your mouth, tits, ass cheeks. I don’t want you to just clean a room like the normal way you used to do it. I want your entire body involved in the process so you are constantly reminded of who you are. I am going to buy you a collar with some of this money. I want you to have something to remind you that you are a pet. I want you to practice going down on pencils, carrots, anything at hand,” he reminded her. He had already told her this. “I am also going to start stretching your asshole out. I saved that so I could be the first one to take it. After tonight though, I am going to expect you to keep something in your ass pretty regularly! And when you don’t have something your thumb will do,” he smiled at her. Barbie had a tear of joy running down her face. She didn’t wipe it. She kept jogging in place. Her tiny tits jiggled in time with her ass as she brought her knees up high. “You are also going to start fucking boys at school,” he told her the next new rule. Barbie was floored by that idea and confused. “There is no way after tonight these boys aren’t going to want to have you again for the same price. I’ll tell you that you are open for business or closed for business. You’ll have a set price and ANYONE with the money to pay can fuck you if you are open for business. You don’t have to check with me. If you are closed for business you have to send them to me if I am not around or ask me if I am.” Barbie was horrified, shocked and extremely turned on. “Yes Master,” she tried to hide her enthusiasm. She had no idea how that could work at school but she trusted her brother would have a plan. “Now, my little slut - I want you to jam a thumb in your ass and twist it,” Joe watched as she obeyed him. “That’s good! That’s how I want you to run! I might even let you put your clothes on so you can walk in the door before I rip them off of you when you get to my room!” Chapter 34 “Now, my little slut - I want you to jam a thumb in your ass and twist it,” Joe watched as she obeyed him. “That’s good! That’s how I want you to run! I might even let you put your clothes on so you can walk in the door before I rip them off of you when you get to my room!” he teased her. It felt strangely exhilarating to Barbie to jog naked through her neighborhood. She clenched her teeth around the straps of her high heels and ran with her thumb up her ass. As preposterous as it seemed no one caught them. They were fortunate this time – it was late in a sleepy suburb and through the luck of the draw no late night joggers or cars happened to be out. Barbie knew it was only a matter of time before she was CAUGHT doing something like that. She wished she knew what excuse her brother would make – but she doubted it would be anything that would make her seem innocent. It would be hard to explain away running naked- especially with her thumb in her butt. Once they reached the house Joe told her to slow down so he could get a sense of what was happening there. They were late by a few hours. Helen expected them back promptly after the dance was over. There were lights on in Helen and Gerald’s bedroom when Joe and his still-naked sister jogged into their driveway. Joe made Barbie wait in the bushes next to their front door while he entered the house to see if the coast was clear. He had considered allowing Barbie to put her clothes on but decided they’d get in just as much trouble if they were caught with Barbie looking like she’d just come from a gangbang anyway, so there was no point. He knew that making Barbie wait outside alone would challenge her more than being with naked in his company and thinking about how scared she’d be made his cock throb. The living room lights were on but Kevin and Ariel would be sound asleep by now and neither his mom or dad were waiting for him so he didn’t have to use his prepared excuse as to why Barbie wasn’t with him when he stepped through the door. Instead of retrieving Barbie right away, he crept up the stairs and stopped in the hall outside his parent’s bedroom door. The house was so quiet he could hear the shower running in his parents bathroom and his dad talking to his mom although he couldn’t make out what his mom said in response to his dad’s comment about having to go into the plant the next day. Joe deduced his mom was the one using the bathroom. Joe crept back downstairs and opened the door. Barbie was crouched right where he’d left her, one arm covering her chest and the other, her lap. She looked terrified as if at any moment, search lights would illuminate her hiding place. He waved her to him and she practically leapt at him, hugging herself to him as if not caring that her ass was on display for anyone driving down the quiet road. There were no late night cars or dog-walkers though. “Hiding the goodies? I expected to be able to look right at your cunt but your legs were closed. Didn’t we talk about that, bitch?” He asked with a smile to show he wasn’t really mad. “Sorry, Master. I was so scared by myself and I thought someone was going to find me. You were gone for so long, Sir! I started to think you were going to leave me outside all night!” Barbie started crying. “And miss taking that sweet ass of yours for the first time? Hardly,” he grinned. “C’mon, we have to hurry. Mom’s in the shower.” “I have to go inside naked, Sir?” Barbie finally managed. “You already look like you’ve been fucked fifty ways from Friday,” he joked quietly before realizing that it was Friday and she had been fucked almost fifty times. “Go up and wait in the upstairs bathroom.” Barbie scampered inside and upstairs. She had so many worries about getting caught. The pit of her stomach was full of butterflies. The real possibility that Kevin, Ariel or her parents might be up or walk out and catch her naked had set in. It had been easier to run through the neighborhood naked thinking only random strangers or a neighbor might see her. She had no idea what she’d say to any of them. She kept her thumb up her ass since she hadn’t been told to take it out. Joe turned off the living room lights and followed, not walking down the hallway until he saw Barbie disappear into the bathroom. His mother had been waiting up for him. He knocked on their door and said they were home. “Everything went alright, Joe? It’s late,” Helen said from behind the door of her bedroom. “Yeah, well Barbie gave me a little attitude and insisted on being a little bratty but I think we made a lot of progress. We had a good heart to heart tonight. She promised to clean the pool in the morning and make breakfast so you can sleep in. I will make sure she does it,” Joe assured his mother. “Don’t be silly. She isn’t ready to make breakfast on her own,” Helen insisted. “I’ll be there to make sure she doesn’t burn down the house, Mom,” Joe chuckled. He wished his parents goodnight and ran upstairs to check on Barbie. When Joe entered the bathroom his sister was standing in the nude awkwardly unsure of what to do with her hands. The heels she was wearing at the dance still dangled from her mouth. She looked incredibly cute with her small tits and uncertain expression on her face. “You never seem to know what to do with your hands when you are naked, do you?” he asked her as he closed the door behind him. “No Master,” Barbie admitted. She blushed again. “From now on when you are naked and standing I want you to put your hands on your butt cheeks and pull them apart so that your asshole and cunt is visible. I will tell you when you can use your hands for something,” he said. “How will I clean your room, Master?” Barbie asked. She had her shoes dangling in her mouth and the words sounded muffled and meek. “You will use your mouth and as your tits continue to sprout I’ll see what you can pick up with those,” Joe chuckled. He told her to get into the Heel position and wait for him to draw a bath. Barbie watched from the bathroom floor as Joe adjusted the temperature in the shower. The steam that began to billow made her realize just how much she would have appreciated a warm shower right now, too. The smell of bath salts and lotion warmed her sense. Barbie craved washing away all the sinful and decadent behavior she had engaged in tonight and at the same time she wanted to be a dirty little slut and wallow in it. It was very confusing to her. She assumed she’d be made to watch her Master shower and maybe wash him, but she was very aware that he wouldn’t want her under that delicious-looking warm water with him as well. He’d explained that she was to stop taking luxuries like hot showers for granted and him teasing her with the sight of such a simple luxury was his job as her owner. It was working, too. She already felt the denial in her pussy as much as the smell of fresh, hot water making her nostrils flare with desire. Even just a few moments under that precious spray would be a reward like no other, she thought to herself. As if in slow motion, Barbie watched as Joe climbed into the tub and the warm water hit his tanned chest, making him release a sigh of pleasure. Barbie licked her top lip, eager for him to feel pleasure such as the water was giving him. Her own desire for a hot shower was temporarily forgotten as she saw him enjoy the first kiss of the steamy spray. He held out his hand and at first, Barbie thought he wanted a wash rag and she scrambled to her feet to serve him but no, he was signaling for her to join him! To Joe, the look in Barbie’s face was priceless. As if he was offering her something she could only dream of. He had to nod his head to confirm that he had indeed meant for her to climb into the tub with him and to see her face light up like it was Christmas morning was reward enough as he took her hand and assisted her into the tub. Barbie stifled a squeal of pleasure when the water hit her. Joe had helped her into the tub in front of him rather than behind him so she got to feel the warmth of the water first hand. It was one of the best things she could remember ever having enjoyed and it was only hot water. The best thing until Joe began to soap up her back, butt cheeks and upper thighs, that is. “Master?” She asked in a single word, trying to convey her pleasure and at the same time, her confusion. She was his. It was HER job to see to his needs, not the other way around. Why was she not soaping HIM up from behind, washing the sweat and smell of the dumpster off him? “Shush. Enjoy, Pet. I am enjoying my property,” he said as his hands slipped around her and began to lather her tits. Barbie’s nipples turned to little pebbles under her brother’s touch and she knew that if he’d pulled and twisted them, she might have had an accidental orgasm just from his highly erotic fingers. To her relief and chagrin, he didn’t tease her nipples as he usually did when playing with her tits but instead, continued to tease them for a moment before his soapy hands dropped to her cunt and began to manipulate the folds, winding her up even faster. Her hips bumped back and she felt his hard cock between her cheeks. “No,” he crooned. I’m going to take your ass when I’M good and ready, not when you think YOU’RE ready!” Joe washed his sister in the tub lovingly and played with her body – teasing but never quite getting her fully aroused. He was driving her wild with anticipation. He stroked her hair and let her rest her head on his muscular shoulders while he held her for a time. Once he was done washing her he let her dry off and finished washing himself. He directed her to use her electric toothbrush for five minutes on her pussy. The toothpaste stung and made her dance and the constant vibrations got her wet and sticky. Barbie was dying to touch her pussy but knew better. It was quite entertaining to watch her jerk and shake when she did the same thing to her asshole. Joe knew guys that would pay to watch a young girl tease herself into a frenzy like this. Finally, he let her use the tooth brush to clean her teeth while she played with her tits with her other hand. He stepped out of the water and slapped her bottom and dried himself. He directed her to give herself an enema and wait five minutes on all fours with the little bottle in her butt before releasing it in the toilet. He made her suck his nuts and tongue his asshole delicately. It was the first time she had ever tongued a boy’s ass. Becky had almost insisted she lick her ass while they were locked in a sixty-nine in the truck. It didn’t taste bad – it felt incredibly dirty. “You are going to be doing a lot of ass licking. I want you to get used to it, my little slut!” Joe smiled as he looked down at his obedient sister. She was on all fours looking up at him like he was her moon and stars. Her stomach was full of water and distended like she was two or three months pregnant enema filled her up. Joe made her do the enema a few times until the water was perfectly clear. He slathered Vaseline on her asshole and told her that she may want to start doing that whenever she takes a bathroom break at home. “Unless I give you instructions to the contrary, I want you to take it upon yourself to stick things down your throat. Get used to going down on a tooth brush or a celery stalk. I want you to try the same things up your ass,” he reiterated some of his instructions from earlier that night so that Barbie understood she was going to be in constant training even at school and home and fully dressed. “I thought I was forbidden from masturbating, Sir?” Barbie had been keeping up with the owner’s manual he made her write out on the first day of training. “You are! I don’t want you playing with yourself! That doesn’t mean you can’t try to pinch your nose and go down on a banana or stick one up your ass. The only time you take an actual cock though is when I tell you!” Joe let his dick flop in her face and told her to crawl behind him down the hall while he led her to his room. Once again Barbie’s fears gripped her as Joe opened the door. It was only a matter of time before someone in the family caught them at their dirty little flashing games around the house. They were lucky once again though and she crawled dutifully behind into his room. Barbie was finally going to get to give her Master her ass. It was something she had been looking forward to ever since he’d told her he was going to take it. It was also something that filled her with a sort of dread. She knew only really naughty girls took it up the ass. She wondered how badly it might hurt. If it would stretch her out permanently. Yet, despite her fears Barbie wanted him to claim her last virgin hole, only virgin because a cock had not been in it. Fingers had been. She wanted him to take her and make her his. Tonight she had posed like a piece of real estate, the buyers poking and prodding her, treating her as if she was a thing, not a woman - or maybe a mindless animal - with no respect for the fact that she had been their equal only days earlier. Just allowing guys to treat her that way had humbled and aroused her in equal measure. Becky had even complained about having a hole guys were not allowed to use and that had affected Barbie as well. If Becky wasn’t scared to offer her butt, Barbie knew she could do it too. Part of Barbie had known it was her competitiveness talking but there was more to it than that. Becky had wanted to be able to offer hers for sale, although for Becky it had been about possessing an enticement that would improve her chances of making bank. For Barbie it had been about being her Master’s perfect three hole slut. She was also glad she was being made to save it so her Master could take it first. She wasn’t so naive to not know it would hurt the first time but she’d known her pussy would be stretched and sore after her Master had claimed it and it had been a wonderful sort of hurt so why would giving up her ass be any different? The only difference was that after her Master had claimed her pussy, he’d then rented its use to paying customers just hours later. Her asshole was something she’d used since birth but simply for a different purpose. Tonight her final hole would be fully put to use as a slut whore’s ass should be and she only hoped it’d be pleasing enough and not a major letdown for him when his cock explored her most secret of depths. She had finished her preparations, showered in cold water and taken another enema. She’d lubed her ass with baby oil and fixed her makeup. Still, Barbie worried. She worried she’d leave poop on his cock if her bowels weren’t clean enough. She worried he’d get angry with her for not being satisfying enough. She worried her ass would still be too dry and hurt his plundering cock. She worried about a hundred things including how much it would hurt her before the endorphins kicked in, much like she’d worried the first time before he’d spanked her. She knew she was overthinking things. It wasn’t HER asshole anymore, it was already her Master’s - he just had never fully used it before. He’d put his thumb in there and made her suck it afterwards to prove to her that enemas were effective. If it was too tight for him, he’d stretch it. If it was dirty, he’d make her clean it. If it was dry, he’d lubricate it more. Knowing those things didn’t stop her from being frightened though. She hoped he would be prepared when she cried out and she wanted to apologize to him in advance and beg him to ... to what? To be gentle? To gag her? To ram it in before she could process the fact that his cock was in her tightest hole? To shove something else into her asshole first like he’d made her fuck herself before he’d taken her cunt? “Are you ready?” Joe asked his sister when she crawled into his room. “Yes Master. Please fuck my asshole and make it yours too,” Barbie begged, knowing she meant every word. “You’re not scared?” He wondered aloud with a smile, coming closer to her, his erection waggling in front of her eyes. “No, Master. Well maybe a little. Your cock is a lot bigger than Duncan’s,” she joked. It was the wrong thing to say. Joe didn’t like being compared with anyone, especially a pimple-faced kid who she’d given his first blowjob to. In his mind, his sister thinking about another boy was the biggest insult she could have uttered at that particular moment. “You want Duncan to open your ass first, bitch? You ungrateful little cunt!” He hissed, making Barbie instantly terrified. “No, Sir! It was just a joke! I want YOU to take my ass first! After that, there’ll be no going back for me. I’ll be your three hole slut, just like I’ve dreamed about! You’ll be able to fuck your girlfriends and me and compare our holes!” “Pet mode! Shut the fuck up and show me your shit chute, now! I was going to be gentle with you for your first time but you blew that all to hell!” Joe made Barbie hold her cheeks apart so he could see her little pink asshole. It calmed him down some just seeing the hole that had never before been plundered. It was shiny and smooth. Shiny from the Vaseline she used on herself at his command and looking so innocent and pink. Joe bent her over the bed and stuck just the tip of his cock into her anus. Barbie cooed and bit her lip. She shut her eyes. “Relax your sphincter,” Joe had never had anal sex either but he projected confidence. He had seen plenty of porn of it and many of the girls made it seem like no big deal. Barbie squealed at first and made a disgusted face when the sound of air escaped her asshole the first time Joe plunged his cock into her tight little opening. He had only made it in a few inches when he began talking dirty and playing with her hard nipples. “My filthy little sister, you liked fucking all those guys tonight? Didn’t you” “Yes Master!” she gasped as Joe stretched her anus open even further and penetrated her. It felt like the ultimate act of submission to give him the most intimate part of her body. Joe stretched her out. “Who was your favorite cock tonight beside mine?” he asked. “Uh, I can’t remember Sir?” Barbie wasn’t thinking about tonight. She was caught up in the moment with her Master. Joe put one hand around her throat and used another hand to wrap her hair into a pony tail around his fist. Then he began to pound her ass mercilessly driving himself all the way in and almost all the way out. He called her a cunt, and a whore and the more disgusting his words the more she bucked back on him. Her pussy was frothing and she was desperate for something to fill it. Instead, Joe took her back door and stretched her out until finally he announced he was going to cum. “Yes, yes, yes, cum for me Master!” Becky brought her legs up onto the bed so that Joe could stand up and finish pumping his load into her. “Cum all in my ass! Yes, your warm jizz! Oh god, yes!” it was the first time in her life Becky ever orgasmed without touching her clit. She was soaked and the tip of Joe’s bed was coated in her juices. Joe pulled out and there was a satisfying pop from her ass. He directed her to clean his cock with his mouth and then slurp up her juices from the bedspread. “Then I want to see you squat and drip that cum out and recycle it for me while I fall asleep. Once I give you the order you can return to your room tonight. Be back here at 4:30 AM sharp and wait in the show girl position. Barbie thanked him and played with the cum that dripped from her ass. She rubbed a little on her nipples and lips while sucking it in and out of her mouth and then spitting it on the floor so she could lap it up. She didn’t swallow it when he ordered her to return to her room. He hadn’t told her to swallow it. She crawled across the hall to her own bed and chose to sleep on the floor without a pillow or blanket and imagine she was back in his room. She let his spent cum dissolve in her mouth as she dreamt of the naughty night she had. Images of cocks, cum, and grinning high school boys filled her dreams. Her body needed rest. She was sore from being spanked and rode hard all night. She didn’t sleep that well but in the morning her alarm went off and she had enough time to crawl across the hall to her brother’s room and wait. She knew he was pretending to sleep and watching her. She silently stood in the showgirl position with her foot forward on display as she had the night before while boys poked and inspected her. Joe woke up and pointed to his dick. “Come and get breakfast, slut!” he pulled the sheet off and he was already hard. He had been thinking about the many ways he planned to use her. Barbie smiled after waiting 15 minutes in his room. She was incredibly eager to go down on her brother. He grabbed her hair and scolded her for not grabbing her butt cheeks and pulling them apart now. “Unless you are in a special position I want you holding them apart!” Barbie thought it was silly since no one was behind her watching but she obeyed her brother and parted her ass crack. She had to use just her mouth to suck his cock. It was something he made both her and Barbie do frequently so that they could use their hands to jerk off boys waiting their turns. It made her focus on using her mouth only to please her Master and not caress his balls with her hands or jerk him off. She felt like she should be doing more to please him but this was certainly enough. He spunked in her mouth and told her to hold it in her mouth and play with it. Joe stood up and inspected his sister’s body for bruises. She had a few marks on her but nothing that would raise too many eyebrows. He tossed her one of the bikinis they bought at the Goodwill. It was small but at least it wasn’t just a thong like the one that Candy wore to dance in. Her nipples were barely covered and her breasts were exposed on both sides. Joe told her to run barefoot today and chew the cum like it was gum. “Yes Master,” she giggled. “What if Mom sees me on the way out of the house?” she asked. They had been lucky up until this point. Their mom was an early riser and she was the only one likely to be poking around at this time of the morning in the house. “Oh she IS going to see you!” Joe explained as they jogged downstairs. He was wearing normal shorts and a tank-top with tennis shoes. It was Florida so it wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for someone to be a bikini but no one jogged in one. Barbie shuddered at the thought of her mother catching her in this bikini. She trusted Joe to have a plan but she wanted to know more. Joe directed her to jog with her knees up and frequently made her run and hold her ass cheeks or tits as they made the loop around their neighborhood on Alexa street. “You are going to clean the pool, make breakfast and then when Mom sees you I want you to act like it is no big deal to be in a bikini,” Joe explained. The bikini would raise eyebrows on the beach but it was hardly the skimpiest thing anyone ever saw at Sebastian Beach. It would definitely be unacceptable to her mother though. “Do you want me to get grounded, Master?” Barbie asked politely. “You are already grounded,” Joe reminded her playfully that she was under his supervision. “That is just to get mom’s attention,” He explained the rest of the plan to her as they jogged. When they made it to Mr. Johnson’s house he was outside watering his hedges as if he were waiting on the pair of them. Barbie was still smacking the cum in her mouth like it was chewing gum when Joe waved at him and slowed her down so they could all talk. “Keep your legs moving so your heart rate doesn’t drop,” Joe instructed her to run in place while he caught up with Mr. Johnson. “I see you are working on your sister’s shyness today!” Mr. Johnson offered a hearty laugh. It was pretty clear the pretty teen girl seemed more like an extrovert based on how she was strutting around in the skimpy bikini. “Yeah, she said that this bikini was too skimpy to go to the beach in. Do you think so?” Joe asked Mr. Johnson to take a look at it. “No, it’s fine! I’ve seen girls wearing far less at the beach!” Mr. Johnson thought nothing of answering that. “She said she is hanging out of it. You can’t see her nipples can you?” Joe insisted his sister turn and jiggle her tits and then jump up and down so that she could prove her nipples would not flop out. They almost did but she didn’t have a wardrobe malfunction. Mr. Johnson smiled and enjoyed the show. “Bend over and let him see if anything pops out” Joe insisted his sister show him. She pretended to be a little reluctant to bend over and kept moving her feet slightly so that she was still technically jogging as she spread her legs and showed him her ass. “If your bikini covers everything then there is nothing to worry about,” Joe laughed. Just the hint of dark skin around Barbie’s wonderful anus was visible and the outline of her clit but she was technically street legal in Sebastian Florida. Mr. Johnson pronounced the bikini just right. “See, Barbie! You know what that means?” Joe asked his sister. He hadn’t discussed with her what it means. Barbie assumed she just lost an imaginary bet and would have to do something humiliating for him. “It means I have to run home naked, Sir?” she guessed. “Not only naked but with your bikini stuffed in your mouth. Don’t you remember making the bet? You said there was no way Mr. Johnson would think this bikini was acceptable and that if he did not only would you run home naked with the bikini in your mouth you would wear it to the beach today!” Joe embellished a little on the stakes of the bet. He was pleasantly surprised that Barbie had been able to ad-lib a little. Barbie stepped out of the bikini bottoms first and wadded them up while lifting her legs and jogging in place. She stuffed them in her mouth then she removed the top she was wearing and did the same thing. She let the tiny pink suit hang out of her mouth slightly as she jogged for her brother while the two finished talking. “What is it you want, Barbie?” Joe pretended she was mumbling and interrupting his small talk. “Do you need to pee?” he asked. Barbie realized the answer he expected was yes. She nodded her head and mumbled affirmative. “Then pee,” Joe pointed to the grass at his feet. Barbie was startled. It was 5 in the morning and no one else was around. The sun wasn’t up yet and it was still a little dark out. She was still shocked that he’d make her pee in public. She still hadn’t grown used to being stark naked and now she was expected to squat in public and pee like a dog. As she squatted down and held her ass cheeks apart she spread her legs so that Mr. Johnson and her brother had a perfect view of her open slit. “Wow, you’ve got her trained like a good puppy,” Mr. Johnson grinned in disbelief as the pretty teenage let out a stream of warm yellow liquid on his lawn. He sprayed the area with water slightly to wash it away from his grass. “Hit her with a quick spray on the cunt. No toilet paper,” Joe suggested. Mr. Johnson wasn’t sadistic or malicious but he grinned at the opportunity to crimp his garden hose and spray her bald pussy. It made him feel power to spray the phallic garden hose on her while she squatted at his feet and permitted him to drench her pussy and ass. “We’ll see you tomorrow,” Joe pulled his sister up by her ear and smacked her on the butt. Then he led her back to the house completely naked. A car did pull down the street but if they saw the girl was naked they didn’t say anything or stop. Barbie’s heart was pounding and she was grinning. That had been so much fun. The risk of being caught without actually being caught. Joe led her around to the backyard and let her change into the bikini and taught her how to clean the pool with a net. He checked the chlorine levels for her and supervised while she strained and scrubbed the pool. Once she was finished he took her into the kitchen to start breakfast. Her mother was already awake and working on it in her house coat. “Mom, I told you to sleep in. Barbie has already cleaned the pool and now she is going to prepare a wonderful breakfast,” he said. Helen had her back to them. She was bending over and putting something in the oven. She stood up and turned around to say something about not wanting the toast burned. Instead, she froze in place and her jaw dropped open when she saw her daughter’s bikini. Barbie stood akimbo with her weight on her hip casually in a very aloof pose with her arms folded across her chest the way that Becky often did. This was the part of the plan that her brother had told her this morning that she didn’t think her mom was going to go for. Barbie felt so naughty and so exposed at the same time. Her mother’s dour gaze and unrelenting stare made Barbie worry she would fold under the pressure. Barbie cleared her throat and began to explain. 35

Trophy Girlfriend by Vanessa Evans Part 2 SATURDAY It was only after Caleb’s cock entered the still sleeping Cora again, after dawn, and them fucking to another mutual orgasm that Cora thought about asking Caleb if he had fucked one of his mates girlfriends the previous evening. However, she chickened out and only asked if they had played ‘the’ game. When Caleb answered in the affirmative Cora didn’t know if she wanted to know the answer to the question about what round 3 was and anyway, she didn’t have the nerve to ask. Instead she just smiled and said that she hoped that he had an enjoyable evening. Then Cora, thinking about what Wendy had said about candaulism, she asked, “Caleb, if you are going to get me to play that game again could we play it outside somewhere public where people can see us?” “Wow Cora, I knew that you were a bit of a closet exhibitionist but I guessed that it would take a lot longer to get you to come out. I’m sure that we can fix up something but it may take a while. In the mean time I’m pretty confident that we can play the game indoors, or maybe in the back garden about once a week.” “Good,” Cora replied, “you know that it’s all your fault Caleb, it’s the effect that you have on me and the things that you have already persuaded me to do.” “Persuaded, no, more like helped you to free yourself.” “I love you Caleb.” “And I love you too Cora.” They got up and had a normal Saturday until the evening when it was time to get ready to go to the Summer Ball. Cora spent ages making sure that there wasn’t even a trace of hair below her neck then she did her hair and put on just a little makeup. Caleb was ready to leave and was just watching Cora get ready. After she slipped on the dress Caleb went to her, kissed her then got out of his jacket pocket a new necklace and earrings for her. As Cora was putting the earrings on Caleb pulled the 2 sides that were covering her tits to the middle then tweaked both Cora’s bare nipples saying, “Got to make sure that they are nice and proud.” Cora looked down to her chest and saw the 2 pencil eraser sized nipples looking as hard as they had ever been. “Gawd,” Cora thought, “Caleb really does want me to stand out.” Then she said, “I can’t go with my girls out, you got them out so can you put them back in please?” Caleb did so with a big grin on his face. As Cora was putting her heels on they heard the beeping of their taxi’s horn and Caleb reached I between the slit at the front of her dress, gave her clit a quick rub then said, “Let’s go.” As they walked out to the taxi Cora saw the taxi driver looking at her and she thought, “Well I guess that he’s the first to see my pussy tonight, I’d better get used to it.” Caleb held one of the back doors open for Cora to get in and watched as the skirt part of the dress opened revealing Cora’s naked legs, right up to her belly. He smiled as he walked round to the other side of the car and got in. Cora had tried to pull the 2 sides of the skirt together but they fell between her legs leaving her bare pubes visible but the taxi driver would have needed a camera built into the back of his seat to see anything. As they drove Caleb talked to the driver about the football and at the same time he had his hand on Cora’s thigh and was rubbing up and down, quickly reaching Cora’s slit. Instinctively Cora spread her legs a little to give him access and by the time that they arrived at the hotel Cora’s pussy was quite wet and her clit was out having had a little attention but wanting more. Caleb had intended to get out and go round to open Cora’s door but the driver beat him to it and Cora couldn’t avoid letting him have a good look at her bald pubes and slit. They linked arms and started to walk in. Cora quickly realised that the 2 halves of the front of her skirt were floating back behind her leaving her pussy totally exposed so she asked, then begged Caleb to slow down. But he didn’t and she was relieved when they got to the door to the ballroom and the skirt part fell back into place, just covering her slit and clit that by then Cora had realised was going to be sticking out from behind it’s hood, and visible to goodness knows how many people for most of the night. They were met by a man in a tuxedo checking tickets then one of a line of 5 girls in French Maid’s outfits asked Caleb’s for his name then handed both Cora and Caleb little masks, like fancy blindfolds but with holes for their eyes. Cora immediately put hers on hoping that if there was anyone there that she knew they wouldn’t be able to recognise her. Then the French Maid led them to their table. Again Cora realising that her skirt was flowing back revealing her bare legs right up to and including her bald pubes. Cora tried to avoid looking to see how many people noticed her exposure but she did see 2 middle-aged men staring at her. At their table Cora was shocked to see one of Caleb’s mates, George, who Like Caleb, hadn’t put his mask on. On both sides of George were girls but Cora easily guessed which one was with George, she was the one who was also wearing a very revealing dress, Cora could see her tits with protruding, big nipples through the thin, semi-sheer material of her top. “Wow Cora,” George said, “I nearly didn’t recognise you with your clothes on.” “The old jokes never die.” Caleb replied as he introduced Lucy, George’s other half.” Cora was dying for Lucy to stand up to see if the bottom half of her dress was as sheer as the top half but she didn’t. What Lucy did do was put her hand out for Cora to shake and say, “Hi, I heard that Caleb had got a new girlfriend and that she was stunning, George was right, you are beautiful, and I like your dress. I can see that you are going to have some fun tonight.” “Hi,” Cora replied, “And it looks like you’ll be attracting a lot of male eyes as well.” “I hope so.” Lucy said. There were 2 seat free on the other side of Lucy to George and Caleb took Cora to them. Assuming that the girls would want to talk he pulled out the chair next to Lucy for Cora to sit on. Cora was pleased that she didn’t have to worry about her slit and clit being on display for a while. What she hadn’t thought about was that she’d have to turn her upper body from side to side to talk to both Caleb and Lucy. Lucy and Cora started talking, the usual girly getting to know each other talk whilst Caleb and George had their own conversation, a bit louder so that they could hear each other. Two more couples came and sat at the table and there were introductions all round, neither Cora or Lucy getting up to shake hands. As Cora was shaking hands with the second man she saw that his eyes were on her chest. Looking down she saw that both her nipples had escaped from the dress and were proudly pointing forward. “Oops, sorry, I didn’t realise. I guess that I’m going to have a battle with this dress tonight.” Cora said. “That’s okay Cora my dear, we’re not offended and everyone has wardrobe malfunctions at times.” As he was saying that Cora felt Caleb’s hand on her bare thigh near her knee, then she felt it slide up pushing the dress further off her legs. Cora did a silent gasp as the side of his hand touched her clit. She opened her legs a little to give his access then blushed a little when she saw Lucy looking down at her lap. “Relax Cora,” Lucy said, “there will probably be half a dozen pussies in this room with a man’s hand on them by now, look at my lap.” Cora did and saw 3 things, firstly Lucy’s skirt was semi-sheer and it too had a split up the front, and George’s hand was between her legs on her pussy. “Caleb never told me what sort of Summer Ball this is, is it the local ‘grope your girlfriend society’s summer ball’?” Cora asked Lucy who laughed. “No, nothing like that, it’s the local strippers convention.” “What!?” “Just kidding, it’s the local Federation of Small Business’ gathering. Most of the people here run a small business and they like to get together once a year to forget their financial worries and let their hair down. There will be 2 or 3 people ranting on about how to make a business successful soon, then the buffet then the dancing.” “Oh, okay, can we get a drink here or is the place TT?” Cora asked. Lucy turned to George, whispered something then George stood up, apologised to Cora and told Caleb that they were going to the bar. Caleb also apologised then asked Cora what she wanted then the guys left. “Fancy those 2 forgetting about the booze.” Lucy said. “Must have something to do with you Cora, new meat and all that.” “What,” Cora replied, “Caleb doesn’t treat me like a piece of meat.” “No, no, I meant that the pair of them like having a new, gorgeous body to stare at and get their hands on. I heard that you played their ‘game’ the other week.” “Oh yes, only rounds 1 and 2, Caleb thought that I was too tired to do round 3. You know he wouldn’t even tell me what round 3 was but I’ve guessed that it was them fucking me.” “No Cora, round 3 isn’t fucking, round 3 is them trying to deep throat you. Has Caleb got his cock down your throat yet?” “Yes, we spent a few days about a month back getting me to loose my gag reflex.” “Did it work?” “Yes, I can take all of his cock now.” “Good, you’ll be okay with round 3 then. After that it’s round 4.” Cora was a bit shocked, she’d never considered deep throating as part of the game but when she thought back they’d got her on her back on the coffee table, all they’d have to do was pull her up a bit so that her head was hanging over the end and she’d be in the perfect position. Cora was just about to ask what round 4 was when Caleb and George returned. As soon as Caleb sat down his hand went straight to Cora’s pussy causing her to gasp a little as his hand was cold having had a glass of beer in it. Both guys were carrying trays with 4 glasses on them and Caleb told Cora that they were stocking up ready for when the speakers start. Then he told Cora that there was table service for drinks, that the girls dressed as French Maids would get drinks for them. Cora had seen the French Maids walking about and hadn’t taken much notice of them but she started to keep an eye out for them. Soon she saw one of the girls carrying a tray of drinks to a nearby table and she saw the girl bend over to put the drinks on the table. The thing was, her outfit included a very short, flared skirt and when she bent over Cora could see both of the girl’s butt cheeks and her pussy between them. The girls was knickerless and Cora wondered if it was just her or all the French Maids were knickerless. Cora didn’t say anything to Caleb but decided to check the other French Maids if the opportunity arose. Meanwhile, Caleb’s hand had found its way back to Cora’s pussy and was gently rubbing her clit causing her to worry that he might make her cum. This worry increased quite soon as the first speaker started, Cora didn’t want to have a noisy orgasm whilst the only sound in the room was the speaker going on about something that Cora wasn’t interested in. It was during the seconds speaker’s talk that Cora’s orgasm arrived. She pressed her mouth lips together to try to keep quiet but some sounds did escape and Lucy turned to see what was wrong with Cora who turned sharply to Caleb to plead with her eyes for him to stop, then she turned to Lucy because she’d heard Lucy whispering something to her. What Lucy saw when Cora had turned to her was both of Cora’s tits that had escaped from her dress. Lucy didn’t say anything to Cora, what she did do was tap on George’s hand that was on her pussy, and keep tapping until George turned his head and saw Cora’s tits. George just smiled and like Lucy, said nothing. Cora’s orgasm subsided, mainly because Caleb had stopped rubbing her clit but he still had his hand on her pussy. Cora didn’t realise that her tits were out and no one told her, in fact it wasn’t until the third speaker finished his talk that she found out. Everyone was clapping and one of the other men at their table turned for some reason and it was his double take that made Cora look down at her chest. She immediately stopped clapping and straightened her dress. The funny thing was that she didn’t blush or feel embarrassed, but she did reach for her drink and swallow most of it in one go. Once the applause had died down someone announced that the buffet was open and Caleb didn’t put his hand back on Cora’s pussy, instead he said that they should wait to go to the buffet, to let the rush die down. Cora wondered if it was really so that he could walk her through all the tables letting lots of people see her dress floating back and exposing her slit and clit. Then she remembered that Lucy’s dress was slightly see-through so people would be looking at her as well. Lucy turned to Cora and asked her to go to the ladies room with her. As they got up Cora had to straighten her dress and she heard George say, “Gossip time.” Cora had to walk fast to keep up with Lucy and she just knew that the dress would be floating back and that her slit and clit were on display but she ignored it as most of the men on the tables that they went passed were already on their way to the buffet. All the other women at the Ball must have been more interested in the buffet because Cora and Lucy were the only ones in the ladies. “I like your dress Cora.” Lucy said, “Just the sort that I’d expect from Caleb.” “Thank you Lucy. It wasn’t quite like this when Caleb bought it, I had to make some alterations for him to be happy with it.” “Don’t tell me, there was some cord or something up the sides making it possible for you to hide a bra or knickers?” “Yes, how did you know?” “I’ve known Caleb long enough and he’s just like George. I swear that he’d have me come here naked if he thought I could get away with it.” “Caleb said that as well. He also told me that all I’m going to wear for Halloween is a thin layer of paint, go as Cat Woman.” “Hmm, George was think of that as well. I’ll let him and Caleb sort that out.” “Your dress is nice too, did George pick it?” “How can you tell?” “See-through.” “Yes, he wouldn’t let me wear a slip or underwear, not that I own any underwear these days.” “Me neither, Caleb didn’t actually tell me to stop wearing any knickers but our love making was so much more intense when I hadn’t been wearing any that I decided to stop.” “Me too, I take it that the same trick worked with your skirts Cora?” “Yep, I only have micros and minis now, at least I still have some minis that I can wear for work, I’m wondering when he’ll find a way of getting me to wear just micros for work. Minis are embarrassing enough at times but micros? I guess that the guys at work will enjoy the frequent flashes of my pussy but I don’t know what my boss will say.” “I’m the same, I got round the boss problem by flashing him first, trying to embarrass him and catching him looking, then threatening to tell his wife.” “That’s a good idea. I’ll remember that if Caleb persuades me to wear micros. Hey Lucy, after the guys played their game with me the other day Caleb told me that he didn’t use his hand or his mouth on me. What was all that about, why didn’t he have his turn with me?” “Cora, part of the game is for the host to miss out on the fun then really fuck the brains out of their girl later when they are alone. Caleb did do that to you didn’t he?” “Yes he did, it was wonderful, so do I assume that it’s the same for Harry’s and Jack’s girlfriends?” “Willow and Emily, yes, they’re both like you and me. I swear that those guys searched for girls like us.” “Well I wasn’t like this when Caleb first asked me out.” “I wasn’t with George to start with, those guys must have devised a plan that they’ve all worked to.” “I have to say that whatever it was it has made me into a happy girl. Okay, I still get a bit embarrassed when people see my tits or pussy but I also get turned on by it.” “Me too, I enjoy the teasing. I love it when a man ‘accidentally’ sees my bare pussy and he gets all embarrassed.” “Yeah, I’ve started to notice that as well, maybe we should try that tonight?” “You already are Cora, quite a few out there have seen your pussy already.” “Not all of it.” Just then the door opened and a couple of girls walked in. They were probably a little bit older than Lucy and Cora but Cora noticed that both girls were wearing slightly see-through dresses and there was no evidence of underwear. As they walked back to their table Cora wondered if all the girls there, and just about all the women that Cora had seen so far were young enough to be called girls, were knickerless and enjoyed flashing their goodies. Cora smiled to herself when she wondered if there was a ban on knickers at the Ball. She also looked at all the men around them to see if they were looking her way. Cora felt her pussy get a little wetter when she saw one man looking at her. On top of that Cora was seriously considering that she was an exhibitionist like Caleb had said. Back at the table both Caleb and George asked where they’d been and grabbed their hands and led them to the buffet. Cora again thinking about the skirt part of her dress that was floating behind her. When Cora was filling her plate she had to bend and twist a little and Caleb noticed that her left tit had escaped but he didn’t say anything, and Cora didn’t notice right until she put her plate on their table. “Oops.” Cora said, but she didn’t look to see if anyone had seen her exposure. What she did say was to Caleb, “Why didn’t you tell me that my tit was out?” “Because I wanted people to see it.” Caleb replied. Cora didn’t bother replying. At the table, both Caleb and Cora saw another of the French Maids bending over to put drinks on a table and pick up empties. They both saw the girl’s bare butt and Cora again thought about all the girls there being knickerless. Cora’s, and Lucy’s, pussies got a little neglected when they were eating but Caleb’s hand was back resting and gently rubbing her clit just as soon as he’d finished eating. But when he went to have another drink he saw that his glass was empty. He was just thinking about going and getting some drinks when we saw down the top of a French Maid who was delivering some drinks to the people on the other side of our table. The outfit must have been too big for her little tits and we saw her nipples hanging down. Caleb called for the French Maid to come round to him and when she did she took the order, but as she was doing so she had to bend a little to hear Caleb and Cora saw that she was looking down at her bald pubes with Caleb’s hand on her pussy. Order taken, the girl stood up straight, looked at Cora and smiled. When she brought the drinks back she stood in the same place and kept looking down at Cora’s pussy after putting each drink on the table. Food eaten there was some more talking and Lucy suggested that all 4 guys and the 4 girls go on holiday together, She suggested a villa on the Mediterranean somewhere, a villa big enough for all 4 couples. Both Caleb and George liked the idea and promised to discuss it with Harry and Jack. Shortly after that the dancing started and before long all 4 were up in the dancing area along with lots of other people. As they danced Cora noticed a few things, firstly lots of other girls were wearing dresses that revealed a lack of underwear especially when the white strobe lights or the UV lights caught them. Secondly, quite a few couples were all over each other, including George and Lucy and Caleb and herself. And with a little help from Caleb Cora’s tits spent more time out of her dress than in. Also his hands kept drifting down her sides and eased the 2 halves of the front of her dress apart meaning her bald pubes were on display quite a lot. Cora’s exposure didn’t get noticed that much because most couples were more interested in their partners, but Cora did notice the same couples dancing close to them quite a lot. During their breaks for dancing the group went back to their table for rests and more drinks. Both Caleb and Cora spotting the bare butts, and sometimes pussies, of more of the French Maids. All 4 of them were drinking quite a bit and getting quite ‘happy’ and as the night wore on Cora spend a lot of time not even thinking about her pussy and tits being exposed by Caleb. She even walked back to the table for a rest with her tits on full display one time and she even didn’t bother looking to see if anyone was looking. Caleb, on the other hand, always steered Cora between the tables that had men sat at them who were looking around the room. Caleb was displaying Cora to them and she didn’t even realise. Towards the end of the evening Caleb took things one stage further and unfastened the white cotton rope that was holding Cora’s dress together. The rope disappeared into one of George’s pockets and it took a few minutes for Cora to even realise that the rope had gone. As Cora danced both parts of the dress were swaying from side to side giving anyone looking glimpses of her naked front or naked butt. When Lucy saw what Caleb had done, and the results, she leant over to Cora and told her that she was displaying everything. “I know, fun isn’t it?” The slightly tipsy Cora replied. Lucy smiled and just knew that Cora would fit in to their little group quite well. Twice, Caleb moved behind Cora and pushed the shoulder straps off Cora’s shoulders and Cora ended up totally naked on the dance floor for a few seconds until she pulled the dress back up. The first time Cora reacted immediately, but the second time she screamed and made a terrible job of covering her tits and pussy for a few seconds before squatting and pulling her dress up. Lucy later asked Cora if the scream and delay was deliberate. Cora responded by smiling and asking Lucy what she thought. Caleb later gave her a big kiss and asked her if she wanted him to do it again. Again, Cora smiled the said, “Look what you’re turned me in to.” “And you’re starting to enjoy every second of it Cora.” “Me!?” Was all Cora said. Unfortunately, Caleb didn’t get the chance to strip Cora in public again because the evening was coming to an end. Cora and Lucy exchanged phone numbers then the 4 of them left to get taxis home. Cora wasn’t happy with the way she looked in the dress with no belt but both of them liked the way that the front part floated apart and round her back, often exposing one or both tits. Cora wasn’t impressed with the dress like that when in her mind she thought that she looked like she was wearing a roller towel. Having said that, the taxi driver was impressed, especially as Caleb managed to get the dress off Cora on the way home and the driver got to see her totally naked when he opened her door for her to get out, Caleb having taken her dress with him when he got out. Their lovemaking lasted over an hour before they finally got to sleep. ***** TUESDAY On the Tuesday Caleb had a surprise for Cora. After their tea Caleb told Cora to go and have a shower and that when she got back downstairs there would be a surprise present for her. Cora, like most girls, likes presents, so she happily obliged. When she got back downstairs she was met by Lucy and 2 other girls, all of them as naked as she was. Cora was introduced to Emily, Harry’s girlfriend, and Willow, Jack’s girlfriend and saw that Willow and Emily were of a similar build and similar small breasts to both Lucy and herself, Cora thinking that Caleb and his mates all had the same preferences in women. Caleb kissed Cora then left, telling Cora that he was off to the gym and that she was to have a good time. As Cora opened a couple of bottles of wine Lucy told Cora that because she was now part of ‘the gang’, they were going to play a game, a girl’s version of the guy’s game. Lucy explained that around once per week they meet up at one of their houses and the occupier of that house is the star of the game. It being Cora’s house she was told to go and get a blindfold and get prepared for some fun. To allay Cora’s possible fears Lucy told Cora that none of them were lesbians but they all appreciated a sweet woman’s body. As Cora was getting the same blindfold as with the guys she wondered how many rounds there were to the game. She had an idea what rounds 1 and 2 could be, but no idea what any other rounds could be. Like with the guys, the blindfolded Cora was told to lay on her back on the coffee table then Lucy told her that one of them was going to bring her off with their hands and Cora had to guess who it was. In the past Cora had once experimented with another girl. She had enjoyed it but she still preferred boys. Cora just didn’t realise that her appreciation of other girl’s bodies and what they could do to other girls was about to increase 10 fold. Cora soon discovered that a girl caressing her body could easily be a lot more sensual than a man doing it, even Caleb. Cora was happy, very happy, with how Caleb caressed her body but that first girl’s administrations were different, more gentle and the girl knew just where to touch Cora to raise her arousal level. Cora was moaning almost as soon as the girl touched her nipples and when the hand went to her pussy it really did know how to bring Cora to an orgasm quickly. When Cora had her wits about her again Lucy asked her who’s hand it was. Of course Cora got it wrong (no girl ever got it right, or that was what they were led to believe), so a second girl’s hand got to work on Cora’s body and soon Cora was jerking about as she reached her second climax of the evening. Again Cora guessed wrong and wasn’t sure what would happen next. When she had been playing the guys game one of the guys had missed out on masturbating her so Cora was almost expecting the girls game to move on to round 2, but it didn’t. A third hand started caressing her little tits and soon Cora reached her third climax of the evening. “Well Cora,” Lucy announced, “you got all three wrong so we have to move on to round 2, spread your legs as wide as you can.” Cora correctly guessed that her pussy was about to be eaten by another girl and that would be only the second time that that had ever happened. Cora’s first time had been okay, but nothing special. However, this time, Lucy or Emily or Willow soon educated Cora in the fact that girls in their early twenties were a lot better at eating pussy than Cora’s previous experience and Cora was soon gasping for breath as the mouth licked, chewed, sucked and tried to swallow Cora’s clit and try to find her G-spot and lick her cervix with her tongue. Cora wanted it to last longer, a lot longer, but the girl was too good and Cora didn’t last long before trying to wake their neighbours all down the street with her screams of pleasure. Of course Cora wrongly guessed who’s mouth it was and the second girl took over. Maybe Cora was getting used to having her pussy eaten or the second girl wasn’t as good, but she was certainly good enough to make Cora cum again for the fifth time that evening. Cora’s name guess was wrong again and the third girl started on her nipples. It wasn’t long before her clit was being caressed and abused and Cora was cumming again. “Sorry Cora,” Lucy said, “you failed again so we have to move on to round 3.” Cora half suspected what round 3 would be and that was something that Cora had never done before. Her suspicions were confirmed when she was lifted off the coffee table and put on the floor, then she felt knees either side of her chest. Cora felt a wet pussy touch her nose then her whole mouth was covered in the pussy. Cora didn’t need to be told what to do, it was just that she wasn’t sure how to do it. Something in her head told her to do to whoever what had just been done to her, so she did. Thankfully the girl kept lifting herself up a bit to allow Cora to breathe, and to swallow the juices that were going into her mouth. Cora had no idea how long it took her but the screams of pleasure from above, and the extra juices flowing into her mouth told Cora that the girl was cumming. “Wrong.” Lucy finally said as she used a towel to wipe Cora’s face. Lucy recognised Cora’s need for a drink and a short rest but she wouldn’t let Cora take the blindfold off and Cora was soon back on her back and the second girl’s pussy was being lowered onto her mouth. Unsurprisingly, Cora wrongly guessed the last 2 girls names but she had made both of them cum. Afterwards Lucy took the blindfold off and pulled Cora up to her feet. They then sat on the sofa with another bottle of wine and the girls all asked Cora what she’d thought of her initiation into their group. Cora told them that she’d enjoyed it and joked about them not really needing the guys. “Well this is usually a weekly event Cora,” Willow said, “we rotate round each of our houses.” “The guys have their fun so why shouldn’t we?” Emily asked. The girls talked, joked and laughed, and opened another bottle of wine. About 30 minutes later Lucy said, “Are you ready for round 4 Cora?” “What? What on earth could you do to me for another round?” Emily got up and went over to where they had left their clothes, got out a package and handed it to Cora. “This is for you Cora, you wear it when Caleb isn’t around and the rest will be obvious when you open the box.” Cora was puzzled but she opened the box. “Fuck girls, is this what I think it is?” “Yep,” Willow replied, “it’s all charged up and ready to go. Where’s your phone?” Cora went and got her phone and Willow downloaded an app as Cora opened the box and wondered just when Caleb would want her to wear her new remote controlled vibrator. The vibe was still in Cora’s hand when Willow remotely switched it on causing Cora to jump back in her seat and the vibe fell onto her lap. “That’s not where it goes Cora.” Lucy said, “Put it where it belongs, or do want us to put it there?” Willow switched it off and Cora got to her feet, spread her legs and pushed the vibe deep into her pussy. “Right Cora,” Lucy said, “round 4.” With that Willow started the vibrator running again, Cora squealed, grabbed her crotch and said, “Oh fuck, I wasn’t expecting that.” Within seconds Cora was transferring her weight from foot to foot and cursing and swearing. Lucy, Willow and Emily were all sat there watching Cora and laughing at her even though they all knew what Cora was going through. All 3 had gone through the same experience and regularly still do when their boyfriend get them to wear their own remote controlled vibrators and control them over the internet. In fact, Lucy had worn hers all that day at work and George had driven her crazy and actually made her cum whilst she was sat at her desk supposedly working. There was no name guessing in this round, it was simply each of the 3 girls using Cora’s phone to operate the vibrator and drive her crazy. After Willow had made her cum she explained that that type of vibrator doesn’t make some girls cum, just drives them crazy. But Willow congratulated Cora telling her that she obviously wasn’t one of the unlucky girls. Then Willow passed Cora’s phone to Emily. By the time Emily had made Cora cum, Cora was tired but that wasn’t going to stop the girls all having their turn at making Cora cum. Just as the vibrations got Cora almost dancing around, Caleb walked in. The 3 sat girls said “Hi” to him but Cora was in no state to even smile at him. In a way Lucy was being kind to Cora by turning the vibrations up to full so that Cora came quickly, Cora collapsing to the floor unable to respond to anyone. Caleb smiled at the girls then went upstairs leaving the girls to their games and talking. He’d looked at Cora and saw that she looked exhausted but that was a good sign, one that he’d hoped to see. When Cora was getting back to normal the wine glasses were topped up and the talking started up again. “Girls, do you ever think that the guys are just going out with you so that they can show you off to anyone and everyone?” Cora asked. “Blimey Cora,” Lucy asked, “what brought that on?” “When I went out with some of my friends one girl said that it sounded like Caleb was just using me for his own gratification, that he was getting off by showing my body to strangers, that it was candaulism.” “Wow,” Emily said, “I never thought of it like that, but I guess that it did look a bit like that when I first went out with Harry, before I realised that I really like things the way they are now. Cora, tell me, when Caleb dropped your dress and that summer ball, were you annoyed or anything like that? Or did it turn you on?” “I guess that it turned me on a bit.” “And do you get all wet when Caleb gets you to open the door to a delivery guy when you are naked?” “Yes.” “Then that answers your question Cora, Caleb isn’t using you, you are using him to get your rocks off by getting you to do things that you wouldn’t have had the confidence to do on your own. If that is candaulism, then bring it on baby.” It soon became time for the 3 girls to leave, their mission was accomplished and Cora was now one of the group. They slipped their dresses and shoes on and went to the waiting taxi whilst Caleb came down and carried Cora to the shower. She managed to soap and rinse herself then Caleb took pity on her, dried her and carried her to their bed. That was the first night that they had gone to bed and not fucked – apart from during Cora’s periods. Cora was passed caring and Caleb didn’t mind because it was obvious that Cora had got on well with the girlfriends of his mates and she looked knackered. ***** WEDNESDAY Cora was still tired the next morning and considered calling in sick but Caleb told her that she would do no such thing. As she climbed into the shower she realised that the vibrator was no longer inside her. “Caleb must have taken it out.” She thought as the water made her at least half awake. Caleb chose her outfit for the day and she just put it on without thinking about it. It was only when she got out of her car at her work’s parking place that she felt a chilly breeze on her pussy. Of course she’d felt that before, a disadvantage, or is it an advantage, of wearing a miniskirt on a chilly morning, but this breeze was stronger. She looked down to her skirt and realised that Caleb had got out one of her microskirts for her to wear and she hadn’t noticed. “Oh my gawd,” Cora thought, “I’m going to have to be really careful today.” ***** At this stage of the story it’s probably best that I describe Cora’s job and workplace. She works in the office of a small factory of about 20 people on the shop-floor and 4 people in the office, Cora the office junior, Mr. Hope, the boss, an accounts guy and a planning guy. The factory is one of a small group of factories around the city and the site that Cora works at also has the group’s head office. Sounds grand but only consists of 4 more people including an HR woman for the whole group. These 4 people are located in the same part of the building as Cora but in a separate office and rarely get involved in the running of the factory in which they are located. Part of Cora’s job includes going down to the shop-floor to deliver orders and collect job and time sheets. This was usually done once early morning and again late afternoon but occasionally Cora had to go down there at other times of the day. ***** For the most part of that day Cora was careful, especially when she had to go down to the shop-floor although she did notice a few of the guys staring at her more than usual and she got a couple of compliments on her looks, but on one occasion she had to get something out of the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet outside her boss’ office. His door was open and Cora smiled at him as she walked to the cabinet. Not really thinking, Cora bent at the waist and whilst she was rooting about in the cabinet she happened to see her boss looking at her, or more to the point, her bare butt and pussy because the back of her skirt had ridden up and she was standing with her feet apart and bent at the waist. Cora ignored him for a good 30 seconds then carefully looked at him again. Yes, he was still staring at her butt and pussy. Cora felt her pussy get a bit wet and tingly then she had an idea that would please Caleb. She stood up, turned and walked into her bosses office. “Mr. Hope, I just caught you staring up my skirt.” “No, no I wasn’t.” “Then why has your face gone all red? Admit it Mr. Hope, you were looking up my skirt. In the workplace that is forbidden, sexual harassment. I wonder what HR would have to say about that?” “It was your fault for wearing such a short skirt and no knickers.” “Ah, to know that I’m not wearing knickers is an admission that you were looking. Also, there is nothing in the company dress code that says I can’t wear short skirts and no knickers. I’ve never had to go next door to HR before, maybe I should go now?” “Cora, okay I admit it. I was looking at you and I have to say that you have a very beautiful body.” “Mr. Hope! How could you say such a thing, what would Mrs Hope say?” “It’s true Cora. Okay, how about I don’t raise the subject of amending the company dress code to specify knee length skirts at the next management meeting so that you can continue wearing whatever you want? Over the last couple of month I’ve noticed that your skirts have been getting shorter and shorter, and with the weather getting warmer I’m guessing that you won’t be wanting to go back to long skirts anytime soon.” “Mr. Hope, putting a girl’s skirt length into the company dress code may be classed as discrimination, would you be putting the length of men’s trousers into the rules as well? “Cora, if I agree not to raise the subject of the company dress code at the next management meeting will you agree to not tell HR about my sudden laps into voyeurism?” “And you promise not to try to look up my skirt again?” “I don’t think that I can promise that, and I doubt that you’d get that promise from any of the male workers here. You are a very attractive young lady.” “Thank you Mr, Hope. I guess that men staring is one of the drawbacks of wearing a short skirt. Okay, it’s a deal, but just to be clear, you will not get the company dress code changed and I can wear skirts as short as I want, and I will not make a complaint about you to HR nor tell your wife about your voyeuristic tendency.” “Well summarised Cora, now get back to your work please.” She did, bending over in the same way to get what she hadn’t got out of the cabinet before. As Cora walked back to her desk she was smiling to herself thinking that Caleb would be proud of her. She was a bit proud of herself as well. When Cora told Caleb about the incident that evening he pulled her to her feet, bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her. Then he told her that it was microskirts for her every day until the weather got cold. *****

The Girl at the Bus Stop by alan14 Copyright© 2021 by alan14 Chapter 41 Ernie phoned early the next morning to say he’d be round about 9:30 to measure the space in the back garden. Luckily, he was far more organised than me, and had the measurements for the cabin, and the recommended base dimensions. He turned up on time with his brother, Mick and a long tape measure. As usual no work was started until tea had been drunk, I took the opportunity to introduce Lia. “Where do you find all these beautiful girls Alex?” Ernie asked, absolutely no hint of creepiness in his question. “It’s not like I go out looking for them...” “Well, you kind of did go looking for me,” Lia broke in, smiling at Ernie as she refilled his mug. “I was only there as guardian to Katie, who was the one looking for you.” “Relax, I’m only taking the piss. You’re just an innocent bystander in all this. We control your life now.” “I don’t think she’s joking,” Ernie laughed. “Nope, she’s speaking the truth, and to be honest, I wouldn’t change a thing.” “I can see Jenny is so much happier now. I have to say though, she was a better neighbour than the new guy in her old flat.” “Oh damn, bad neighbours can ruin your life.” “Ahh no matter, he’s not terrible, just not so clean, and he plays awful music at night. Luckily I’ve got headphones for my TV so I can block him out.” “And maybe you’ll agree to move into my place, we’ve got plenty of room for you to have your own space.” “Mick’s nearly as rich as you...” “I’m not as rich as I was,” I replied, “but as long as I can still cover the bills, I’m happy.” “And that’s all anyone needs at the end of the day, enough to cover the bills and a bit left over for fun. Mick’s got a big house, how many bedrooms?” “6 bedrooms, plus the granny flat over the garage.” “6 bedrooms, that’s a lot for London, where are you?” I asked. “We’re in Dulwich, it’s my wife’s parents house, they owned it since it was built. They left Carmen the house and a decent amount of money, it means we’re semi-retired and just pick and choose jobs that interest us. And working round at my son’s favourite author’s house seems like the sort of job I should choose.” “Ahh, really, bring him round, I’ll sign some books for him.” “I might just do that, thanks.” We finished our drinks and I let everyone out into the garden. “This is a big garden,” Mick said as we walked down to the back fence, “you could fit a couple of houses back here and still have a decent sized garden for yourself.” “This is partly why we chose this house, a nice big garden for kids to play in.” “How long have you lived here?” “A little over five years,” I replied. “Your girls are all teenagers though,” Mick replied, confused. “Ahh, not these kids. It’s a long story...” “I’ll tell you later, Mick,” Ernie told him. “Ahh yes, I’m forgetting, your girls were on the telly, they’re all rescued from the streets.” “That’s right, Alex adopted us all,” Lia told him, failing to mention she’s not adopted. “Anyway, let’s look at the land we’ve got,” Ernie said, “here, hold my measure while I find the piece of paper,” he tossed the big tape measure to Mick as he dug through his pockets. “Ahh, here we go, so we need the base to be at least 5.7 x 3.8 metres, I reckon 6 x 4 to be on the safe side, you can pop planters around the edges or something. Then I was thinking about putting some decking in front, or decorative paving, you could have some seating outside then.” Lia grasped my hand, “oh wow, that sounds lovely. I’m getting so excited about this.” Ernie dropped his toolbag and pulled out a bundle of sticks with small flags attached, he stepped close to the fence and stuck one in the ground. Between them, Ernie and Mick measured out and marked the ground for the base. “We’ll need to bring in a mini-digger to level the ground, does your mate Trevor still have one?” he asked Mick. “Aye, he’s still got it, I’ll give him a call, see if it’s free, if not we can hire one for half a day. What’ll you do with the earth, Ernie?” “See that dip over the other side of the garden?” “I was thinking we could fill it in and make a nice flower bed.” Lia was beaming at the thought of flowerbeds and planters, “that would be amazing, I’d love to help. I used to help the guerrilla gardeners around Camden.” “Who are the guerrilla gardeners,” Ernie asked. “They’re a group of locals who planted flowers and trees around the area, to brighten the place up. When they first started they got into all sorts of trouble, because they were planting on council land. The residents campaigned and now the council give them a bit of funding. It’s fun work, a few of the other street kids helped them out with me.” “That’s sorted then, we’ll do a flowerbed down the side. Let’s have a look at the electrics now, that’s your area Mick.” Mick gave Lia one end of the long tape measure, “hold this love, and stand at the fence so I can measure how much cable and ducting I need.” Once he’d measured the garden, I unlocked the utility room so he could check the fuse box. Mick and Ernie had a quick chat, then they made a few phone calls. “Ok, so we can get the mini digger on Monday,” Mick said, “is it ok if I get the builders merchants to deliver all the materials tomorrow?” “That’ll be fine, there’s a track at the back of the house, they can drive their lorry down there, I’ll lift out a couple of fence panels so they can drop everything in the corner of the garden.” “Oh great, I’ll find it on the map and let them know. Are you right Ernie?” “Aye, just working out what we need.” As Ernie and Mick were leaving a courier arrived with Belle’s cameras, it was a much bigger box than we expected, the driver popped it on a trolley and wheeled it into the hallway. With the morning’s work done I was pondering what to do with the rest of the day when Helen called round. “Hey, I was having a walk and wondered if you wanted to grab a sandwich in the park?” “That would be great,” Lia replied, “unless you had other plans,” she asked me. “Nope, I’m always happy to have a bit of a wander in the park,” I answered as I went over to grab our coats from the hall cupboard. “What’s in the big box?” Helen asked as I pushed it away from the cupboard door. “Belle’s cameras,” I replied as I handed Lia her coat. “Why does Belle need a box of cameras?” “They’re part of the book project, she’s going to give cameras out to kids on the street, so they can document their life, Belle will take the memory card, then they can keep the camera to sell, or swap.” “Ahh yes, I think they mentioned this.” “She’s also bought a good camera,” Lia added, “to take some high quality shots, but she doesn’t know how to use a camera. I was wondering if maybe you could help her.” “Ohh, I’m sorry, I’ve not really got any experience working behind a camera. I know how to pose, and where to put lights and things to get the best results for a portrait. But taking photos, not really my area. I can ask around though, I’m sure I can find someone who knows street photography to help her out.” We headed out for lunch, it wasn’t yet noon, so the café was fairly quiet, we got a table inside with a view of the lake. “Thank you for sending JoJo my way. I’ve really enjoyed helping the girls out, and I suspect most of the major traumas are behind us, so now I want a little project, someone to pass on my learned experience in the modelling industry, and I think my first mentee will be the gorgeous JoJo.” “So you had a good meeting?” I asked as Kelly placed a tray of drinks on the table. “Oh yes, we had a good chat about the jobs she’s done. She’s worked a lot of catwalk shows at St Martin’s College, which explains why her agent wants her to be skinny, the fashion industry seems to be obsessed with thin girls, and I hate it.” “Did you see her tattoo?” Lia asked. “No, I didn’t,” Helen replied, “where is it?” “On her arse, it’s misspelt, I think she got it when she was drunk. I want to know what it says.” “Ahh, she kept her pants on.” “Just her pants?” Lia teased. “Err, yes, and her bra.” “She’s got a lovely figure,” Lia observed, “I could tell, naturally slim.” “Yes, she has. I think she’s a slightly taller version of Belle, her boobs are small, but perky.” “Oh my god!” Lia cried, “that’s exactly right. Why didn’t I spot that?” “I think because she’s not got Belle’s personality, just her figure, and kind of her looks.” “Can you help her find work?” “Already done,” Helen replied, a little smugly. “Really! That’s quick.” “I checked she knows how to walk, how to pose, that she can follow direction. That’s why she was stripped down to her underwear, just so you know I’m not a complete letch. She really knows what she’s doing, she has a very expressive face, she can put a lot of emotion into her poses, which is good, because a lot of models look very pretty, but there’s not a lot going on behind their eyes, if you know what I mean.” “So you’ve got her a gig?” “Yep, I’m letting her take my place in a shoot this weekend. The creative director will be a bit pissed off that she’s got small boobs, but she’s a lot prettier than me, and that’s what sells whatever he’s trying to sell, I think it’s deodorant, or it might be tampons, I can’t remember.” “How does one go about modelling for tampons,” I asked, genuinely puzzled. “Well, she’s not showing her pussy, that’s for sure.” Helen replied, “I think most of the advertising industry’s drug budget goes on perfume ads and working out ways to sell stuff they’re not allowed to actually show, like ways to stop you messing your undies when you’re on your period.” “So what will she be doing, assuming it’s a tampon advert?” “Mostly lots of poses where she stretches, showing a tantalising glimpse of her bottom.” “Why?” I asked, still puzzled. “The idea is to show she’s comfortable living an active life whilst she’s got a headache and crippling stomach cramps. I don’t know how their minds work, but that’s probably what she’ll be doing. I’ll be there with her, in my capacity as her new agent.” “Oh wow,” Lia cried, “thank you so much for helping her. Oh my god I love this family so much, you’re amazing.” “We’re amazing,” Helen corrected, “you’re a part of the family, and you’re just as amazing as everyone else.” “I guess, I certainly feel part of the family, but I’m not sure about the amazing part.” “You’ll get there, until you do, just be aware that we know you’re amazing.” Lia left the table to use the toilet, Helen leant forwards, “she’s so comfortable with you now,” she whispered, as if Lia could hear her across the room. “What do you mean?” “Well, at first she stayed a little bit away from you, leaving plenty of personal space. She didn’t do that with Jenny or the girls. But with you, it’s clear she was a little wary, even if it was subconscious. Now though, her body language is totally different, she’s sitting so close to you, and she touches your hand when she talks.” “I guess yesterday helped, we had a talk about how much Katie loves her, and how she shouldn’t worry about Poppy taking her back, because Poppy’s heart is full of Belle. Then yesterday afternoon she decided to let Jeremy deal with her father and brothers. Back home she had a big cry and fell asleep on my shoulder.” “You’re becoming quite the counsellor Alex, Jenny told me how you’d spoken to Belle as well, calming her down.” “Ahh, yes, they both had insecurities about Poppy.” “Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working well brother, because Lia is super comfortable now, and is definitely part of your family.” “We can’t adopt her, she’s an adult, although I’m not sure if it’s necessary, she’s an adult, so she can choose who she lives with.” “That’s correct, and she’s clearly happy in your house.” “Who is?” Lia said as she sat back at the table. Now Helen had mentioned it, I was conscious how close Lia’s knee was to mine, and how she touched my hand with her little finger as she spoke. “You are,” Helen answered, “I was just commenting how comfortably you’d settled into the family.” “Oh gosh yes. I love everything about the family, especially Alex’s lovely house, and Katie, I love sharing her bed, just sleeping with someone close is lovely. And I’m so looking forward to my new office.” “A new office?” Helen asked. “Oh, you don’t know, Alex has bought me a little building, it’s going at the bottom of the garden. I’m going to run the charity from there. That’s where we met JoJo, she sold us the office.” “Of course, she did mention where she worked. So, you’ll have a long commute to work.” “Hahaha, yeah, it’ll be great, Ernie’s going to help build it, then we’re making a garden with the earth he’ll be moving. It’s going to look amazing in the garden when we’ve finished.” “That’s fantastic, it’s such a shame that you’ve never really made an effort with the back garden, Alex.” “I know, but the garden was always going to be Tammy’s area, and, well we won’t got there.” “Was Tammy your...” Lia started. “She was his fiancée, it didn’t end well.” “Ahh, we definitely won’t go there. Instead, you’ve now got me to do the garden. It’s going to be so much fun. I think I’ll teach the others about flowers and plants, and we can add some wonderful colour. Oh man, to have such brightness after all the dark times we’ve had...” she added wistfully, her eyes closed, thinking. After lunch I walked with Lia to a nearby garden centre, where Lia switched into guerrilla gardener mode. “I don’t know the names of many plants,” she confessed, “I mostly put things where they told me. But I can describe the plants I want, and I can tell which plant goes well with other plants, I just don’t know what to call them.” “Why don’t you go speak to one of the staff, tell them what you want, they’ll be able to help you with names.” “I’m not buying anything today though, just research.” “Then tell them that, describe what you’re planning, the planters around the cabin, the flower bed, you could perhaps plant a couple of bushes as well. Make notes on your phone as you go round, take photos to show your sisters.” “This could take ages, you’ll get bored, don’t you have anything you need to be doing?” “Yeah, I’ve got some paperwork that needs doing. Will you be ok if I leave you here?” “I’ll be fine, it’ll be fun, I’ll talk to some staff, do some research.” “Have you got any money, if you need to buy something?” “I don’t think I’ll buy anything today, maybe I’ll get a drink and some cake in the café later. I’ve got that money you gave me yesterday still.” “Ok, but if there’s anything you want to buy, give me a call, I’ll come back.” “It’s not really the time for planting now, anyway, so I won’t need to buy anything ... Oh my god, look how cute that gnome is, I’m definitely having him sitting outside the cabin.” I slipped Lia some money, “here you go, buy the gnome and take him for some cake later.” I told her as I left her to the plant research. There was a thick envelope in the letterbox when I arrived home, the contract for Poppy and Belle’s book. I made a coffee and read it through, there was nothing controversial in there, in fact it was no different to my contracts other than the promise to pass all the publishing profits to the charity for the first 12 months. Even so, I’ll still get my solicitor and accountant to both read it before I let Poppy and Belle sign it. The next couple of hours were filled with paying bills and reading emails from Lois with the next lot of edits. Jenny phoned as I was making a mid-afternoon snack. “Hey, is Lia about?” “Ahh, no, she’s at the garden centre, do you need to speak to her.” “How likely is she to check the news on her phone?” “I’d say slim, she’s busy choosing flowers for the garden, she’s got many plans.” “This can wait, I’ll tell her when she gets home.” “Tell her what?” “Her father has died.” “When, how?” “I’ll tell you all this evening, I’m still waiting for details, all I know at the moment is he was found early this morning by a street sweeper, rushed to hospital and he died whilst waiting for treatment.” “Natural causes?” “I’ve no idea. I’ve spoken to the desk sergeant at the nearest station and they’re waiting for a cause of death. Meanwhile they’re asking questions around a few of the pubs he visited.” “Do you want me to say anything when she gets home?” Jenny was quiet for a moment, thinking, “I think not, let me find out if this is connected to Jeremy or not.” “Do you want me to speak to Jeremy? Ask him if he was involved?” “Also no, I’ll call him once I know the cause of death. It seems a massive coincidence, but sometimes coincidences do happen.” “Ok, I’ll leave it all to you. I picked up some sausages on the way home, do you fancy bangers and mash tonight?” “Definitely, that sounds amazing. Ahh, here comes the Super, got to go. Love you Alex.” “I love you to Jenny.” My mind was too busy thinking about Lia’s family and Jeremy to do any more work, so I stayed in the kitchen, put the radio on 6 Music and started to prepare the food for dinner. Lia arrived home as I was dropping the chopped potatoes into a pan of cold water ready for boiling later. She held out a bunch of roses as I dried my hands. “For me?” I asked, surprised. “Yes, for being so kind. It’s always the girl that gets gifts of flowers and chocolates, so I thought I’d tip the balance a bit.” “I don’t know what to say, err, thank you,” I replied. “You don’t need to say anything, the look on your face is enough. Do you have a vase?” “Err, yes, there’s plenty in that cupboard.” “I was thinking on the way back,” she started, as she trimmed the roses for the vase, “that I’m ready...” “Ready for what?” “For, you know ... oh shit, I should have rehearsed this. Err, I’d like to try sex, with you, but I want to be open, I don’t want to do it behind Jenny’s back, or Katie’s for that matter. Which is why I’m now lost about how to carry on this conversation.” She was quiet for a moment while she arranged the roses in the vase, “oh, and that’s not why I bought you the roses. I bought you them because I like you a lot, and I want to thank you for being a really nice human.” She came over and placed the vase on the kitchen table, she looked at me for the longest time, “do I have to do all the work? Can you help me a little?” I waited for a few moments then reached for Lia’s hands, I smiled warmly, “I have a little rule Lia, at no point do I want you to feel like you’ve been pressured into sex, so I never make the first move.” “I get that,” she replied, almost exasperatedly, “I’m making the first move here, but I’d like a little help. I’ve never had sex with a man, well not what I’d call sex. I’m still a virgin, you know, in my pussy. They only used my bottom, I think I told you that. I’ve spoken to Poppy and Belle, they both told me how gentle you can be, so I know I’ll be ok. I want to be open though, I want to have sex, but I want to have it after Jenny and Katie have said it’s OK. So how do I ask them?” “Ok, how about we do it this way, one day we could suggest a little bit of a mix-up for the night, I’m almost 100% sure that Poppy will suggest that you sleep with us whilst Katie goes to bed with her and Belle.” “Really? Poppy will suggest that?” “If not Poppy, Belle will, because they both know what you want, so they’ll step in to help.” Lia’s frown slowly morphed into a smile, “they really are perfect aren’t they. Do you think Katie will be ok with it?” “I’m sure she will be, after all, she did sleep with me once whilst she was officially dating Poppy.” “Just once? I thought you were some kind of stud,” Lia laughed, “what did you do to put her off?” “I think she just wanted to see what Poppy was making a fuss about, I’m not sure she actually enjoyed the sex as much as she hoped she would.” “She is 100% gay isn’t she...” “Oh yes. Belle thought she was as well at first...” “Oh my god, she loves you so much,” Lia gushed, “I can tell. If ever I saw a daddy’s girl, it’s Belle. She’s one of those lesbians who every so often wants a good hard fucking. We can use a strap-on, but it’s just not the same as doing it with a guy. I’ve seen lesbians who hook up with gay men, they both know they’ll work off the horniness without any emotional ties.” “That’s pretty much what Helen told them.” “Anyway, I stopped you working before, what are you making for dinner?” “I’ll be cooking sausage and mash, I’ve nearly finished the prep, so you didn’t really interrupt. I can finish when the others arrive.” “Oh gosh, I forgot to show you what I bought,” Lia said suddenly as she ran out to the hallway. She placed a heavy bag on the table and pulled it open, revealing a pair of gnomes. “I found his girlfriend amongst the bedding plants, I couldn’t have them separated any longer, so I bought them both, I hope that’s OK.” “It’s your money and your garden, you can do whatever you like.” “I’m going to stand them both outside the office, I hope they don’t get up to mischief when we’re not looking and make baby gnomes.” “I’m sure we can find room for them if they do.” “Wouldn’t that be wonderful, a garden full of colourful baby gnomes.” I made a fresh pot of coffee whilst Lia talked about what she’d learnt at the garden centre, and her plans. I’m afraid I zoned out for most of her talk, all the plant names meant nothing to me. Instead, I let her lovely, calming voice form a background as I wondered what this beautiful but damaged girl would be like in bed. Would the horrors of her past make her afraid, or would she be like Poppy and abandon herself to pleasure to own her torments? A hand touched mine, I looked up, “you’ve not listened to a word I’ve said, have you.” “Well, err...” “It’s ok, all of those plant names must have sounded like Greek...” “Latin...” “Pardon?” “Latin,” I repeated, “plant names are Latin, not Greek.” “Oh yeah, so they are.” “And I kind of was listening, your voice is wonderfully relaxing, and a little bit sexy.” “Only a little bit sexy?” she teased, sounding very husky for a moment. “Now that was very sexy.” “Katie likes that voice. And in turn I love her voice, she’s quite posh isn’t she.” “Her parents...” I started, then broke off, “has Katie talked much about her family?” “Not really, I get the feeling it wasn’t a good situation.” “Let me make a fresh pot of coffee and I’ll fill you in.” Lia listened intently as I told her about Katie’s family, her mum’s homophobia, her father just staying quiet and keeping out of the way, her first experiments, with her brother, and her cousins. “So her brother, Ashley, he’s also gay, but he’s not out? Oh man, the poor boy must be so confused. He needs to let it all go and tell his friends, otherwise they’ll all wonder why he’s never got a girlfriend.” “Poppy and Katie went to see him a couple of weeks back, he’s at a boarding school.” “If their parents are away, where will he stay during the holidays?” “Unlike Katie, he’s welcome to stay at their auntie’s. He gets on well with their cousin Josh, Katie wonders if he’s also gay and that’s why Ashley wants to stay there.” “That’s the cousin they camped with, that time Katie kissed her other cousin Christina?” “Yes, that’s right. I think that was Katie’s first lesbian experience.” “I’d like to meet her family, well, her brother and cousins. I wonder if we could arrange a meet-up, away from her auntie, so she doesn’t report back to her mum, or ex-mum. Gosh, this is a little confusing.” “I’m sure Katie would love to take you to see Ashley, their cousins live in Dulwich, not far from his school. You could all meet up on the Common.” “I’ve been to Dulwich, we went down on the train, me and a few girls, we were going to meet up with a few people who had a feminist squat. It didn’t go well, the squat mother was a monster, so strict, zero sense of humour. Anyway, we had a look round the town, it was very nice. I’m sorry we didn’t get a place in the squat, it was a huge house, something like 10 bedrooms, so we would only have to share a room with one other person, heaven compared to some places I’ve stayed. “We saw the boarding school, an amazing looking place. So big. My school was big, but not like that one. I’m actually looking forward to going back to Dulwich, I fancied going to the art gallery when we were there, but it didn’t seem right going in such a nice place whilst we were all smelly.” “That won’t be a problem now,” I replied, giving Lia’s hand a gentle squeeze. “We’ve all got so much to thank you for, these flowers are a poor reward for your kindness.” “I’m not looking for rewards, or thanks, I just want everyone to be happy and safe.” “You’ve definitely seen to that. I was happy when I was in foster care, my carers were lovely, right up to the point where they handed me back. I was never as happy there as I am now. I keep wondering if most families are like this. Belle is the only one of us who came from what you’d call a normal family and she says the sign you’re in the right family is being comfortable being exactly who you want to be.” “And are you comfortable?” “Absolutely, I was never able to be myself properly when I was with my carers.” “In what way, I’m just curious about the sort of things parents don’t let their children do.” “Well, I really wanted to cut my hair short and dye it jet black, like Belle’s level of black hair. I wanted lots of piercings. I guess I wanted to be more emo.” “Would your school not have rules about piercings, I’m sure the girls’ school only allows one pair of studs.” “Ahh, my school was more concerned with you turning up regularly than how you looked, they didn’t want to put any barriers in the way of their students accessing an education. Some of the kids would openly smoke in front of the teachers, they got away with it because the school decided it was better to let them smoke than to discipline them and drive them away.” “I can kind of understand that, but you also need boundaries. They don’t have to be strict, like home by 10pm, or no piercings, but you do need to set some standards, or your kids will end up being feral.” “Oh yes, I’m with you there. So, what are the rules you set, what can’t we do?” “Oh gosh, now you’re putting me on the spot. I’ve set no rules because nobody has done anything to upset me.” “Ok, say Belle wants to get her nipples pierced, can she?” “Is this something she’s mentioned to you?” “Oh no, I’m just riffing on what I wanted when I was her age.” “Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to it, but in Belle’s case I’d ask her to think carefully because she refuses to wear a bra, so the piercings would show at school.” “How about a tattoo?” “Ahh, now, that would be illegal for her to get a tattoo. So that would be a firmly drawn line.” “Can I have a tattoo?” “You’re 18, I can’t stop you.” “But to all intents and purposes, you’re now my dad. Would you be upset if I got a tattoo and dyed my hair jet black?” “Not in the slightest, you can dye your hair blue, or pink, or black, any colour you like. As for tattoos, also fine, just not your face or hands please.” “You’ll be pleased to know I got past that phase, but now you mention it, I think I’d suit red hair. I’ll check with Katie, see what she thinks.” “You see, all I want is for you to be happy. I’ve been extremely lucky that all of you are very decent people, and you know how to behave, and how to share. I don’t need to make rules because you live by your own rules.” “What rules?” Poppy asked as she strolled into the kitchen and helped herself to a glass of orange juice. “Wow, we must have been so involved in our chat we didn’t even hear you come in,” Lia said. “The front door wasn’t shut properly, so the alarm didn’t chirp when we pushed it open.” “Ahh, my bad,” Lia replied, “My hands were full, I thought I kicked the door shut.” “Not a problem, it’s shut now, and I don’t think anyone came in and stole anything. Anyway, what rules are we living by?” “Rules?” Belle asked as she joined me at the table and helped herself to my coffee, “are we having rules, we need rules or we’d just go wild.” “I’m just explaining to Lia that I’ve not made any family rules because you run your own lives very well.” “We do have rules, we have to do chores to make sure we learn responsibility, and so we know the house doesn’t tidy itself,” Belle replied, “and I’m not allowed to fight, no matter how badly I’m provoked, and I have to wear panties at all times when I’m out of the house... “Ahh, that last one was from when I was at home, my mum always told me off for running around without knickers on, I like the feeling of fresh air on my twinkle. That’s what mum called it, my twinkle, I always liked that name.” Lia burst out laughing, Belle frowned, “what are you laughing at?” Lia wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, “I’m sorry, it’s just you’re so frigging adorable. I’m having visions of you running around in a summer dress flashing your twinkle at your neighbours.” “That’s what happened, luckily it was nice Mr Sykes next door who saw me and took me home. If it was the guy on the other side he’d probably have had footage of me online in minutes.” Poppy sighed, “It’s so annoying that a little girl can’t be free to let air get to her twinkle without pervs selling photos of your bits online...” “Anyway, back to rules.” I broke in, “I guess the important ones, apart from wearing panties at all times in public, and not skinny dipping in hotel pools...” “I told you, nobody said I couldn’t,” Belle protested, “there was no-one around when I started swimming, and it was so nice and warm. You should try it Poppy, skinny dipping in a hotel swimming pool is so much better than doing it in a reservoir...” “As I was saying, apart from wearing panties and not skinny dipping, the only rule in life is to treat everyone in a manner that you’d want them to treat you. Just be nice to everyone.” “That’s fair, we can live with that.” “Live with what?” Katie asked as she joined us, “what have I missed?” “Belle flashing her twinkle at her neighbours.” “Again!” Katie sighed as she sat beside Lia. “It was when I was little, or littler, as I’m the smallest person here. No, dad’s introducing house rules.” “Oh really! So, you’re bringing an end to our anarcho-syndicalist community and introducing a new totalitarian leadership?” “Err, not really, I just want you to do your chores, do your homework and be nice to each-other.” “Excellent, so we just carry on as we were, fine. Now, tell me more about flashing your twinkle at your neighbours, when was this?” I knew when I was beaten, so I left them to it. While they chatted I turned the oven on and prepared a tray of sausages. While the oven heated up I sliced a large onion and sweated it in a large frying pan, adding some stock to make onion gravy. Lia came over to rinse the coffee cups and filter pot, “I’m so sorry if I opened a can of worms there.” “Ahh, don’t worry about that. It was a pretty useful chat, the girls know exactly how to behave, Belle showed that perfectly. I’ve never told her why chores are so important, that they make you learn responsibility. She just knows it, they all do.” “When will the food be ready?” Poppy called across the kitchen. “Not until Jenny’s home, so you’ve got about an hour.” “Great, we’ll go start our homework, I might need your help with my English homework, there’s some terms I don’t understand.” “No problem, we can go through it after we’ve eaten.” Jenny arrived home a little after 6 o’clock, “mmm, something smells good, sometimes the simplest meals are the best aren’t they.” “Oi, this isn’t simple food, this is gourmet food worthy of the finest restaurants.” “Ahh, I forgot, when we make a meal we’re cooks, when a man makes a meal, he’s a chef.” I must have looked hurt, because Jenny moved round the kitchen island to give me a powerful hug. “I need wine, do we have wine?” “We’ve always got wine,” I replied. “Of course we do,” she replied, pulling a bottle of pinot noir from the wine fridge, “grab a glass and join me Lia.” “It’s ok, I really don’t drink much.” “Fair enough, more for me. Please join me at the table though, we need a quick chat before the girls arrive.” “Oh, what’s happened?” “What’s your dad’s name Lia, I don’t think you’ve ever told us.” “Joseph,” she replied nervously, “what’s happened?” “Does he have a middle name?” “Aaron, Joseph Aaron Jackson, born 14th May 1975. What’s happened, please tell me.” “A street sweeper found a man in an alleyway off Rupert Street at around 6:30 this morning, he was breathing, but weakly, he called over a police officer who called for an ambulance. The man died in hospital before he could be treated. He wasn’t carrying any ID, but he had some cash in his pockets, so he hadn’t been robbed. He was fingerprinted and identified as Joseph Aaron Jackson.” “Oh shit, how did he die?” “We still don’t know for certain, but it’s almost certainly natural causes.” “Seriously, he just went and died after I decided to let someone kill him, that’s just mental Jenny, it’s an insane coincidence.” “It’s true though. The hospital assured me there’s no fresh injuries, no stab wounds, nothing. No sign he was strangled or suffocated. He’s got plenty of old injuries, it looks like he’s been in a lot of fights, but nothing that looks under a few days old.” “So, he’s died of what, old age?” “Unlikely, he’s under 50. They’re doing a post-mortem now, I’ll check back later. In the meantime, I contacted Jeremy and he swears he had nothing to do with it, and I believe him, because why would he lie.” “I don’t know what to say, I should be happy he’s dead, but I feel kind of cheated, you know. I wanted him to die painfully, to suffer.” “I’ve seen his body Lia, not in person, I’ve been sent photographs. He definitely suffered, he’s been beaten fairly regularly for a long time. It doesn’t look like he won many of his fights.” “Can I see him?” “Are you sure you want to?” “Absolutely, I want to see the bruises, I want to know that he at least shared a bit of my suffering.” “Ok, I’ll take you tomorrow.” “I need to speak to Poppy, do I have time before dinner?” “I’m just doing the mash, you’ve got about 10 minutes, is that OK?” “That will be fine, I just want to know how she felt when she found out her mum was dying, before she forgave her. I need to know if she felt cheated, like I do.” Jenny looked over at me as Lia strode out of the room, “what do we do now?” “Nothing, right now there’s nothing we can do. Lia is incredibly intelligent, she’ll work it out herself, she’s reaching out for someone who’s been through a similar situation, just so she can find some context for how she’s feeling.” The girls were coming downstairs as Lia left the kitchen, “oh my god Poppy, I need to talk to you about something.” “What’s up Lia?” “We’ll set the table,” Belle said, automatically sensing this wasn’t something she or Katie could help with. Poppy took Lia to the kitchen table, they sat holding hands, Belle dropped off a stack of napkins as she swept past with the cutlery. “My dad’s died. He just died this morning, not killed or nothing.” “Ahh, and you feel nothing, is that right?” “Actually, I feel cheated, I wanted him to suffer.” “But you also feel a bit empty. You’ve hated him for so long, you’ve had no contact for years, and then he suddenly appears at the end, and you don’t know how to feel.” Lia didn’t reply for a moment, lost in thought. “Yes,” she replied eventually, “yes, I do want to feel angry that I’ve been cheated, and relieved that he’s gone. Then Jenny told me about all these bruises on his body, that it looks like he’s been fighting a lot, and I feel kind of sorry for him. I know I shouldn’t after what he did to me, but I do.” Poppy cupped Lia’s cheeks, looking deep into her eyes, “it’s because you’re a good person Lia. You might not think so right now, but subconsciously you’ve forgiven him. Not forgotten what he did, but you’ve put it behind you. Let him go now.” “I will tomorrow, when I’ve seen he’s actually dead.” “You’ve done all that meditation stuff, use it to work out how you feel about everything.” “Including my brothers?” “Yes, because they’ll come bubbling into your head now, do what you can to block them until they’ve gone to wherever your dad’s gone, then we’ll work together to make them go away in your head.” “Is that what you did with Nikki?” “That was different, I managed to find my peace with her before she died. I had a few days to talk things through with her before she died.” “Ahh yes, I can see how that would help.” “Talking to Nikki I realised she wasn’t to blame, there wasn’t really anything to forgive. She had no chance in life, her mum and sisters were addicts and prostitutes, Nikki was pimped out when she was younger than Belle. She was only 15 when she had me for fucks sake, that’s no age. I’m only 15, how would I bring up a mini-me? “Anyway, I thought about this a lot when I got home, and I recognised that I was heading down that same road. I was on a major downward spiral when Jeremy caught me. The old ‘but for the grace of god’ thing.” “I guess what you’re saying is that whatever I’m thinking right now is how I should feel?” “Pretty much. You’re a very clever girl Lia, you’ll work everything out in time.” Lia jumped up from the table, “thank you Poppy, I knew you’d know how I was feeling. Let’s go eat, I’m starving.” “So, my dad’s dead,” Lia told her sisters as they cleared the table after dinner. “Oh god, really,” Katie cried as she pulled Lia into a hug, “err, is that good or bad?” “A bit of both. It’s good he’s gone, it’s a shame I didn’t get chance to give him a piece of my mind.” “Is this related to Jordie?” Belle asked. “Bizarrely, no. It seems this is natural causes, or something else unrelated.” Jenny’s phone pinged with a WhatsApp notification, she checked the message, “ahh, Jeremy has just double checked with the team who were watching Joseph, they’d not seen him in a couple of days.” “I thought they were watching his every move?” Lia asked. “He told me earlier that they were just watching a few places he regularly visited to, you know...” “Watch little girls...” Lia completed for her. “Yes, he says they knew where he lived, and the bars he drank in, but stayed away to keep from spooking him.” “So yesterday he didn’t go to his usual places.” “Apparently that’s not unusual, he often stayed at home all day after he’d drunk himself into a coma in the pub at the end of his block, someone would generally carry him home at the end of the night.” “Ok, so they knew were to get him if they needed to, that’s good.” After they’d cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher the girls went into the lounge to watch a film, Jenny joined me in the office upstairs as I completed the paperwork I’d been unable to finish earlier. Jenny checked her emails as I read through more of the latest edits Lois had sent through. “Ahh, that’s interesting,” she muttered quietly to herself as she read through a long message. “What’s interesting?” I asked. “Just some background, it’s mostly rumours at the moment, so I can’t really tell you. We’ll know more in the morning, are you ok waiting?” “Oh yes, don’t tell me anything about your work that’s not confirmed, or stuff that’s confidential.” “I don’t like keeping secrets from you. Is there anything you’ve kept secret from me?” “I don’t think so, well, nothing important.” I told her, “oh yes, there is something I know that you don’t,” I added with a wry smile. “Is it something I’ll want to know?” “It is, but it won’t be secret for long, you’ll find out soon.” Jenny rolled her chair over to mine, “now I’m intrigued, tell me.” “Nope, my lips are sealed.” Jenny kissed me hard, “I love you Alex, even if you do keep secrets from me.” “Not for long though, and I think you’ll like it.”

The Day That Changes Emma's Life by HappyComet Chapter 1 When my mom woke me up that Saturday morning, I had no idea my life was about to go from “Same stuff different day, with its high points” to “Unending living hell”. Look, I can already tell what you’re thinking. It’s like you’re in a comic book and you have a thought bubble over your head. “This Emma girl is crazy”, is what it says. “She’s just a high school girl, clearly she’s exaggerating.” I get where you’re coming from, I do. And in all fairness, you’re not that wrong. If this was the week prior and my mom had bought me a new purse and thrown my old one out, I probably would have said the same thing, but on that Saturday everything was put into perspective for me. I was sitting in the back seat of the car, my dad was driving, my mom was riding shotgun, when I remembered that my mom didn’t just drag me out of bed telling me we were going to the beach today, she dragged me out of bed telling me that we were going to the beach today and that she and my dad would have a surprise for me when we got there. “Hey mom,” I piped up over the radio. “What was that you were saying earlier about a surprise at the beach?” I was cautiously excited. My parents usually mean well but seem a little bit disconnected from what makes a teenage girl happy, so it could be anything from them planning to rent a jet ski for a few hours (awesome!) to my dad wanting me to fish with him (lame!). Almost in synch with each other, my mom and dad both turned towards each other (keep your eyes on the road, dad!) and something seemed to pass between them. My dad turned his head forward again and said “We may as well tell her now. There’s no sense keeping it a secret any longer.” “Well,” my mom said, “we aren’t going to the beach we usually go to. We’re going to one that’s a little further away”. “Oh. That’s weird. And not really a surprise. Why are we going to a different beach?” The next string of words exploded out of my mom’s mouth at such a speed I almost didn’t understand them. “We’re going to a nude beach today and your father and I have been talking and we intend to have our family live as nudists from now on because we think it would be healthy for us as a family and for you as a growing woman!” “Whoa, calm down, Deb,” said my dad. “We talked about this and you have nothing to be nervous about, remember?” “Oh, Jack, I know,” my mom replied. “Wait a second,” I said, sounding surprisingly calm. I should have been terrified, but at that point I was mostly confused. “You guys want to be nudists? Like, people who are naked all the time?” My mom started to say something, but my dad put up a hand to silence her. “Well, sweetheart, yes, but I don’t think you’re fully understanding us. We’re going to a nude beach and, starting today, your mother and I expect our entire family to engage in the nudist lifestyle. And yes, that includes you.” At first I laughed, thinking it was some kind of a joke. Then I started screaming, until my dad gave me one of those looks. You know, the kind of look that lets a kid know she should either start behaving differently or something awful would happen, so I shut up and just cried quietly for the rest of the ride. We got to the beach parking lot and unloaded the trunk of the car. A chair for each of us, a cooler, towels, sun screen, and everything else a family might need for a long, humiliating day at the beach. I took what I was handed without a word. My parents had been chit-chatting about nonsense the whole time, as if they weren’t actively trying to ruin their only child’s life, but as we started walking towards the sand-dunes obscuring our view of the shore my dad finally addressed me. “You know, Emma, it’s not going to be that bad.” “What are you talking about, dad. This is going to be a nightmare. Literally, I mean, isn’t being naked in a public place nightmare 101?” “Well, yes and no. Tell me, would you be embarrassed to wear a bathing suit to the mall?” “Is that a joke? Of course I would be.” “But you wouldn’t be embarrassed to wear one to the beach, right?” “Of course not. It’s the beach that’s what you’re supposed to wear when you- ohhh, I see what you’re doing.” I looked at my dad and he had a stupid grin on his face. “So does that make you feel a little better? You don’t have to be embarrassed to wear nothing at this beach because being naked is normal here”. I can’t lie, it did make me feel a little bit better. Nowhere near as much as the words “Actually, beloved daughter of mine, let’s go to a normal beach like a normal family and wear bathing suits like normal people!”, so I was still miserable, only a little less so. I couldn’t let my dad know that, though, so I simply said “No” and stayed silent, but from his smile I think he knew his words had had an effect. We got to the sand dune and there were wooden stairs that led up to a boardwalk that went over it. At the base of the stairs there was a sign that said “Beyond this point you may encounter nude sunbathers”. My parents gave each other stupid looking smiles and we kept walking. Eventually we got near the end of the boardwalk, and we were rapidly approaching the point where I’d be able to look at the beach an see a bunch of naked people. The whole time I’d been too worked up over having to be naked that I forgot about the other half of the situation; that I was about to see a bunch of people naked. Would there be naked men there? Naked boys my age? Naked girls my age? I was still a virgin, and the sudden realization of the situation I was about to be in, sent a tingle between my legs. It was almost enough to make me forget the dread I was feeling at having a bunch of strangers, not to mention my own parents, see me in the naked. We were almost at the point where we’d be past the sand dune and I’d be able to see the beach, and more importantly, the people on the beach. My heart was hammering in my chest. I unconsciously started walking faster than my parents. I was almost there. A few short steps away and I’d be able to see, nothing. Well, not nothing, but nothing out of the ordinary. With a stab of disappointment I looked down over the beach and saw a bunch of normal families, normal men, normal women, normal kids, and normal teenagers enjoying the beach wearing normal bathing suits. After looking for a minute I did realize that there were some people naked. Here and there, maybe one naked person for every ten in a bathing suit, and among them maybe 4 naked men for every naked woman, and not one of them was under forty. “Huh,” I heard my dad say from behind me. “It’s not exactly what I was expecting.” “Well it is clothing optional, not nudity mandatory,” said my mom. “Oh well, we can still make the best of it. Come on everyone, let’s go.” We walked down to the beach and my dad picked out a spot for us to set up our stuff. The beach was really crowded and it was difficult to find an area to sit. To our right was a pretty decent sized, clothed family who seemed to be trying to organize lunch with countless kids under ten and a few teenagers of both genders. To our left was a nude couple in their forties with dark, tanned skin laying in the sun. I tried not to stare at him, but it wasn’t easy. Right there, on display, was his penis. This was the first time I’d ever seen one that wasn’t on a boy still in diapers, and there he was, just letting the world see it all. I would never have called him attractive if I had seen him walking down the street, but seeing a naked man close up for the first time made me feel ... weird. I’m no stranger to my own body, and I felt myself start to moisten up between my legs, which only made me more nervous, until I realized- “Hey dad!” I spat out, feeling true hope. “What you were saying before, about us getting naked here because it’s normal? That doesn’t apply anymore, right? I mean, look around, everyone is clothed. So I guess I can keep my bathing suit on, right?” I had a big, triumphant smile on my face, but my dad just looked at me and shook his head. “Nice try, Emma. This is a nude beach, there are other nude people here, and you’re about to be one of them.” “You should really be more appreciative, young lady,” my mother added. “I’ve been spending a lot of time on the internet doing research, and apparently children who grow up as nudists have much healthier self-image and views on sexuality.” I would later find out that literally everything on the internet about introducing you kid to the nudist lifestyle says that you need to make sure you let your kid make the choice, but I didn’t know that at the time. Not that it would have made a difference in my parents’ minds. They know best, after all. So rather than coming back with a witty retort, I just stood there in stunned silence. “Here’s how it’s going to go, Emma,” my dad said, sounding almost scarily stern. “Your mother and I are going to set up the beach blanket, the umbrella, and the chairs, and then we’re going to take off our clothes. We’re going to take our sweet time with it, and if you aren’t nude by the time we are, there’s going to be trouble. Do you understand?” My heart was pounding almost too hard to hear him. I tried to say something but my throat wouldn’t work, so I just nodded and faced away from him. How long did I have? Two minutes? Ten? Oh god, was this really happening? Me, naked? My dad, seeing me naked? I looked back at the family that was eating lunch next to us. There were plenty of men and boys there, and the thought of any male seeing me naked for the first time was mortifying, but there were three I couldn’t help but focus on. Three teenage boys, right around my age. If I had to guess I’d say two of them were 14 or 15, and the third looked a bit older, probably in 12th grade. And there I was, about to be naked in front of boys who could have gone to school with me. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but I couldn’t. I was still facing away from my parents, but I knew it couldn’t be long before they had our stuff ready and they took off their clothes. I had my bathing suit on under my clothes (silly me, thinking I’d need a bathing suit at the beach!), so I had no issue kicking off my skirt and taking off my tank top. I tried to work up the courage to keep undressing as I stood there in my blue one-piece. Yes, I was wearing a one-piece. Before that day I wouldn’t have even been comfortable showing off my belly at the beach. It wasn’t that long ago that puberty started and I still wasn’t used to having breasts or a butt that curved out, and even when swimming I liked to stay covered up. I looked back at my parents and saw them sticking the umbrella into the sand. The chairs were unfolded, and the blanket was laid out. I didn’t have much time before they started taking off their clothes. I couldn’t stand to look at them while I stripped, so I turned back towards the ocean. I put my hands on the straps of my bathing suit, but they wouldn’t listen to me. I wasn’t like other girls my age. I was never rebellious or disobedient to my parents. If they told me to do something, I did it. So while another girl might have told their parents to suck it, thinking to disobey my parents (or specifically, my daddy) just didn’t come naturally to me. So I was as shocked as either of my parents when, instead of taking off my bathing suit, I made a mad dash for the ocean. My dad called out after me but I kept running and he didn’t follow. I hit the water and didn’t stop until it was up to my chest and the waves were breaking between me and the shore. I looked back at the shore and felt triumphant for a full moment before my heart felt like it dropped out of my chest and I’d realized I’d just messed up even more. Who was I kidding? My dad probably wouldn’t make a scene by trying to drag me back to the beach, but I couldn’t stay in the water all day. Now I was at a nude beach with my parents who expected me to get naked, and on top of that I had disobeyed them. I swam around for probably about fifteen minutes trying to figure out what I could do or say to make my parents not be mad at me, before I realized I was only making it worse for myself. I swam back to shore and walked to where my parents were. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find my mom and dad naked, but I was. They were both sitting in their beach chairs but stood up when they saw me. I always thought my mom looked good at her age, and this confirmed it. She was about 5’8”, and still athletic despite being 40. Her breasts were fairly large and sagged a bit, with large, puffy nipples, and I was shocked to see she had no hair on her pussy. Where were her pubes? I’d only gotten my period two years earlier, and even I had curly black hairs covering my mound. I only had a second to be shocked before I noticed my dad. My tall, muscular dad who, despite his age, had never developed “the dad bod”. My tall, muscular dad who was standing in front of me completely nude with his penis on display for me to see. I did NOT know how to react to that. Then I saw his face, and how angry he looked, and I did know how to react to that. With terror. My dad pointed to the ground directly in front of him and I walked up to him and stood where he was pointing. “Do you realize what you did?” he asked. He wasn’t screaming, which was bad. He was talking in a quiet, angry voice that parents use when they’re pissed at their kid but don’t want to make a scene by screaming in public. Screaming would have been better. Screaming is part of the punishment, and once that was over, the anger was done with. Daddy using his angry voice didn’t make him less angry like screaming would. I felt a tear run down my face. “Yes, daddy. I disobeyed you.” “That’s right. And do you remember what happened the last time you disobeyed me?” My mind drew a blank. “I’m sorry daddy, I don’t remember.” “That’s probably because it’s been so long. Emma, you’ve been such a good girl for years, and then when your mother and I try to do something that should be good for your development, you disobey me. I’m very disappointed in you.” My heart broke when he said that and I started crying. I’m a good girl, I don’t disappoint my parents! “I’m so sorry daddy. I’ll get naked like you told me to. I’ll be good, I promise.” “It’s a little late for that Emma. Your mom and I already discussed it while you were throwing your little tantrum. If you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like a child.” “What do you mean?” “What he means,” my mom said, apparently feeling left out and deciding to chime in, “is that since you decided that you’re going to act with the maturity of a little girl, he’s going to undress you himself like you’re a little girl and then he’s going to spank you like you’re a naughty child.” “But I’m too old for you to spank me. You haven’t done that since I was a little girl.” “I didn’t stop spanking you because you were too old, I just haven’t had a reason to because you’ve been such a well behaved child. Now,” my dad said as he sat back down on his beach chair, “come stand in front of me.” As it was apparently the theme of the day I was too shocked to say anything, so I silently complied. It felt like I was standing in front of my father forever, but it couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds before I felt his hands on my shoulders. He pushed my blonde hair back behind my shoulders and I felt him pull at the straps of my bathing suit. I didn’t put up any resistance as I felt him slide the straps down my arms. I couldn’t breath as my whole bathing suit slid down with glacial slowness until it passed over my chest and my breasts popped into view. My boobs weren’t huge, maybe about the size of my fist each, and they were each topped with a soft pink nipple. And there I was, breasts on display for the world to see. The first time anyone besides me had seen them and I was on display for a whole crowded beach to see with my dad’s face all of six inches away. It could have stopped then and been the worst experience of my life, but it didn’t stop. My dad kept sliding my bathing suit down past my breasts, past my tummy, past my hips, until I felt it at my waist. I wasn’t going to disobey my parents again today, but I did manage to quietly whimper a simple “Please, daddy”. He hesitated, and for a moment I thought he might have mercy on me, but then, like ripping off a Band-Aid, he yanked on my bathing suit and it crumpled to a heap on the ground. My dad was staring directly at my short, dark pubic hair. I could feel my ass now exposed, and I could feel the wind and sun in places I’d never felt either. I was naked. Oh god, I was naked in front of my dad and who knows how many strangers. My first time since hitting puberty being naked in front of anyone besides a mirror and it was on a crowded beach. “Don’t forget her spanking, Jack,” said my mom, which seemed to snap my dad back into reality. Had he been staring at my body? How was I supposed to think about that? No, that wouldn’t make sense. He probably just got distracted by the horrible abuse he was inflicting on his daughter. “Of course not, dear,” he said. I’m not sure how he did it, but one second I was standing in front of him while he was sitting down, and the next I was draped over his leg facing the sand with my butt sticking up in the air. My dad didn’t waste and time and I immediately felt a sharp pain on my butt, which was immediately followed by another. And another. Within a few seconds I had lost count, and the smacks kept coming. I tried not to resist, but I couldn’t keep still and was wriggling back and forth as my dad smacked my bottom, my body taking over and trying to escape the pain. As my legs were flailing around I felt air on my pussy lips and realized that, while I was just standing around, my pubic hair would have left me with one final layer of modesty, but bouncing around on my dad’s leg my legs were opening and my most private location was being spread for the world to see. I tried to keep my legs closed, but I don’t think I succeeded. This isn’t fun to admit, but I was also crying. Bawling, really. And screaming. I couldn’t see past the tears, and I was facing the ground anyway, but I was sure I’d attracted a lot of viewers. That should have mortified me, but I couldn’t think of anything past the pain. After my dad had spanked me for what seemed like hours and I had flashed my pussy and butthole to anyone who noticed my screaming and looked over, which was probably everyone, my dad finally stopped and stood me up. I wobbled for a second, but he wrapped his arms around me and I felt his whole body pressed against mine. “I love you, Emma. I hope you understand why I had to do that.” “Yes, daddy,” I sniffled. He let go, but I wanted him to keep holding me. I felt so safe wrapped in his arms. Well, Emma,” my mom said. “I hope you learned your lesson. As long as you don’t have any more outbursts, that will be the end of your punishment.” Not having anything to say, I just nodded. For the first time since my dad had started stripping me, I let myself look around at the other people on the beach. Nearly every man, and some of the women, were looking at me. Worst of all, all of the kids, even the three teenage boys, that I’d noticed earlier, were staring at me. Two of them were staring at my breasts, and one had his eyes glued on my bush. I wanted to scream, cover up, and grab a towel, but I knew that would only earn me another spanking. I thought about going back to the water where I’d be mostly covered up when my mom interrupted my thoughts. “Emma, remember to put on a lot of sunscreen. I don’t want to imagine the kind of sun burn you could get today.” I accepted the bottle of lotion and started applying it to myself. I still had way too many men staring at me, so I didn’t rub it on my (formerly) private areas. Once I’d gotten everything I was willing to have people see me touch, I went to put down the sunscreen when my dad surprised me by pulling the bottle out of my hand. “I’m getting really tired of your attitude, Emma,” my dad said, squirting lotion into his hands. “But if you insist on acting like a child I will continue to treat you like one.” With that he smooshed his two lotion covered hands right about my breasts and started rubbing lotion into my skin. Before long my dad’s hands were on my breasts and he was roughly massaging sunscreen into them. I had never thought that having your breasts touched could be arousing, but I quickly found myself getting horny and becoming very wet between my legs. Oh god, what was wrong with me? Was I being turned on by my father? Eventually he moved on from my breasts, which, to my disgust in myself, left me feeling dissatisfied. Once he’d made his way down to my bush he started rubbing the lotion in near my lady parts. Was nothing off limits anymore? As he did so I felt his finger brush against my clit and it felt like a lightning bolt went through my body. I was no stranger to masturbation, but it never felt that good when I did it myself. When my front was done he had me turn around and started working on my back. This was much better since he was no longer staring at my bush and small boobies, only my butt which was a lot less embarrassing. “Emma, lean forward a bit and spread your legs a bit so I don’t miss anything while I do your butt”. I almost started crying again, but I remembered the spanking and listened. My pussy was on display for anyone behind me to see when my dad started rubbing lotion into my butt. He had a hand on each cheek and was rubbing in circles, which meant that he was repeatedly spreading my cheeks and exposing my butthole to anyone who cared to look. “Here, give me your hands.” I did, and he placed one on each butt cheek. Then, to my horror, he made me spread my ass and pussy open. “Hold your hands just like that, I don’t want to miss anything.” I knew there was no point arguing. From where I was I could see the boys who had been watching me since this whole ordeal started staring right at my butt. They could see everything! Then I felt my dad’s cool fingers rubbing up and down between my butt cheeks. He was massaging sun screen around my butthole, and I could even feel his fingers rub against the outside of my pussy a few times. God, I was getting so wet. What was wrong with me? I was terrified he would notice and mention my wetness, but eventually he stopped rubbing my private areas and finished putting sunscreen on me. “Alright, Em, you’re good now.” “Thanks, dad,” I said, but I was anything but grateful. This was the most mortifying day of my life, and I didn’t think it could possibly get any worse. I was wrong, though. Chapter 2 I didn’t know what to do. I was standing on the beach naked. I had just spread my butt cheeks for my dad to apply sunscreen and a trio of teenage boys just got a better look at my most intimate areas than I had ever gotten. I decided to just sit down on my beach chair and wait for the day to be over. At least while sitting down I’d be mostly covered. I did so, and after a bit I even started to relax. Being naked in public was the most horrifying experience of my life, but being naked in the warm sun was wondrously relaxing, and without realizing it I fell asleep. I’m not sure how long I was asleep before I woke up to my dad saying my name. When I woke up I had a few seconds of bliss before I remembered I was naked on the beach. After that, I had a few seconds of only mostly hating my life before I realized that my legs were spread wide open and those same boys from earlier were all looking straight at my pussy. I yelped and slammed my knees together so fast I think I got a bruise. My dad laughed and said “See? If you hadn’t put on enough sunscreen you’d be regretting it now.” “Yeah dad, thanks, I guess. Couldn’t you have woken me and told me to close my legs?: “Now Emma, don’t be silly,” said my mom. “Or does your dad need to have another ‘talk’ with you about your modesty?” “No, ma’am,” I mumbled quietly. “So why’d you wake me up, dad? Is it time to go?” I asked that with an actual smile on my face. “No, Em, I just realized we left the iced tea in the car and I wanted to ask you to go get it for me. I’d go myself but I don’t feel like getting dressed. Hah, a chance to be dressed again, even for a little bit? “Of course I’ll get it, daddy,” I said. I started picking up my clothes but my dad interrupted me. “Oh, leave that. You’ll be fine going to the parking lot as you are.” “But that’s not fair. You just said you would have put on clothes if you went.” That made him laugh. “Come on Em, you’re being silly again. No one’s going to care about a naked kid in the parking lot of a nude beach. The same can’t be said about a dirty old man.” “Well I’m not a kid and you aren’t a dirty old man.” “That was sweet Emma, and if you start walking towards the parking lot right now without another word I’ll pretend like it was just sweet and you weren’t also talking back to me.” My bottom was still aching and red from my earlier spanking, so rather than make him angry again I started walking without saying another word. The walk to the parking lot was agonizing. At least when I was staying still mostly everyone around me had seen everything and gotten bored. I drew so many stares while I walked. It was clear that I was still by far the youngest “nudist” at the beach, and I feel like I was every bit the novelty I would have been if I was parading around with everything on display on a normal beach. After about a minute of it I wanted to cry. Every step brought me into the line of sight of more people. Men and boys were staring at my breasts and bush. Some were trying to be stealthy about it but plenty more were unabashedly staring at me, and I was sure that everyone behind me was staring at my red buns. I even heard a few people quietly comment on how red my butt was. I wanted to break into a sprint but that would only lead to more people noticing me. It was taking all my willpower not to just lay down and cry when I heard the only five words that could have made my situation worse. “Hey, is your name Emma?” Everything seemed to go white for a second and I froze in my tracks. That voice wasn’t my mom. Or my dad. Oh god. I turned to look at the speaker. It was one of the younger boys from earlier, with a girl that I’d seen near him. They both looked to be about my age. I hesitated for way too long to sound at all believable when I said “Umm, no, it’s not.” “Yes it is,” said the boy. “You’re Emma Smiali. We were in the same math class last year.” Once he mentioned it, he did look sort of familiar. I went to a pretty big school and didn’t know nearly everyone in my grade. “Anyway, I’m Kenny, and this is my cousin Rebecca. She goes to Memorial High too, but she’s a grade above us.” “Hi, Emma, it’s so nice to meet you,” Rebecca said with a smile on her face and a hand out to shake. I shook it without a word. I was too scared to speak. This was my worst fear. People from my school seeing me naked. What if they told their friends? What if the entire school found out? “I’ve never known anyone who was a nudist before,” Rebecca said as she let go of my hand. “What’s it like?” “Uhm, I don’t really know. This is something new my parents sprung on me this morning.” “Oh, that would explain why your cheeks are as red as your ass is right now. I thought it might just be sunburn. Anyway, you were going somewhere? Don’t let us interrupt you, we can walk and talk.” “Okay, thanks,” I said as we started walking towards the parking lot. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. These two could easily ruin my life. A couple conversations and I would suddenly be the school freak. Or maybe the school slut. What could I do? Transfer schools. No, mom and dad wouldn’t go for that. Run away? No, that would be a terrible idea. All I could do was be nice to these two and hope to convince my new friends not to ruin my life. “So what’s it like?” Kenny asked. “I’ve probably been to this beach a hundred times, but I’ve never been naked on it. Aren’t you embarrassed?” “Well, yeah. Today is the first time anyone has seen me naked since I was in diapers. I never thought I could feel this humiliated.” “What, you don’t want to be naked?” “No, my parents said I had to.” “Oh, that explains your dad spanking you. God, that must have been worse than being naked. I’m not sure if I’d have been able to survive that embarrassment.” I didn’t know how to answer that without crying so I just laughed and said “Haha, yeah.” “So Emma,” Rebecca said. “This is sort of a big day for you, huh?” “Well that’s not how I’d phrase it, but I guess so.” “Wouldn’t it be great if you had something to remember this day by?” “What do you mean?” “Kenny, show her!” I did not like the look of the smile on Rebecca’s face when she said that. Kenny was also smiling when he took his phone out of his pocket and held it in front of me. When looked at the screen and saw a picture of me in my bathing suit in front of my dad I was confused. Then when he started quickly cycling through pictures I felt nothing but very afraid. It was like reliving the day in the span of 30 seconds. I saw a series of pictures where I was stripped, spanked, and had my dad rub sun screen on me. He caught everything, even me spreading my own butt cheeks. Near the end he even had pictures of my asleep in my chair, with my legs spread wide open. “Oh god, Kenny, please, you have to delete those!” “No way,” said Rebecca. “This was a huge day for you! Do you want us to email them to you?” “No, guys, please! Just delete them, I’ll do anything! If anyone saw those I would die!” “Aww, Emma, that hurts. Don’t you want to be friends with us?” Rebecca asked sounding sincere, but I felt like there was a bit of a mocking tone in her voice. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, you guys seemed cool before Kenny showed me those pictures.” “Well if we’re your friends,” Rebecca replied, “we would never hurt you by sending those pictures to everyone in school. We could never hurt a friend like that.” “Of course,” Kenny chimed in, “if you didn’t want to be our friend, I wouldn’t care if those pictures got posted online somewhere that every guy in our school could see.” “Wow, Ken,” Rebecca said, flatly. “Way to be subtle. Anyway, Emma, we want to be your friend, and as long as we’re all friends I’ll make sure no one but the three of us ever sees those pictures, because what are friends for?” I had to swallow heavily before I could make myself talk. “Of course, Rebecca. You too, Kenny. I’d love to be friends with you guys.” Chapter 3 I made my way back to the beach and gave my dad his iced tea. We sat around for a couple more hours, with very little said. And then I heard my mom say, “Time to clean up.” As we were cleaning up, I started to get dressed and my mom told me that I did not need to get dressed and she packed away my clothes. My dad ask about my new friends. I told him their names were Kenny and Rebecca, and that they go to my school. He said I should invite them over sometime next week. I was curious about how he knew about my new friends. I guess he saw them walking with me to the parking lot and/or maybe he saw them staring at me while I was getting a spanking. I was told to get into the car ... naked ... The ride home was very weird. Good thing we have tinted windows. My dad took this time to explain “ Em as you can see that things are changing around here. Your mom and I really believe that this new lifestyle is going to be really good for the whole family. We have met some really nice people so far and I am sure that we will met a lot more. There are some rules that you must follow.” And then my mom handed me a paper. Rules for Emma First and foremost, when you are at home you will be naked. No matter who is over. The rule includes no covering up, your hands shall be by your side. You will only be allowed to get dressed, 5 minutes before leaving the house. From now on you will not close the door to your room or bathroom, no matter what you are doing. Your mom or I will approve of anything you wear, inside or outside of the house. Our decision will be final, you must wear whatever we choose. If and when you deserve a spanking you will be naked. You will present yourself every time. We will instruct you later as to what will be expected. Besides your head, you will remove all your hair. Yes, this means your pubes, arm pits, and legs. You will be inspected at least once a week, to make sure you are hairless. From time to time someone may wish to touch you, or tell you to do something, You will listen and follow want they want without any complaining or hesitation. As I read this letter my stomach dropped, and my head starting spinning. Who were these people in the front seat of the car?!? Because these people are not behaving like my parents. I was sure that my mom was going to give me my clothes once we got home. No such luck! Thankfully the garage was open and there were no neighbors outside. So I walked as fast as I could to get inside. Dad was having none of that. He told me to get the stuff from the trunk of the car and bring it in. Being naked at a nude beach was one thing, but here at my own house is something totally embarrassing and wrong. I had to make 3 trips to get it all in the house, after I put all the stuff away. I was able to relax in my room for a couple hours ... naked of course... About 530pm my dad called out to me. “Em come in here please” my dad said. As I entered the dining room my heart stopped once again. There was a couple in there that I have never met before. They were a little older than my parents, Very good looking and in good shape. What was very strange, all four of them were nude sitting at the table. I turned to walk away but my dad raised his voice and said “ Just where do you think you’re going young lady. Come back in here and say “hi” to Mr. and Mrs Mathews.” I stood frozen, did they really expect me to say “hi” naked? “But dad, I am not ... appropriate to met new people at the moment.” Mom spoke up “ nonsense Emma, get in here right now! Or else” I turned and walked into the room with my hands trying to cover my body and said” Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs, Mathews.” And then I just stood there My dad’s look told me that he was not happy with me. He said “Em that is not how we taught you to make a proper introduction, is it?” With a shaking voice I whispered, “No dad.” Dad replied. “Well, do it the right way, and do it now!” His tone was one I have heard before and I knew I had no choice. So I stepped forward until I stood in front of them and reached out my hand to shake hers and said, “Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Mathews, will you be joining us for dinner?” Mrs. Mathews spoke up and said “ Hi Emma, it is finally nice to meet you, please call me Stacy and you can call him Wil. And yes we are planning on staying for dinner and dessert. I think your parents even mentioned playing a game later.” After shaking her hand I turned a little and reached out my hand for Wil. And he grabbed my hand a spun me around so quick I did not even realize it for a moment. I was now facing away from them and facing my parents. Wil spoke up. “Jack, you have a beautiful daughter, it looks like she got a lot of sun today. How long were you guys at the beach today? My dad, said “thank you, I believe that she is really beautiful.” Those comments made me blush a lot, I was naked in my dining room and these two old guys are talking about my body as if I was not even there. My dad continued. “We spent about 3.5 hours out there today. I can see what you are talking about Wil. She is pretty red.” Wil spun me around until I was facing him. Looked me in the eyes and said “ It is my pleasure to finally meet you, Your parents have spoke about you a lot over the past few months we have been friends.” As he spoke his eyes lowered and traveled down my body. His hand let go of mine and was reaching for the other one that was still covering my pussy. I just froze, are my parents really going to let this stranger do this?!? He grabbed my hand and in doing so, his fingers brushed across my pubes and the top of my pussy and pulled away my hand. He held my hand out by my hip for what seemed like an hour. I watched his eyes study my body and to my utter embarrassment he reached out with his other hand and tugged on my pubes and said to my mom “ Deb, I thought we talked about this and you agreed that all body hair was to be removed before you guys went to the beach?” What!? I said in my head ... what is going on here, they talked about us going to the nude beach and that I should have shaved beforehand? Who are these people!? My mom started to speak. When my dad interrupted, “Wil, as you know today was the first time that we have seen each other nude. And we were unsure how to break the ice to Em, so we though baby steps were in order. We just gave her the rules on the way back from the beach” Wil, let go of my pubes and looked at my dad and just smiled, and said “of course, no worries. You can just take care of that right now, then ... Yes?” I was not sure what was going on, did he just tell my dad that I needed to shave my pubes?!? Stacy spoke up and asked my mom to go and the supplies and my mom got up and left the room without even saying anything. Stacy, then asked me “ Have you ever shaved your pubes before. Emma?” I was so stunned that I could not speak ... until I heard my dad, telling me to answer her. “I have never shaved before” I said with a very shaky voice. “Well, we do not believe in shaving, we have a laser hair removal tool that works much better, and will keep your hair from growing on your pussy or anywhere for that matter, forever.” Stacy said matter of fact. My mom returned, and had a towel and some clippers, and the laser hair removal tool, along with a bottle. My mom ask Stacy “where we were going to do this?” Stacy looked around and said we should go into the living room so we had more room and so everyone could watch. I about died right there when I heard those words. I was proud of the hair that was growing on my pussy, it meant I was becoming a woman. And now my parents are leading me into the living room. To have it removed ... forever... My mom spread out the towel over the coffee table and told my to sit on it. As I did the adults gathered around. The ladies sat right in front of me and the men were right behind them looking over their shoulders. I wished that I could have disappeared right then. The words I heard next, made my heart stop and I could not breathe. My mom told me “Emma I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can, put each leg on either side of Stacy and I.” as I did, my mom finished her comment with “good girl, now let’s trim off this hair” without wasting any time. She moved the clippers into position over my now very exposed and soon to be hairless pussy. As she made contact I jumped a little, the clippers vibrated which sent chills throughout my body. In just a few very long minutes, I was left with stubble for pubes, and then it got even worse, she had me lay back and hold my legs up and spread out as far as I could. She inspected the area between my pussy and asshole. What really got me going was when she used her hand to feel the area to make sure there was not any more long hairs. I was told to stay on my back and keep my legs spread. Stacy took over and started using the hair removal tool. She started at the top of my pubes, and took her time. It took about 45 minutes, which I do not remember, I guess I spaced out, until I felt fingers spreading some sort of liquid all over the area, the ladies moved away and I heard my mom offered for Wil to take over. Are you kidding me?!? it is one thing having these guys watch this humiliating process. Now Wil is going to participate?!? ugh, this day just can’t get any worse, can it? Wil was now taking his time, getting a close up view of my revealing position. While one hand was on my belly his other hand was spreading the liquid all over, which included my clit, my asshole, and I even felt him slip inside of my pussy to his first knuckle. Just far enough to feel my virginity. Once Wil was done, he moved aside and everyone else took a turn feeling how smooth I was. Each person took at least 2 minutes feeling all over my pussy and ass, I was so embarrassed, but even more so since I was getting turned on, and I started to feel my pussy juices start to flow. I was sure that everyone could see it, and maybe even smell it, I was hoping that because they had spread that liquid all over that it would cover it up ... My dad was last, and he too had his finger inside my pussy to his first knuckle, but what he did after that made me squeak and jump ... as he felt the area between my pussy and asshole, his fingers spent a long time around my little butthole, and then he slipped his finger what felt like all the way inside of me. I am sure it was only for a few seconds but it felt like he was there for many minutes. Once they were done inspecting me, Stacy said that they would have to do that weekly for at least 5 or 6 more times to make sure my hair would never grow back. I was told to go and take a shower. and once I was finished to join the adults for dinner. Chapter 4 I took a nice cool shower, since my skin was hot from being in the sun for so long. Exposing parts of me that had never been touched by the sun. I did spend a few minutes feeling my now hairless and smooth pussy. I have to admit that it felt wonderful, and it made it even more sensitive than before. I just don’t like the way it looks, like I am a little girl again. I was not looking forward to joining the adults for dinner, but I was very hungry. So I dried off and put my hair in a ponytail then joined them in the dining room. Dinner was on the table, Chicken, mashed potatoes, and Green Beans. I sat down and started to eat. When Wil asked me “ Hey, Emma. Do you like the way your pussy looks and feel now? Really?!? Does this guy not have a filter? I just looked over at him for a few seconds, when I heard my dad speak up and say “Em I am tired of you not being polite to our guess, answer him now and from here on out, Do you understand young lady?” I looked at my dad and said “yes daddy, I am sorry, this is just all so new to me” I turned to look at Wil and answered his question “I do not like the way it looks but it does feel pretty good” that got a chuckle out of all of them. I did forget to mention that both my mom and Stacy looks like they had the same treatment done to their pussies. Even the guys looks like they used it on their backs and chest, They were all pretty hairless and smooth. Even the guy’s cocks and pubes were hairless. Once we were all done eating I was told to clear the table and grab the dessert. As I walked around the table all eyes were on me. it took a couple minutes to clear the table. The adults went into the living room and I was told to bring the dessert in there. I brought the cheesecake and set it on the coffee table, along with some plates and forks. As soon as I was finished passes a piece to them. I got me a piece and started to sit down on the couch, but my dad told me to sit as I was earlier, on the coffee table and spread ... I was not happy about that and mumbled under my breathe. That was the wrong thing to do. My dad told me to get over to where he was on the couch. As soon as I got there he grabbed me. “Em I am so tired of your attitude, now get over my knee for an attitude adjustment!” My dad yelled. For the second time today I was getting spanked, and in front of an other audience. My dad only gave me about 10 swats. Them told me to stand up, and go over to my mom. My mom told me to stand about two feet from the back of the couch and to lean over and hold onto armrest. This position put my ass higher than my head. She got up and got behind me, and them told me to spread my legs as wide as I could. My mom hit my ass hard. Much harder than dad did. Mom landed around 5 swats on each cheek. The next 5 were right in the middle of my ass crack. Then to my surprise the last 5 came with an upward motion, and landed right on my hairless pussy. I was hoping that my ordeal was over, but if I have learned anything today, I soon found that I was wrong. My mom told me to go stand in front of Stacy, I did without any hesitation. Stacy said “Turn around, spread your legs and then bend forward and touch the ground” As soon as I was that position, Stacy was inspecting and touching everything! Stacy complemented my parents “ Deb and Jack, you to gave her a good spanking. The spread of hits are done rather well.” With that she smacked my ass once pretty hard, then said “ Let Wil have a look” I walked over to where Wil was sitting and started to get into the same position as I was just in, but after a few seconds he told me to stand up and get on the coffee table, but this time on my hands and knees. I did as I was told. Soon Wil right behind me looking over my very red ass. Wil asked Stacy “ Hey can you please bring me over that lotion, she needs it all over her body to help with the sunburn and for her really red ass” Once he had the lotion he applied it to my shoulders and worked his way down to my ass. He took his time and the other adults just watched as he touched me where ever he wanted. More lotion was applied and now his hands were focused on my ass and pussy. He only stayed there for a few seconds before moving down my legs. I was hoping this was over, but not a chance. He invited my dad over to help. So now I had 4 hands apply lotion all over my body. I had finger inside my ass once again. And others touching my maidenhood. This lasted for what seemed like 20 minutes. Both guys had erections and did not shy away from making sure they were close to my body, and face. I got an up close and personal look at each of their dicks. The men finished and sat back down in their seats, but I was told not to move. The adults talked about our experience at the beach. My dad told the Mathews that I had made a couple friends. And that he knew they had taken photos or a video of me at the beach today. Stacy said that they needed to get a copy of that so we could have it for the record. Then my mom stood up and left the room. A few minutes later she came in and had her digital camera. And went right over to where I was I started taking photos of me. She got many close ups. Even had me roll over and get on my back like I was early. She must have taken about 100 photos the night. She even had me start posing in different positions. She wanted a few photos of the guys rubbing lotion on me, The guys were very quick to fulfill her request. Once again I had 4 hands all over my body. Within a few minutes my dad told me to reach back and spread my ass check as wide as I did at the beach. And then he applied the lotion right in my ass crack. And soon his finger was back inside my asshole, this time, mom was taking photos of it. They even got a few photos of Wil’s finger a knuckle deep inside my hairless virgin pussy. Once the adults were done with my body, we all ate our dessert. Of course as I when eating I had to sit on the coffee table, legs spread and facing the adults. After I finished my dessert I asked if I could be excused and go to my room, since I was pretty tired. My dad said. “ Sure honey, you have had a very long day, with a lot of new experiences. Remember you are to remain naked while you are in the house. Oh, and remember the other thing. You are not to close any doors, even the bathroom. Make sure you say goodnight to everyone.” I got up and I cleared everyone plates and put them in the Kitchen. Then I went to Stacy and said goodnight, She stood up and gave me a hug. She squeezed my tightly and then she lowered both her hands and grabbed my ass and squeezed. What came next was such a surprise. She kissed me! and it was not just a peck on the lips. Once she was done, I went over to Wil. I was already thinking that he would do more than his wife, and I was right. He started with a kiss, his tongue pushed it’s way into my mouth. His hands were on my ass pretty quickly, then he spread my ass check apart, and then he slide his fingers down the crack, all the way down until he was probing my pussy. As he slide back up my crack he paused at my butthole and slipped it inside. This whole time he was kissing me. He stopped his intrusion and said. “ Emma, thank you a wonderful evening you are everything your parents said you would be.” That made me turn an even darker shade of red than I already was. My parents! Talking about me to these people ... Who are these guys?!? I turned around and walked over to my mom, expecting more trauma, but she just gave me a hug and said, “ I love you baby girl, thank you for being such a good girl. I hope you sleep well. Sweet dreams.” And with a quick goodnight kiss, and a pat on my ass I made my way over to my dad. “Honey, we started the day off a little rough. Just know that this will get easier for you as time goes on. You have a beautiful body and should not be ashamed of it. What is a shame is you not sharing it with the world. Now come give me a kiss.” My dad said as he reached out his arms. I walked over to him and he gave me a kiss, and then another. Pretty soon his tongue was in my mouth. And his hands slide down to my chest and he tweaked my little nipple. That was new for me ... Then he slide his hands down my belly and found my hairless pussy. His finger slide right down my pussy all the way to the back. And as he brought his hand back he dipped his finger to his first knuckle inside of me. What he did next was so mind blowing. He brought his finger to my mouth and put inside and told me to taste myself. I froze, until I felt a little pain coming from my nipple. My dad had twisted my nipple again, this time a lot harder. I closed my mouth around his finger and used my tongue to taste myself. He withdrew his finger and turned my away from me giving my ass one last swat for the night. I said goodnight and kept walking. I had to pee and remembered what my dad had just said. But they were busy in the living room, right?!? I closed the door and did my business. And went to bed. It was very weird for me to get under my covers, naked. I fell asleep pretty quickly.

The Girl at the Bus Stop by alan14 Copyright© 2021 by alan14 Chapter 40 Belle was up bright and early again the next morning, brewing coffee as I walked into the kitchen. “What are you doing up so early?” she called across the room as I entered. “I was about to ask you the same thing, I came down to make breakfast for you all.” “Ahh, I beat you to it, sorry.” I watched Belle as she poured cereal into several bowls, all neat and tidy in her new uniform, tie fastened perfectly, hair tied in two neat buns, a little makeup, but not too much, she rarely wore much makeup, none of the girls did. “How long have you been up Belle?” “Not long, about ¾ of an hour.” “Did you sleep ok?” “I slept brilliantly, our talk worked so well, I wasn’t worried at all last night. We had a cuddle for a while and kissed for a bit. I think I was asleep before Poppy.” “So why are you up so early?” “Because I slept so well, silly. I slept like a log for 7 hours. That’s all I need. I was awake at 6, so I got up to make breakfast.” “Is that enough sleep?” “Oh yeah, I bet I could manage on 5 hours, you don’t sleep for long stretches on the street. I feel really good today.” We took our coffees to the table and waited for her sisters. “How were Aunties last night after we went to bed?” “They were OK I think. They got an Uber home as it was still raining. I imagine they spent the whole night talking. I didn’t expect Nita to be quite so understanding, to be honest. I was surprised she just assumed Helen had secrets, that she’d done porn. I suppose she’s glad it wasn’t worse.” “She’s a doctor dad, I bet she’s seen and heard a lot. The girls like Poppy who get hurt in the bad films, they end up seeing doctors. Nita will have had to repair a lot of broken girls.” “She did amazing work on Poppy’s damaged skin, she knew exactly what to do, like she’d done it before.” “Poppy’s never told me how badly she was hurt, was it really bad?” “Very bad,” Poppy told her as she wandered into the kitchen, “I’ll tell you if you plait my hair.” “Ohh, you’ll look great in plaits, how do you want them?” “Two thin plaits please. Are you sure you want to know what they did to me?” “If you lived through it, I think I can stand hearing it. I’m your girlfriend, I need to know what you went through.” “OK, here goes. You know how sore you get after you’ve had sex with dad for a few minutes?” “Oh yeah, but it’s nice soreness, because what we did was fun.” “OK, so imagine that front and back for a couple of days, non-stop. Sometimes two at once, in the same hole.” Belle blanched and covered her face with both hands, “oh god Poppy, why?” “Because they’re fucking bastards. They punched and slapped me, my arse cheeks were red raw, my pussy and arse were torn up. My lower back was a mess of bruises on top of bruises. They used me as an ashtray, I had cigarette burns on my back, my tummy and my boobs.” Belle started to cry, “I don’t understand, why did they do all that? I know you sometimes enjoyed it rough, but just slapping and stuff, why all that violence? I just don’t understand?” “They wanted me dead, Belle, and they wanted their fun while I died. They’re all dead now, or at least all the ones I can remember are dead, and they definitely didn’t have fun while they died.” “If there’s any of them left, I want to meet them. I got a book about Krav Maga yesterday, Esther gave it me, and Lia is going to take me to some classes. In future, if anyone comes for you, they will have to come through me first.” Poppy turned around, she pulled Belle into a powerful hug, “after Monday honey, I know you can keep us all safe. The only thing that could hurt me now is if I lost you. If anyone hurts you, there’ll be hell to pay.” “Let me finish your hair, then I think I need a wash, I bet my face is a mess.” “Your face is perfect Belle, everything about you is perfect.” “But I’m all teary and my mascara has probably run.” “Yeah, there is that, but you’re still perfect in my eyes.” “Thank you, Poppy.” Belle combed her sister’s shoulder-length hair and parted it down the middle, she split each half and plaited them carefully, finishing each plait with a neat pink bow. Poppy turned in her chair and kissed Belle passionately, “now you definitely need a wash, you’ve got my lipstick all over your face.” “And you’re all smudged,” Belle laughed. They clasped hands, dashing off to their bathroom. I put a fresh pot of coffee on and waited for the others. Half an hour later, they were ready for school, an early start today as Poppy had a science lesson before registration. Belle was uncharacteristically quiet during breakfast. She was the last of the three to finish eating and dawdled as she put her coat on. “What’s the matter, Belle,” Katie asked. “I’m being silly, I know, but I’m dead nervous about school today.” “That’s not silly, but seriously, you do not have to worry about school. Jade’s friends will steer well clear of you, because they know if they do anything, they’ll have Poppy to answer to. No matter how impressively you flattened Jade, Poppy is much scarier.” “Now I’m confused, Poppy isn’t scary at all.” “It’s not that she looks scary, but rumours have spread, people know what she went through, that she survived and everyone else died.” “Oh, really. I thought Poppy’s past was a secret.” “Well, they don’t know everything, Jesus, they’d run her out of town with pitchforks if they knew everything. We just spread the homelessness and the brutal attack, and how it’s a weird coincidence that everyone who attacked her is now dead.” “Ahh, so you’re the girl who lived, like Harry Potter!” Belle replied brightly. “Yeah, but I’m rubbish at Quidditch,” Poppy replied as she helped Belle into her big coat. Jenny joined us in the hall, “if there’s any trouble today, I want to know, I have no problem arresting anyone who gives you shit.” “It’ll be fine mum, me and Katie, we spoke to them all yesterday.” They left, Belle in the middle, Poppy and Katie each holding a hand. “It’s not that long since I was at school and none of the girls I was at school with were brave enough to walk hand-in-hand like that,” Jenny said as she pulled me into a hug, “they’re all heroes in my eyes.” “Including me,” Lia asked as she slipped an arm around Jenny. “Especially you Lia, just being alive is a miracle. To be as well balanced as you are, and so well read, yeah, you’re a goddess just like Poppy.” “One day I hope to be as kind as she is.” “I’ve seen nothing to suggest you aren’t as kind as she is.” “I dunno, in my head I’m not a kind person, I can be bitchy at times.” “How do we know Poppy isn’t bitchy in her head?” “She can’t be, look how she is with Belle, and Katie.” “And I’ll counter that by telling Jenny just how nice you were with Belle yesterday,” I replied, “and how loving you are with Katie, and how you’ve refused all offers of expensive clothes and gadgets.” “Well, that’s just natural isn’t it, I can’t have you spending a lot of money on me when you don’t even know me properly.” “You’ve clearly not met some of the girls Helen dated before Nita, they took her for every penny they could get.” “Ahh, ok. I guess I’ll stop running myself down. It’s just when I see the three of them together like that, I wonder whether I could ever be as happy and confident as they are.” “You’re getting there,” Jenny told her. I thought back to yesterday, and Belle’s worry about Katie. “You know, Katie really does love you a lot. She was so excited when we suggested going looking for you. She was super worried about how Poppy would feel about you, and about any possible fall out. Poppy told her straight that she still loved her, always would, but she knew that Katie wanted to be with you. She told Katie straight that she loved her too much to stand in her way, she should see how it went with you.” “Oh my god, that’s what I’m telling you about! Poppy is just so lovely.” “You do love Katie, don’t you?” “I love her so much, she appeared that first day and I think we must have clicked right then, because I can’t think of a sensible reason why she risked catching something by kissing me.” “There’s definitely something about Katie, because Poppy fell for her immediately as well.” “She’s so loving, and her eyes, they just pull you in, so do Belle’s. I love Belle, she’s just such an immense bundle of cuteness, but she’s not like Katie. With Katie I feel whole, you know.” “That’s exactly what Poppy feels about Belle. And it’s why you shouldn’t be worried about losing Katie. They were almost perfect together, but not quite perfect enough. Like a jigsaw piece that looks right but doesn’t quite fit.” “Thank you Alex, I feel so much better now.” Lia went upstairs while Jenny followed me back to the kitchen as I cleared away the breakfast things. “That was a great talk Alex, almost as good as Helen.” “Funnily enough, that’s what Belle said yesterday after I had a word with her about much the same thing.” “Oh really, what was she worried about?” “She was terrified Poppy wanted Katie back, so terrified she hasn’t been sleeping.” “Oh gosh, the poor thing, and she hasn’t said anything.” “No, I only found out by accident as we were talking and she said she spent the night looking at Poppy’s boobs, and we got talking. You mustn’t say anything though. She doesn’t want Poppy to know. She slept fine last night, I checked, she’s happy now.” “She looked so pretty this morning in her uniform, and her hair so neat. Poppy’s hair was lovely as well, with the cute ribbons.” “Belle did Poppy’s hair over breakfast, before Katie and Lia came down. They had their own little meltdown this morning as well.” “Oh gosh, what about. I feel bad for missing out because I slept in again.” “Don’t you worry about it, you didn’t sleep at all yesterday. Anyway, we were talking about something, and the subject of Poppy’s injuries came up, and Belle told me she’d not talked to Poppy about them, she had no idea how bad she’d been, and Poppy entered at that moment. She checked that Belle really did want to know what happened, and then she told her. Belle didn’t handle it well, so they had a cry.” “Oh my, they looked OK as they left.” “Oh yes, it’s all cleared up, they’ve decided that nothing bad will happen to Poppy now, as Belle has Krav Maga skills.” “Belle is so funny, she’s like Scrappy Doo.” “To be fair, she did deck Jade so quickly nobody saw what happened.” “True, she did. Oh yeah, I’ve noticed something the last couple days, since Lia arrived.” “What’s that?” “They call you dad now, and I’m mum. I don’t know if it’s subconscious because Lia’s an adult and calls us Alex and Jenny, so they differentiate themselves by calling us mum and dad.” “I’d noticed that, but not made the connection.” “I’m not saying I’m right, but I think it’s interesting. Anyway, I’ve got to get going in a minute, what are your plans for today?” “We’re going to look at the office buildings we showed you last night. Get a picture of them in the flesh, so to speak, and see what work is involved building them, because they come flat-packed.” “Oh exciting, I guess we’ll be giving Ernie some more work.” “I guess we will.” There’s no simple way to get from home to the part of Teddington we needed, so I booked an Uber to get us there, we’d take a slower way back via Finsbury, so we could have a chat with Jeremy. I wasn’t quite prepared for the garden buildings’ office, I suppose I just expected an office, not unlike an estate agents. What we saw before us was a huge plot of land with dozens of cabins dotted around, the nearest one to the entrance being the actual office. “Well, I guess I’ll get to see exactly what I’m getting,” Lia whispered to me as we entered the front office. We were greeted by elderly man who introduced himself as the founder and owner of the company, and we were immediately reassured by his warm and friendly manner. “Hello, I’m Stanley, how can we help you today.” I let Lia speak, it’s going to be her office, so she can lead the purchase. “Hi, I’m Lia, this is my guardian, Alex. I’m looking for a garden office where I can run my sisters’ charity.” “A charity you say, let’s have a wander around the site while you tell me about your charity. Oh, do be careful outside, last night’s rain means it’s a little muddy under foot.” “Don’t you worry about me, last week I was sleeping outside in the rain.” “Ahh, I wonder, are you connected to the young girls who were on the television at the weekend?” Lia turned to me, “were Poppy and Belle on the telly?” “Oh yes, so much is happening right now we’re forgetting things. Yes, they were presented with an award at the weekend, they were interviewed on the weekend news.” “That’s amazing, I shall make them show me the interview tonight,” Lia replied brightly before turning back to Stanley, “so, to answer your question, yes, I am connected to the young girls who were on the telly, they’re my sisters Poppy and Belle.” Lia excitedly explained the charity’s aims to Stanley as we walked to the back of the lot, she told him what her role was, and how she expected the charity to function, the food waste interception project, the kitchens, the plan to distribute personal hygiene products and little treats. She’d had a new idea yesterday that she’d not spoken to Poppy about yet, logging all the street kids’ birthdays, as best as they could remember them at any rate, and giving them a card and present on, or as close to their birthday as they could manage. Stanley was hugely impressed with Lia’s presentation. “I’m guessing that seeing as you were on the streets last week, you’ve only recently been made privy to this charity.” “Well, the whole thing is new, it’s not even properly off the ground yet.” “But you spoke so eloquently about their aims, it means a lot to you. Same with your sisters, Poppy and Belle?” “Yes, if you saw them on TV, Poppy is the older of the two, with the chestnut hair, she’s such a hero. Belle is the younger one, with black hair, she’s so cute.” “I was most impressed with how well Belle spoke, for such a young girl she was very well spoken. You’re all very passionate about your work.” We’d reached the back of the lot without slipping in the mud, here we were amongst some of the more ordinary looking sheds that Belle had seen first on the website. “What exactly are you looking for in a garden office?” “Ahh, well, I’d like it to be big enough for two desks at least, because Alex works from home, he’s an author. So it would be nice if he could keep me company during the day. I’d like big windows so I can watch the birds in the trees, and I’m sure I saw a squirrel yesterday. I’d like room to store books and things, and maybe a radiator would be nice in winter.” “I see, so two desks and large windows rule out these few, so we’ll step forwards a little. These models here,” he indicted the next row of buildings. “are our most popular, they can accommodate two people, but don’t give a huge amount of room for storage. I’m guessing as this will be a working office you’ll need space for things like a printer and filing, so we’ll move on.” The next row looked bigger than the model we’d looked at online, I paced the first one out, it was just a little longer, but significantly deeper. “I think you’ll like this model,” Stanley told us, “step inside, don’t worry about muddy shoes, the floor is very easy to keep clean.” The front of the cabin had two very big windows, one of which was a sliding door. “The big sliding window is very handy in summer,” he told us as we stepped though it and into the large cabin. It was set out as an office for three people, a large desk on one side with shelving fixed to the wall behind, and a printer on a cupboard against the side wall. The other side of the cabin was filled by two smaller desks facing each other, more shelves and a filing cabinet. The space was very well used. The walls were blonde wood, giving the whole place a light and airy feel. Lia was beaming, she sat behind the big desk and pretended to work on the fake laptop placed there to make it look more office-like. “I love it, and I have an idea, instead of two desks there, we could have a big table, for meetings, and, yeah, four people would work at the same table with laptops, the girls could use it for homework in summer, with the window open and some music playing. Oh yes, this is perfect.” “You’ll have lots of questions about building and setting up things like computers that are way beyond me, so I’ll leave you for a moment to look around while I lasso one of my salespeople and send them down to help you. When they arrive, please show them this card, they’ll know what to do with the price then.” Stanley gave Lia a black card, all it said on it was VIP in silver script. “I wonder what this means,” Lia pondered as she flipped it over, the reverse was blank. “I’ve no idea, I guess we’ll find out shortly.” “What do you think of the colour? It’s bright, but a bit bland. Do you think it comes in different colours, or do we paint it ourselves?” “I imagine that’s one of the questions the salesperson can answer, along with how we get the internet in here. I love your meeting table idea by the way, and your birthday present idea, Poppy was so right about you being the perfect person to manage the project.” “Thank you, this is all so exciting. I’m really buzzing to get started working properly.” It was a few moments before a salesperson arrived, introducing herself as JoJo, she didn’t look much older than Lia, dressed in a grey turtleneck sweater, black jeans and patent leather Doc Marten boots. “One of my daughters would kill for those boots,” I told her, “they didn’t have her size when we last went shoe shopping.” “I love them, they literally go with everything in my wardrobe. So, gramps said you wanted this model cabin, but you have some questions...” “Oh, Stanley is your grandad, that’s great,” Lia replied, “he gave me this to show you.” “Ahh, the VIP card, he must like you, he only hands these to the special customers.” “What does it mean?” “It means you get everything half price and we help with the build. You just have to lay the concrete base at least a week before we arrive.” “Oh really, that’s amazing, thank you.” Lia replied. “So, you have questions?” I started, “well, firstly, how do we get power and network to the cabin?” “We’ll give you a detailed set of instructions on that, normally customers dig a trench across the garden, run the cables in a plastic pipe and pour the concrete over the pipe, with the pipe sticking out of the base at the back. There’s connections on the back wall of the cabin for power and network, and phone if you need it.” “What if I want the walls inside a different colour, can you paint them before delivery?” “We didn’t used to, but so many customers requested different colours, we now offer to spray the walls any colour you like, just give us the RAL code for the colour you want, and we’ll do the rest.” “Thanks, I’ll talk to my sisters, I’m sure none of us will be able to agree so I’ll go for a light purple or something.” “How many sisters have you got.” “Three, but we’re not related or anything, not really, we’re waifs and strays collected by Alex and Jenny, and I can’t thank them enough for what they’ve done to ensure our safety.” “Now I’m curious. I’ll tell you what, let’s go through the options, work up a price and schedule, then you can tell me everything over lunch. Does that work for you?” “That sounds perfect, err ... what are the options?” Lia asked. “There’s loads, like the type of the window frames, whether you want the sliding door or a regular door, the regular door is more secure...” “We live in Wimbledon...” “I guess the sliding door will be fine then. We can fit ceiling speakers, they’re connected to a Bluetooth receiver, so you don’t have to worry about wires and stuff for your music. There’s a basic network switch in a box on the rear wall, you can swap this for a more enterprise model, or lose it entirely if you choose the WiFi only option, which means you only need to run power from the house.” “How do we get the WiFi into the cabin,” I asked, “I don’t have a great signal at the bottom of the garden.” “You fit a transmitter to the house, and there’s a receiver on the outside of the cabin, it’s very easy to set up. They’re about the size of a pack of cards, so they’re very discrete.” We spent about 30 minutes discussing the details, towards the end of the meeting I phoned Ernie to see if he was available to lay the base and help with the build. He asked to speak with JoJo so I put the phone on speaker, they chatted for five minutes about the specification for the concrete base, the details about the fixings used to secure the cabin to the base, the location for the power connector etc. “I’ll come round in the morning to measure up for the base,” he told me after he’d finished with JoJo, “I’ll pop in and see the people about that network thingy, I may as well fix the unit to the house ready. I’ll talk to my brother Mick, he can do the electrics, and he knows a bit about networks.” “Nice one Ernie, I’ll be around all day tomorrow, pop round any time.” JoJo had a calculator out as I finished my call, adding up the itemised bill for the cabin, she wrote a figure at the bottom and slid the paper across to me. The final bill, even after the customisations Lia requested, was significantly below the price of the basic, smaller model we’d looked at online. JoJo saw me hesitate before signing the order and misunderstood me, “so, this is the absolute best price we can do.” “Ahh, sorry, I’m not worried about the price at all, I was fully prepared to pay the prices we’d seen online. I’d already weighed up the cost compared to renting office space. No, I’m just thinking about whether I pay this from my regular account and get my accountant to sort out the tax stuff for the charity, or I pay it from the charity’s funds. Ahh, bugger it, I’ll stick it on my card and let my accountant worry about it.” “Fantastic, we’ll need to pop up to the office to pay the deposit, then we’ll ask for the balance once you’re happy with the build.” Twenty minutes later we were in a pub down the road and Lia was chatting to JoJo about the aims of the charity while I ordered drinks and food. “I see, so all your sisters were homeless?” JoJo was asking as I returned to the table. “Oh no, Katie has a family, they just hated her because she’s gay, and her mother was about to start work on a cruise ship and dump her in a boarding school, changing schools right in the middle of her GCSE year.” “Oh man, that’s harsh. How did you get to know Katie?” “She was dating my other sister, Poppy, at the time.” “So, Katie is also Poppy’s girlfriend, this is crazy, but I love it.” “Hahaha, well you’ll love this more, because it’s way more crazy than that.” “I’m listening...” “Katie is my girlfriend now, because Katie helped Poppy find the true love of her life, Belle.” “She’s the third sister, right?” “Yes, but they’re not actually my sisters if that makes sense. Poppy, Belle and Katie have all been adopted. I’m 18, so Alex hasn’t adopted me.” “If you feel a kinship with them, then they’re your sisters in my book.” “Oh definitely.” “So, what’s it like having four teenage daughters?” “Well, I think my experience is less than typical, because they’re all so well adjusted and respectful of each other. Yeah we’ve had trauma over the last few weeks, because the girls have all lived through horrors, but they help each other through them. Frankly, Poppy behaves like Belle’s mother sometimes, so we don’t have to look after her at all.” JoJo was smiling, “I bet my dad wishes I was like your girls when I was their age. The poor guy, I terrorised him, I did everything I could to rebel, fighting, smoking, coming home drunk with unsuitable boys. Shit, I thought I was pregnant when I was 14, luckily it was just indigestion, that was a lesson I should have learnt from, but I was stupid.” “I would never have thought you were a bad person, you seem so nice.” “There’s a misspelt tattoo on my arse as evidence that I was an absolute twat for a few years. It took a weekend in a police cell to straighten me out.” “Seriously!” Lia gasped, “what happened?” “I got drunk and stole a car, I didn’t get far though, I crashed it at the end of the street. It’s a miracle I didn’t kill myself. I was arrested and dad refused to bail me out, so I was held until my court appearance.” “What happened in court?” “I was banned from driving for two years, which was weird as I didn’t even have a driving licence, I still don’t. I also got a fine that dad refused to pay, so I worked weekends on the market earning money to pay my fine.” “How’s your relationship with your dad now?” I asked. “Great actually, because that crash woke me up. I guess I’d have come to my senses at some point anyway, but crashing a stolen car is better than ending up in hospital with a drugs overdose or getting pregnant and not knowing who the dad is.” Lia nodded in response, “true, very true. I saw a lot of girls die from drugs on the streets. Poppy nearly did, twice, but I didn’t know her then.” “I work with dad, gramps, a couple of uncles and several cousins. We’re all family at work.” “Oh, really. An office romance would be awkward,” Lia muttered. “Oh shit, it so would. I really fancy one of my cousins as well, it’s so awkward.” “Does he like you?” “She...” “Ahh, does she like you?” “I’ve no idea, she’s married anyway.” Our food arrived, cutting off that line of conversation. JoJo, who’d ordered a Caesar Salad, looked enviously at Lia’s Philly Cheesesteak sandwich. “Do you want half my sandwich?” Lia asked, “seriously, I need to save room for apple pie.” “Are you sure?” “Absolutely, you can’t survive on salad.” “I hate my life sometimes,” JoJo whispered, “I’m a model part time, and my agent weighs me every time I go to see him, if I’ve put in an ounce he screams at me.” “Well dump him and find a better agent,” I told her, “there’s no reason why a model should be unnaturally skinny.” I pulled out my phone and flipped though my camera roll, “here’s my sister, she’s a model.” “Oh my god! Helen Taylor is your sister, oh fuck, she’s so gorgeous. Yeah, she’s got a proper figure, I so wish I could just be natural, but Gerald, he’s my agent, he only likes girls who look like pre-teen boys, it’s weird. Does she have an agent, maybe I could speak to them.” “Helen works for herself, she does very little modelling nowadays.” “Can I be really cheeky?” “Of course, be as cheeky as you like.” “Can you, like, arrange a meeting with your sister, I’d love to speak to a professional, get some advice off her.” “That’s not even slightly a problem,” I told her as took my phone back and dialled. “Hey Helen, how’s it going?” “Oh, hey Alex, thanks for ringing, you just woke me up.” “Ahh, I’m sorry.” “Don’t be, I shouldn’t be in bed, it’s past noon. We talked until about 4 in the morning, everything is straight, I asked Nita to marry me, she said yes, then we went to bed, to sleep.” “That’s amazing, I’m glad you got everything sorted. Anyway, in other news, how would you like to be a mentor?” “A mentor? Who’ve you adopted now?” “Hahaha, I’ve not adopted anyone. Lia and I are having lunch with an aspiring model, she’s with an agent who likes the pre-pubescent boy look...” “Oh fuck Alex, you know how much I hate agents like that. Where are you?” “We won’t be here by the time you’re dressed...” “Ahh yes.” “And she’s got to get back to work soon.” “Ask her what time she finishes.’ “Helen wants to know what time you finish work.” “Err, 5 o’clock.” “Did you hear that?” “Yeah, give her my address, tell her to come round and we can have a chat.” I cut the call and pulled out a pen and some paper, “Helen says you’re welcome to pop round to her house after work, she has a very deep hatred of people like your agent. Here’s her address and phone number.” “Seriously, she wants to see me?” “Absolutely, Helen has one mission in life, and that’s to use her experience to help others.” JoJo checked her watch, “oh shit, I’ve really got to get back to work soon. Thank you both so, so much. Please, pop round again, bring your sisters next time.” “Here, take half my sandwich,” Lia said as JoJo stood to put her coat on, “eat it on the way.” “You’re an angel, I’ll so enjoy eating this.” “Wow, she was so lovely,” Lia said after JoJo had dashed off, “you would never guess someone so pretty and well-spoken had been so wild.” “What about Poppy?” “Oh yeah, she’s really well-spoken, she can sound proper posh at times too.” “Exactly, never judge a book by its cover.” Lia finished her diet coke, “I kind of want to see her misspelt tattoo.” “Do you want to see the tattoo, or her arse.” “Mmm, both I think,” she replied with a smile. We got the train over to Finsbury, I phoned Jeremy to let him know we were on our way, he apologetically asked for a couple of bags of coal from the hardware store. Lia was happy carrying two bags of coal, so we grabbed a couple each and walked up the road to the abandoned house that served as Jeremy’s HQ. He must have some kind of lookout posted elsewhere on the street, because once again the door opened before I had chance to knock. “Oh man, this is so great, it’ll keep the place warm for a week or so,” Jeremy said as he took the bags off Lia as we stepped into the cold, dark house. He led us into the lounge and started to build a fire as we helped ourselves to drinks from the flasks on the table. “So great to see you Lia,” he called over his shoulder as he tried to get the damp newspapers to burn. “And you Jeremy, you’re looking well.” “I’m fully vegan now, I finally cut dairy out of my diet, I feel great,” he replied as he fanned the small fire until it caught properly, “so, how are you enjoying life with Alex and his family?” “It’s great so far, I can’t believe how nice it is being in a family. Everyone is so accepting.” “And you’re getting along with Katie?” “You know about me and Katie?” “I know everything,” Jeremy chuckled as he wiped the coal dust from his hands onto a dirty towel, “I spoke to Helen yesterday, she told me.” “We’re getting along great, she’s so warm and friendly, and so pretty, but I guess you know that.” “I do, all you girls are stunning.” “Which caused a problem for Belle on Monday,” Lia told him. “Oh really, what kind of problem?” So Lia filled Jeremy in on the brief fight after school, and Belle’s immediate one day suspension. “Ahh, I see, so Belle did learn how to protect herself. I always worried that she was too dependent on Poppy’s protection, it seems I worried unnecessarily.” “I learnt a lot of martial arts while I was on the streets, I’m happy to give Belle some more formal training.” “Thanks Lia, I hope it won’t be necessary now, but it’ll be good just to give Belle some peace of mind.” Once Jeremy was happy with the fire, he poured himself a coffee and we discussed where we were at with the charity, Lia’s role managing the funds and the volunteers, Belle’s role managing the kitchens, Poppy’s role as figurehead and street liaison, Jeremy’s role intercepting supplies. “On a related note, I’m sure we could use charity funds to get the power back on here,” I said, “if you’re playing a significant role we can legitimately claim this place is one of our offices.” “Thanks, but there’s no point, we’ll have to move out soon, the guy who owns this whole row has just sold all the houses to a developer. The 20 houses are being turned into flats. So, I’m having to find a new operations base for our work. I think I’ll get something closer to the centre of the city.” “I always wondered why you were so far away from the action, so to speak,” I replied. “Ahh, that’s simple, I live round here, two streets over. Although, due to my desire to keep my multiple lives physically and emotionally separate, I’m afraid I can’t let you know where I live.” “And that is completely understandable,” I assured him, “your family life is precious.” “I thank you for being so understanding, as always.” “You mentioned before you’d spoken to Helen, was that about the fire?” “Yes, it was. She wanted to know if we’d checked about any of her films, it took a little effort to get the information out of the guy, as he didn’t recognise either of the names she gave me. Seems she needn’t have worried, he had no idea she was famous and so the videos he’d taken without her permission had never been uploaded to their servers. We saw a clip of one video, it was nowhere near as grim as the videos of Poppy.” “Oh gosh,” Lia cried, “were Poppy’s videos bad.” “Very, very bad. The courts have a 10-tier system of classification for child pornography, some of this stuff was solidly in level 10. I’ve seen some bad shit in my time doing this work, what that kid survived during those sessions made me cry. I was going to have my guys just shoot the bastard, but we decided he needed to suffer like she did. You just caught the end of that in the video I sent you.” “How long did he suffer?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer. “A couple of days...” Jeremy muttered, he turned his attention to the fire, but not before I caught some tears in his eyes at the memory of what he’d seen in the films. “So, Helen was in the clear all along?” “Yes, and as far as we can tell, Poppy is now. Although my guy Terry has some screenshots from both Poppy and Helen’s films that he’s using to search the deep web. This is beyond me, but he knows what he’s doing. Every time he finds footage, he’s going to remotely initiate a secure wipe of the server. It’s an aggressive tactic, but completely necessary. He’s also got some more generic photos of Helen and he’s going try to find other films of hers, then we’ll see about removing them from the internet.” “You can do that?” Lia asked, “find films and destroy the computers?” “Apparently so, although we won’t destroy the computers, just the data on the hard drives. Don’t ask me how.” “If I got you some photos of me when I was younger, could he look for me, please, I always worry that my bastard brothers filmed me being raped.” “Of course, and the offer still stands about your family, I’m more than happy to send money to some people in prison to do your brothers some serious harm.” “OK, if there’s films out there, they need to pay, and my dad.” “We know where your dad is, I’ve been watching him for the past year.” “Really? Why?” “Because he’s been picking up young girls. So far none have been underage, and none have been hurt much, and they’ve all been paid. I don’t like it, but if I wade in on every guy who slaps the working girls around, I’ll be too busy beating people up to get my day job done.” “I know what you mean, I know that’s the kind of work that Poppy did, although, she’s underage, and if you’ve been watching my dad...” “Yes, I know where you’re going there. I’m not aware that he’s ever touched Poppy. If he has, then he’s dead, he just doesn’t know it yet.” Lia thought for a moment, “you really love Poppy, don’t you?” “It’s not fair to have favourites, but if I did have one, then she’d be my favourite.” “Why is she so special to you?” “You’ve met her right, you make your mind up.” “Well, she’s incredibly sexy, but I know that’s not why you help us.” “She’s special to me, has been from the first time I met her. I’m not going to debate it further.” “Fair enough, I’m not going to argue about why she’s special because I’ve felt her aura.” Lia was silent for a moment, then she asked “do you think my dad is a danger to girls. Is there a noticeable change in behaviour, like worse damage, younger girls?” “Not that I’ve noticed, but I’ll ask the guys watching him.” “If he goes for anyone younger than me, kill him, but make it quick.” “Ok, and your brothers?” “Yeah, if you find films ... Oh fuck it, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but please, do your thing.” Jeremy pulled out his phone and dialled a number from memory, “hey, that Lia business, do it ... yep, all of them.” He put the phone away, “sorted, your dad will be quick, your brothers less so.” “My brothers are big bastards, I don’t want your guys to get hurt.” “They’re not my guys, they’re brutal fighters who live for blood, I have no feelings for them one way or another.” “Ahh, OK. About my films, I have some photos at home, if I scan them in and send them over, will that be enough?” “I imagine so, if not I’m sure Terry will get in touch and ask for more.” “Brilliant, I guess. Is it ok that I feel really bad about what I’ve just asked you to do?” “It’s perfectly natural, at the end of the day, they’re family. Something I see day in day out is the terrible truth that most abuse happens within families, and that family tie means it’s difficult for victims to condemn their abusers.” “I guess,” Lia said quietly, then she looked at me, “can we go home now please?” “Of course, we’ll get some cake on the way.” Back home Lia went straight upstairs to try on a couple of t-shirts she’d bought in a charity shop, while I made some coffee. 15-minutes later Lia hadn’t returned, so I took her coffee upstairs. I heard her crying as I reached her bedroom door, I knocked. Lia sniffed and said I could enter. “I, err ... brought you coffee.” She gave me a weak smile and patted the pillow beside her, “hop aboard.” I passed Lia the mug and kicked off my shoes as I slipped onto the bed. Lia held the mug in both hands as she slipped it slowly. I waited for her to gather whatever thoughts had brought on the tears. “You know, I’m not sorry about what will happen to my brothers, or my dad, they were utter bastards who killed my mum then did horrible things to me.” She took another sip of her coffee before setting the mug aside, she rested her head on my shoulder, tears slowly running down her cheek and onto my sweater. I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, I gave her has much time as she needed. “I really don’t care whether any of my family live or die, and that’s why I’m upset. Something inside me is dead, I feel nothing for them.” “That part of you that feels this way, it’s not your fault, they killed it.” “I don’t want to be dead inside,” she cried. “I don’t believe you’re dead inside...” “I must be, my whole family is about to be killed, and I don’t care.” “But your family were monsters, they killed your mum and would have killed you in a heartbeat once they got bored or found someone else. Just because you don’t feel anything for them doesn’t mean you’re a bad person Lia. And you are not dead inside, you’re a loving, kind woman who just happened to be born into a shit family.” Lia lifted her head and looked into my eyes, “even after what I just said, you think I’m a kind, loving woman?” “Yep. Would you describe Poppy as kind and loving?” “Oh yes, just look at what she’s doing, and how she treats Belle, she’s pure love.” “She gave Jeremy a list of names, knowing full well they’d die a horrible death.” “Ahh, but were any family?” “A couple of them could be her dad, we’ve still no idea who he is, but Nikki’s pimp and dealer are good candidates.” Lia put her head back on my shoulder, cuddling up close, “this is nice, can I stay here for a bit?” “Of course, you can cuddle me as long as you like.” “I’m starting to feel a bit better, but I need to think for a while.” I stayed as still as I could as I felt Lia relax, her breathing slowed and soon she was asleep, so I carefully slipped back against the headboard and prayed I wouldn’t need to use the bathroom before she woke. I carefully checked my watch, not too long before the girls would be home. Thankfully they were reasonably quiet when they arrived home. I heard the hall cupboard open as they discarded their coats, then quick feet on the stairs. Katie ran into the room, she let out a little gasp as she saw us, the gasp attracted her sisters, who were about to speak until they saw Lia was asleep. They came closer and I whispered that we’d tell them later, Belle put her mouth to my ear, “she looks so gorgeous like that. It’s her turn to cook, but I’ll do it if you help me with my English homework.” I had to chuckle at that, but I agreed to help her, so she and Poppy left the room and Katie changed out of her uniform into casual clothes as silently as possible. She carefully kissed Lia’s forehead before crossing the landing to start her homework. It was about half an hour before Lia stirred, “ohh, I guess I was comfy if I fell asleep. Have the girls got home from school yet?” “They’re home, and they’ve been in and seen you, Katie even got changed and kissed you.” “Really, oh man, I must have been completely zonked. I hope I didn’t give you a dead shoulder from leaning on you.” “I’m sure I’ll be fine, in a day or two.” Lia touched my cheek, so I turned to look at her, then she shocked me, she brought her lips to mine and kissed me. Not just a quick peck either, a proper, long kiss. Our lips parted, she brushed her tongue across my teeth, just once, but it was obvious she was kissing on her own terms, this wasn’t something she thought I expected for being kind. We parted, breathless. “You’re a fantastic, kind man,” she gasped, “one day...” is all she said before she jumped off the bed to use her bathroom. I left the room quietly, so she wouldn’t be embarrassed when she came out. Katie saw me leaving and pulled me into their study, “is she OK?” “Mostly,” I replied, working out what to tell them without going into details, “we went to see Jeremy, and she made a decision, I can’t really tell you any more than that. Please don’t grill her, I’m sure she’ll tell you once she’s got things fixed in her head.” “You’ve got lipstick on,” Belle giggled, “did she kiss you?” “She did, and she also soaked my good sweater with tears, so I’m going to get changed.” “And have a wash, or mum will be wondering who kissed you.” “It can’t be any of us,” Poppy added, “that shade only suits Lia.” “Does it suit me,” I asked. “Not really,” she replied, “but Lia suits you.” “What do you mean?” “You looked really good together,” Katie said, “she’s a good kisser isn’t she.” “She is, I hope you’re not upset.” “Oh gosh no, as long as I can kiss mum sometimes you can kiss Lia any time you like.” “I’m fairly sure Jenny will be happy with that arrangement.” “We really are the best family ever!’ Belle cried. “Definitely the best family I’ve ever had,” Poppy agreed. “What was your family like, Dad?” Katie asked, “was it fun at home?” “Well, our parents were much older than us, they’d both had careers before they married. Mum was in her early 30’s when she met dad, and dad was in his mid-40’s. They were good parents, we wanted for nothing. Helen and I went to good schools, we went on good family holidays, as you’d expect with dad’s job. They weren’t fun parents though...” “Were they dementors, like Katie’s mum?” Belle asked. “Gosh no, mum could be fun, Helen got on with her really well, but we didn’t go out for fun day trips to the zoo and stuff, we’d go to galleries and museums. Which were very useful from an educational point of view, but it would have been nice to go somewhere like Alton Towers at least once.” “So, what did you do at home, did you watch films and play music?” “Dad was a film buff, he had a big collection of films. He loved Gregory Peck and Humphrey Bogart films, and he had a lot of westerns. We didn’t have much music playing though. Mum loved Abba and Madonna, she played them when dad was out, but he couldn’t stand music when he was working, so we had to be quiet if he was working at home.” “Is that why you’re like you are, to be different to your dad?” “Maybe, but until you all arrived I wasn’t like this.” “Surely you were,” Poppy replied, “you have all that music, and the films, and your books are quite fun.” “David Harris’s books are quite fun, I’m definitely putting that on my next book,” I teased. Poppy slapped me playfully, “Stop it, you know what I mean.” “I do, and I guess to a certain extent you’re right, Helen and myself, we’re different to our parents, although you’d have to check with Helen, because like I said, she was close to mum, and they spent a lot of time together. If we all took after our parents nothing would change. Today’s society is very different to the one my parents were born into. We’re more tolerant on the whole, yeah there’s pockets of racists still, and a section of society who will never accept women as equals, but mostly, people today will allow everyone to express themselves in any way they wish, and I’ve tried hard to understand how you all think, because before you moved in Poppy I had almost zero experience of teenage girls.” “But Helen was a teenager once.” “True, she was, but when she was your age, I was at university, so we only really spent time together during the holidays, and by that time she was with mum a lot. She started modelling almost full time when she was 16.” “What kind of modelling did she do then?” Belle asked. “You’d have to ask her, she was always well developed, so I guess she was doing lingerie and swimsuit kind of shoots.” “Didn’t you have a girlfriend at school? You know, someone like us?” Katie asked. “I went to a boys’ school, and we lived in a village, so once I got home from school there was no one my age around to meet up with.” “Aww, that’s a shame.” Belle sympathised, “Did you fancy Helen when you were younger?” I had to laugh at that, only Belle could ask such a question. “I honestly have never even considered that. I’m older than her by a few years, so when I was 15 and thinking about girls she was still in primary school. I’ll admit that when I look back at her old photos, she was a very beautiful girl, but no, I didn’t lust after her back then.” “So, you genuinely only got together with her recently?” “Absolutely, from us becoming close after I finished university and moved back to London, she’s been strictly gay, so I never even thought about her in a romantic way.” “Cool, so it’s down to us that you got together at long last.” “It’s entirely down to you Poppy.” “What is?” Lia asked as she entered the room, make-up fixed and wearing a fresh t-shirt, she looked beautiful. “Alex’s affair with Helen, it’s my fault apparently,” Poppy answered with a smile as Lia hugged Katie. “Ahh, getting his excuse ready for when the authorities come for him, smart. Anyway, who wants to help me burn food?” “I’ve already offered to cook,” Belle replied, “that way we don’t have to wave tea-towels at smoke alarms to stop the bleeping.” “You can help me then, I was thinking I really fancied some chips, do we have a chip pan?” “We do,” I told her, “it’s in the back of the cupboard with the other pans. Please turn on the extractor over the hob, I don’t want the house smelling like a chippy.” “If Belle doesn’t watch me closely the smell will be the least of your worries. If we survive, I’ll reward you with the story of what happened earlier.” Jenny arrived as they were making dinner, she looked a little flustered as she closed the front door. “Is Lia about?” she whispered. “Yeah, she’s cooking with Belle.” “Lia honey,” Jenny spoke as we entered the kitchen, “where’s your brother being held?” “Which one?” “Err, I guess all of them.” “Jayden’s in Belmarsh, because he put a guard in hospital when he was in Wormwood Scrubs. Malky is in Scrubs, Jordie is in Brixton.” “Ahh, Jordie’s real name is Michael Jordon Jackson?” “Yes, why?” “I’m afraid he was stabbed to death about an hour ago.” Lia fell forwards, Belle caught her quickly and helped her over to the table. “Oh fuck, really? That was quick work.” “What do you mean?” Jenny asked. Lia turned to Belle, “err, I guess you should get the others, we’ll have the talk now.” “Should I turn the pan off? Will this take long.” “Turn it off Belle, I’ll take us all out for dinner, we can have chips out.” “Nooo, I’ll make us chips when we’re done talking.” “Ok, you can cook, just get Poppy and Katie.” Soon we were all around the table, Lia reached across and held Katie’s hands. “We had a word with Jeremy earlier,” she started, “you know, introducing me as finance and admin girl, getting an update on preparations and stuff. After we’d finished, we spoke about other matters, and the subject of my family came up. It seems my dad is spending time looking at young girls in parks and paying for young looking prostitutes. Jeremy again offered to deal with my family, so I agreed.” “This would be dealing with them in the same manner as he dealt with Poppy’s attackers,” Jenny asked, knowing the answer before she’d even asked. “Yes, and it seems he had people ready and waiting to start.” “Why start with Jordie,” Katie asked, “I thought Jayden was the main offender?” Lia smiled weakly and gave Katie’s hands a squeeze, “he was, but he’s in Belmarsh, that’s a really high security prison, so he won’t be easy to get to. Jordie was in Brixton, which is a Category C prison, the guys in there are out of their cells most of the day. I’d imagine it would be easy for someone to arrange a fight.” “That’s what happened, we got a call to send support as there’s now a riot going on.” “Oh god,” Lia cried, “I hope Jeremy’s guy is OK.” “I’ll check with him later,” Jenny said, “now, I’m going to ask a question, and I want a serious answer from all of you, because some day someone is going to put two and two together and realise a lot of people connected with you girls are dying of unnatural causes.” All the girls looked serious as Jenny stared at each of them in turn. “Poppy, is everyone that did you harm gone?” Poppy thought for a few moments, she looked sad as she answered, “I think so, but I’ve still got gaps in my memory. Like, I’ve no idea what happened to me most of the time between letting Belle go with Flower and me ending up being gang raped, and that’s like a month or more.” “More like three months,” Belle said quietly. “Fuck, really?” “Yeah, it was September when you went missing.” “Sorry mum, I haven’t a clue.” “Fair enough, Belle, what about you?” “Me, nothing. Seriously. Nobody hurt me after I left home, and Liam’s gone now.” “Katie?” “Why me? You know my family, they’re harmless.” “Sorry, but I have to ask. And Lia?” “Just my dad and two remaining brothers.” “Nobody hurt you on the streets?” “Nope, I kept myself to myself.” “OK, and Jeremy has agreed to take out all your family?” “Yes, I’m so sorry if this is a problem for you, I wasn’t thinking straight.” “It’s fine, honestly. I’ll speak to Jeremy in a bit and see what his plans are. Right, why don’t you start making dinner while I get changed.” Jenny stopped at the door, “and don’t think I haven’t spotted that lipstick mister.” “I’m so sorry,” Lia replied, “he was so nice to me before, and I kind of got carried away.” Jenny laughed, “it’s fine honey, you can kiss Alex as much as you like, as long as you kiss me sometimes.” “That would be so much fun.” “It really would honey, it really would,” Jenny replied as she headed up to the bedroom to change. “Why don’t you tell Poppy about the idea you had this morning?” I told Lia. “Oh yeah, I’ve been thinking it might not be so good, and it would be a lot of work for you Poppy.” “I don’t mind work, what’s your idea, then we can decide together if it’s good or not.” “Ahh, ok. Well, I thought we could collect the date of birth of all the street kids, then we could give them a card and gift for their birthday, assuming we can find them at the time.” “Oh wow, that’s such a nice idea, I love it. I was thinking that one of your jobs would be to collate all the data on all the kids, you’d just enter it on the computer, we’d collect it. Then we could use the data to monitor them, for health and stuff. Jeremy has some medical teams around the city that he calls on. They saved my life twice, at least. So I was thinking we could keep track of the kids, and help the medical people up to date. “Then you just added a really nice use for the information we collect, amazing work Lia, thank you.” Katie moved around the table and hugged Lia, “I just knew you’d be perfect for the charity, you think along exactly the right lines. And perfect for me, too.” “Thank you, Katie, you’ve no idea how much it means to me, you saying that.” “You complete me, Lia.” “Ditto,” Lia replied as they kissed. “I guess I’ll make chips while you two get a room,” Belle said with a smile. “I’ll help,” Poppy told her, “what else are we having?” “What was your favourite meal when we had a bit of cash and ate at Tony’s off Wardour Street?” “Sausage, egg, chips and baked beans,” Poppy replied, her eyes twinkling with delight. “That’s what we’re having, you cook the sausages, I’ll do the chips and the eggs.” “Who’s doing the beans?” Lia asked. “That’s your job, just put them in a bowl and pop them in the microwave.” “I reckon I can do that...” Lia answered. “And you’ve got about 20 minutes until we need you, if you know what I mean,” Belle laughed. “That gives me time for my maths homework,” Katie said. “Wrong answer,” we all laughed.

Tracy On Display - Oops! By skindiver71 Tracy On Display - Oops! Pt. 01 My innocent wife on display in front of friends. My wife of 5 years Tracy loves being a mom however something changed after the birth of our daughter. Tracy is a naturally beautiful woman with long brown hair with sun bleached highlights, lightly tanned skin with cute freckles. She is just over 5'7" inches tall with long toned lean legs and she looks like she walked off a Roxy advertisement. Of course, that is me talking as but generally she easily catches the attention of the opposite sex. She is quite conservative in her ways as she was an only child with humble parents who praised modesty. So, in a way it is funny to me that this all starts with her mom. As an only child my daughter is the only grandchild my wife's parents have and my mother-in-law is dead set on making the most of being a grandma. She has iconic pictures of Tracy's younger years that she feels compelled to recreate. There is Tracy standing in the doorway with the door open along with a host of other cute pictures however one photo jumped out at me from the rest. It was a picture of a young naked Tracy standing in the bath with my then younger mother-in-law in the tub too. My mother-in-law was covered up by the tub and young Tracy. I didn't think much of it but one night while visiting I was cleaning up dishes in the kitchen during bath time when I heard laughing coming from the bathroom. This is not unusual as mother-in-law is amazingly naive, in a funny Lucille Ball sort of way, which creates all kinds of funny situations, so I thought little of it. What I did not know was my mother-in-law had taken my wife's camera and started taking pics of Tracy in the bath with our daughter. Later at the end of our trip Tracy downloaded the pictures on her mom's computer which sits on the desk in the guest room which we stay in when we visit. Tracy usually does this to try and back up some of our pics on this computer in the event our computer crashes we won't lose everything. Normally Tracy edits all the pictures but sometimes she gets distracted and she just downloads all the photos with the intent to edit later. Fast forward a couple months in March when Tracy's old high school friend Amanda and her boyfriend Mark traveled to town. Amanda and Mark live in North Carolina and were back visiting friends and family in California. Just before they come down to see us, they stopped in to see Tracy's mom and spend the night. After having dinner with my mother-in-law, Amanda and her boyfriend did some laundry and checked emails on my mothers-in-law's computer. Somehow the screensaver setting was changed which allowed the pictures on the computer to slowly scroll. Soon Amanda and Mark were lying in bed talking while waiting for the clothes in the dryer to finish. "OMG!", Amanda gasped as she looked at the computer and laughed. Mark turned to see a picture of Tracy sitting in the tub with my daughter. The photo was similar to the one with my mother-in-law sitting in tub with young Tracy except that our daughter was standing up and moved just as the photo was taken exposing Tracy's left breast. The series continued from there as my young daughter was not being cooperative. In every picture she would wiggle so the next 8 photos showed various angles of my wife's breasts on display. With her pregnancy her breasts changed slightly, and her nipples went from a pink to brownish color making them more prominent against her lovely pale c-cup breasts. The bubbles in the bath started to wear off and by pictures 9-15 Amanda and Mark could see glimpses of Tracy's dark trimmed pussy in the water. At this point there was no chance of recreating the iconic photo from my wife's childhood however my mother-in-law was just having too much fun with the camera. The last photos were pictures of our daughter wrapped up with a towel while my wife made funny hairdos with my daughter's hair. What my mother-in-law did not notice was that behind my daughter was a mirror so that my wife's nude reflection was showing up in each photo. Tracy was standing facing the mirror with her back to her mom wearing nothing but a smile as she played with my daughter's hair! In fairness the mirror was slightly fogged however my wife's beautiful nude reflection was still very evident. Amanda and Mark came down to stay with us for the weekend. Tracy had invited some other high school friends over too to say hi. I took Mark surfing with my friends Rich and Todd to get away from the girls for a couple hours. By the time we got home the girls started in on a few bottles of wine as we lit up the BBQ. Tracy was showing off her new Pilates machine as she was telling her friends she was trying to lose her last 5lbs of baby weight. Mark chimed in that she shouldn't worry too much about those last 5lbs because she looked great naked! Amanda laughingly said, "I can't believe you mentioned that you perv!" At this point Mark had Tracy's full attention as well as Rich's and Todd's. Amanda told everyone about the pictures of Tracy that scrolled on her mom's computer. Immediately Rich and Todd chimed in that Tracy should share those photos with all their friends. Tracy turned bright red as she now remembered downloading the pics on her mom's computer but not deleting them. Uggh! How could her mom have put her photos on a screensaver scroll? In truth we both knew her mom could barely turn the computer on and off more or less set the screensaver. Rich and Todd were relentless with questions about the pictures and how Tracy looked however Mark was very polite mentioning just how fantastic they were and how much Amanda appreciated the results it created after their laundry was finished. Amanda was surprisingly more playful with the situation. Having been friends with Tracy since kindergarten she knew how far she could push Tracy. Amanda said if she had the body Tracy had she would have no problem taking photos like that. Amanda has always been quite a flirt and instigator of fun. She recounted to everyone that this wasn't the first time Tracy found herself exposed. At this point I told Amanda to hold on as I might need another beer for this story. Amanda went on to recount a time in college where a group of 10 or so friends had rented a cabin in the mountains. On the last evening after skiing, the guys were wrapped up in a poker game while the girls watched a movie lounging in their night shirts. After the movie ended, the girls were trying to get the guys attention but they remained steadfast in their pursuit of the poker jackpot. Tracy snuck in to bring her boyfriend, at the time, a beer and see how he was doing. While looking at her boyfriend's hand, Amanda snuck up behind Tracy and lifted her night shirt exposing her sheer panties and tits to the table of guys. Tracy interrupted by saying she would have never done that had Amanda not been so sneaky. At this point the conversation changed to other college hijinks and I never heard the end of the story. The party was winding down early as any parents of young children know that the witching hour before bed can be quite troublesome. Amanda and Mark were staying the night and continued to hang out in our living room with Rich. Rich is always quick to make friends and being single had no plans for a Sunday evening. He and Mark were getting along well which allowed Amanda and Tracy time to catch up. Eventually, my daughter was getting hungry and my wife pulled her up onto her lap and untied the back of her sundress so that she could breastfeed. She pulled a modesty blanket over her chest and my daughter while she sat on the couch feeding my daughter. Amanda looked over at Mark and Rich smiling as she walked over and sat next to Tracy. Then she slowly pulled away the modesty blanket covering Tracy's breast and my daughter. In mock horror, Tracy looked up but could do nothing as our daughter was slowly getting tired and started falling asleep. Everyone was silently staring at Amanda who decided to take it one step further. She slowly pulled the sundress down to expose Tracy's other breast so that Tracy sat on the couch topless with her dress draped around her waist. Tracy looked to me for some help but by now I could not stand up without the tent in my pants being too obvious. Tracy frowned at me as she sat there helpless while Mark and Rich were staring at her exposed breasts. As our daughter drifted off to sleep, Tracy stood up to put her in her crib which was down the hall next to our bedroom. Fortunately for Tracy her Sundress had a waist tie string that prevented the dress from falling off completely. After a few minutes I was able to get up and check on Tracy who was still working to get our daughter comfortably asleep in her crib. I found her standing their rubbing her back slowly and I began to rub Tracy's exposed breast at the same time. Her nipples were hard and I ventured a hand under her dress and found that she was well lubricated by all the attention she was receiving. A few moments later, she grabbed my semi hard tent pole and whispered, "Did you enjoy the show you pervert?" "Isn't it obvious?" I responded quickly. I left to rejoin our guests while Tracy followed shortly thereafter. Once Tracy walked back in the room there was a big sigh of disappointment from everyone that Tracy was not walking out bare breasted. Rich asked if he could see the bath pictures now. I asked too as I had never seen them either. Tracy said that she deleted them when she downloaded them off the camera onto our home computer. I grabbed my phone and told her I was going to call her mom and have her email the pictures to us which caused everyone to laugh. Tracy said I better not or she would kill me. Rich chimed in and said, "But think about poor Amanda and what she won't be getting tonight if Mark doesn't see those pictures again." Tracy quipped, "hasn't he seen enough already!" as she walked into the kitchen to get another glass of wine and rejoin the group. The situation started to diffuse when the girls went back to their catching up. After a couple glasses of wine, it was time for Tracy to call it a night. Tracy gets tired relatively early given she is up many nights feeding our daughter who unfortunately still does not sleep through the night. A few minutes later, I excused myself to check in on my wife who was in the closet hanging up her dress wearing only a pair of white cotton panties. I walked up to kiss her and mentioned good thing Amanda didn't lift up her dress revealing these old panties. "Oh yeah" she said, "would this have been better" as she dropped her panties to the floor. "Absolutely!" I whispered as I gave her a kiss and put my hands on her bare butt cheeks. I led her naked body to the bed however she denied my advances concerned about what our friends might hear and wanted to wait until morning since Amanda and Mark had to leave really early to catch a flight. I left my naked wife in bed and rejoined Rich, Mark and Amanda who were still drinking and having fun in our living room. I was only good for another beer before I too was starting to tire. Because Rich has been drinking all afternoon and evening I set him up with a pillow and blanket so he could crash on the couch while Amanda and Mark headed for our guest bedroom. Like clockwork our daughter woke up at her usual 2am. I am not sure Tracy was thinking clearly however she jumped out of bed before our daughter could wake up Amanda and Mark. As she picked up our daughter and sat down in the rocker, she looked around for the blanket usually draped over the back of it, so she could cover herself, not remembering she had put in the laundry since we were having unusually warm weather this week. In an effort to assuage our young daughter, Tracy just sat down and began to breastfeed. The room is relatively well lit with a large night light to accommodate our late-night trips. In addition, we keep another night light in the hallway to avoid stepping on our dog that now sleeps between our room and the baby's room. Tracy was startled when she heard a sound in the living room. Mark and Amanda's room is on the other side of the house. It was then she saw Rich walk into the bathroom across from our daughter's room. "OMG! What do I do now?" thought Tracy. Her first thought was to rush into our room with the baby but then she knew we would get no sleep as our daughter would likely fully wake up. Unfortunately, it all happened so fast that she could do nothing as Rich opened the door. He too was a little startled as he glanced up and saw Tracy rocking our baby. With the light on still in the bathroom, Rich could clearly see Tracy's nude body rocking in the shadows. In a good-humored way he smiled in manner that kid would who just snuck a candy from the candy jar way while standing there in only his boxers. This put Tracy a little more at ease as she returned with a lighthearted disapproving look the way a mother would for a naughty child. Rich just stood there taking in the image of Tracy. Her long wavy hair came down just below shoulder length however it did nothing to conceal her one uncovered breast from Rich's gaze. Tracy's nipples were now beginning to harden as his gaze moved lower. The view of Tracy's lovely triangle of trimmed pussy hair with her legs slightly parted was too much for Rich as the erection forming in his boxer slid through the flap in the front causing Tracy to smirk as she looked down at the funny predicament that Rich was now in too. As Rich reached down to conceal his escaped cock, he noticed that Tracy had slid her one free hand down between her legs. He dropped his jaw disbelieving what he was seeing. Tracy was gently rubbing herself in the chair. Instinctively he grabbed a hold of his cock and started to stroke it. Moments later Rich turned and unloaded his cum into the bathroom sink as Tracy looked on. Tracy's body began to shudder in an intense orgasm after seeing the impact she had on Rich. He cleaned up his mess and proceeded back to the living room to get ready to leave while Tracy put our daughter down to bed. I was awoken in the morning by the feeling of Tracy's hand rubbing my cock under the covers. Smiling she said, "You should have told me you were letting Rich sleep on our couch last night!" Looking at her beautiful nude body as she stroked me, I wondered what happened last night. Tracy On Display - Oops! Pt. 02 Tracy take it one step further with pictures. The next morning Tracy had woken up before me and I tried to ignore her and go back to sleep. We had slept in a little later than usual and the room was well lit as the sun was coming in through the blinds. Amanda and Mark had to leave early and I assumed that Rich had left early to since Tracy was still naked in bed. "Are you awake," Tracy inquired as she gently stroked my cock through my underwear. "Sort of," I replied "You should have told me Rich was sleeping on our couch last night," Tracy said in a nervous tone. "Huh?" I replied. Then coming to my senses I commented, "Oh yeah, he had a fair amount to drink last night with Amanda and Mark so I didn't think it was good for him to drive home. Why, is he still here?" Amanda responded, "No he left but I was pretty drunk last night with all the wine I drank with Amanda." She then recounted Amanda had removed her modesty blanket while breast feeding our daughter. The thought of Tracy exposed in front of Mark, Amanda and Rich started to get the blood flowing to my dick. She followed that up with letting me know that she got up to feed our daughter at 2am and without thinking walked out of our room completely naked. "That sounds fine to me," I said. Tracy mentioned that our daughter had woken Rich up as well and that he saw her breast feeding again. Given he had already seen her earlier, I played it off by saying, "Well lucky guy as it seems lightning struck twice for him in one day but nothing he didn't see earlier." Tracy paused looking at me in the eye and said, "But I was naked. Rich stood in the doorway and could clearly see me with the light of the bathroom and the nightlight." My dick suddenly hardened, and I said, "You were naked, naked?" not realizing that her cover up blanket was in the laundry. Tracy seemed to take note in the immediate firmness of my cock and said, "Honey, he watched me feed our daughter completely naked with a clear view of my tits and trimmed pussy patch." I can't believe Rich stood there watching Tracy but then again, I cannot blame him as it must have been a wonderful sight to see. I was unsure of how to respond but surprisingly my dick got so hard at the thought of Tracy on display. Tracy seemed to need some reassurance but gauging by her erect nipples she seemed aroused as well. She beat me to the punch, "Why is your dick so hard? You like this, don't you?" I tried to play it off as morning wood and her gentle touching. Then I got on top of her and told her, "Any guy would be lucky to see her naked and after 5 years of being married and 1 kid, I still get captivated by her." I reached down to rub her pussy which was soaking wet. "Looks like Rich wasn't the only one who got hot and bothered last night by your exposure." Nothing else was said as we had some of the hottest sex we have had in years. Later that night, Tracy was embarrassed and needed some assurance that everything was good with us. Amanda was pretty wild and in high school and college often had gotten Tracy into embarrassing situations by flashing her tits to get guys attention. Amanda found it fun to push Tracy buttons seemly knowing exactly where Tracy's limits where. Tracy has always underestimated her attractiveness and I gathered appreciated the boldness Amanda had with guys. Tracy was not a wild child by any means and I loved when she would recount her Amanda stories with me since they were out of her normal character. She was mostly concerned about what Rich would think of her. I told her not to worry as Rich was probably home still jerking off the image of her ingrained on his brain from seeing her naked last night. Tracy then confessed that things went a little further with Rich as she saw his cock pop out of his boxer when he got hard from looking at her. I could see her nipples harden as she described the events that unfolded next with her rubbing herself in the rocking chair feeding our daughter while Rich stroked himself across the hall in the bathroom. My head was in a daze, I grabbed her hand led her back to our bedroom for round 2 of hot sex. I am not sure I reassured her but the sex was great as we drifted off to sleep. Monday came early and I jetted off to work. Around 3pm my phone buzzed with a text. I opened my phone to see a text from Amanda thanking us for hosting her and Mark. The text was sent to me, Tracy and Rich. I thought it strange Rich was included but a nice gesture. I was about to respond when another text from Amanda came through saying Mark especially loved the trip. Then, a picture of Tracy sitting topless breastfeeding our daughter appeared. I had no idea that Mark had taken such a pic. Why would they include Rich on this text? Three little dots appeared, and I was nervous about what was coming next. Rich responded, saying, "Tracy's tits were perfect, exactly how he remembered them along with a please come back to visit soon!" Tracy quickly sent off a devil emoji and told Mark, Amanda and Rich they are all on a visit probation for naughty behavior followed by a laughing emoji. I wasn't sure what to expect when I got home but Tracy seemed unfazed by Amanda's text. When I brought up how surprised I was to see Mark's pic, she just commented on how flattered she was by Rich's response. "Do you really think he likes that picture or is he just being nice," she inquired. I sort of laughed at the question since the answer was obvious and playfully responded, "I certainly think so but maybe you should ask him when he done jerking off to it." I told her, I was going to go jerk off to it, if she didn't give me the real thing right now. A week or so later, we were meeting up with some of our parent friends at a local patio bar for an early happy hour before we all had to all go home to put the kids down in the evening. It is a fun bar that has a plaza facing other restaurants and bars but no cars so the parent that have older kids can let them ride their scooters around without concern while all the mom's drink wine and margaritas. It is nice to have a common bond with other people going through the challenges of early parenting together. It is a funny time where we all are still young and vibrant, or so we think, but are now bearing the burden of being more responsible adults. As we were wrapping up, I saw Rich walk in for happy hour with a couple of his work colleagues. Seeing we hadn't talked since Saturday night so I knew there would be an awkward moment as I approached their table. He stepped away from the other guys and immediately commented that things might have gotten a little out of hand on Saturday. I told him no harm was done and that Tracy was flattered by his text. Once Tracy saw Rich, she made a beeline over to us. "Give me your phone," she commanded. "Huh," he replied being caught totally off guard. Of course, he complied immediately but Tracy had piqued the curiosity of his work colleagues with her demand. Scrolling through his photos she noticed, Rich had saved the topless photo of her into his favorites. "I can't believe you favorited my picture, Rich!" she playfully ribbed him. "What are other girls going to think if they see this picture in your favorites?" Rich was back peddling looking for a response when his colleague chimed in that he was pretty sure no girl would touch that phone knowing where Rich's hands had been, which made us all laugh. It seems clear to me that Rich's colleagues knew precisely the photo in question as we all made our introductions. The two colleagues, Chris and Ted, were in their early to mid 40's and married. They seemed to have taken Rich under their wing at their office, mentoring him along. "You must be the beautiful Tracy and you must be his friend Dirk," they commented inviting us to sit with them. Chris was the most senior of the group and said Rich owed them all drinks for violating his team's strict policy of NO texting in meetings. Not only did Rich get busted for texting but he had to share with Chris and Ted the nature of what was so important after the meeting. Tracy's eyes lit up with surprise, "Damn that Amanda! Oh, the trouble she gets me into." Then she dropped a bomb saying, "I am so embarrassed as that wasn't even a good picture Mark took of me." My brain fired a thought "Wait, what? Did she just insinuate it would have been better if they saw a different picture?" Tracy might have had more margaritas than I thought but the guys clued in fast. "We would love to see better pictures," Ted quickly replied. "What options to we have to pick from?" responded Rich. Chris inquired, "Are you taking requests?" Tracy was caught a little off guard as she didn't anticipate the trap she set for herself but responded simply with "maybe". I jumped into to save her by saying, "I better get this one home quickly while she still has her clothes on. Have fun tonight." As we walked home, I could tell Tracy really enjoyed the attention from Chris, Ted and Rich and she seemed contemplative. "Are you thinking about pictures?" I inquired. She smirked at me, "Maybe, I just can't believe that they would want to see my mommy body when there are so many hot young girls in our area." "You should be flattered as you are very lucky as you have maintained such a hot body after giving birth. I bet Chris and Ted's don't have hot naked pics of their wives. Did you see how disappointed they were when I pulled you away?" About an hour later while I was putting our daughter down to bed, our phones buzzed. There was a group text from Rich, Ted and Chris who were still at the bar, "We have some suggestions in the event you are taking requests with a devil emoji and a laughing emoji" Ted sent the next text "ladies choice lingerie pic," with a smiling emoji. Chris followed with a text with saying "one finger challenge" with a photo link to FLICKR with a nude woman standing in front of a mirror taking a selfie where her middle finger is in front of the camera obscuring her tits and the reflection of her finger in the mirror obscures her pussy. Rich sent the final text request and all it said was "Rocking Chair!" Before I could say anything, Tracy responded with, "OMG! You dirty boys," with a devil emoji. It was easy to see her mind spinning as she was enjoying the attention she was receiving. "I mean they have already seen that poor photo of my tits after breastfeeding. How unsexy is that?" she quipped. In her mind, she had a point, and I was just along for the ride. She laughed at the one finger challenge idea and that was when I knew she was more than thinking about it. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat down scrolling through our Google Photos looking for some of the sexier pics I had taken of her over the years. She laughed at one of the pics and then my phone buzzed with a text "OK Ted -- Ladies choice it is," which was followed by a pic of Tracy, in her favorite zip up plaid onsie, I took of her on a ski trip. Tracy had a sexy look on her face, biting her lip as she was turned sideways tempting me with one button undone on her bottom flap so one butt check was exposed. "Well played!" I said to her. She is beautiful in that pic but it clearly was not the kind of lingerie Ted had hope for. Tracy led me to the bathroom and where see said, "I can't believe you want me to do this!" "This is all you babe." I quipped, "no one is asking me for a one finger challenge!" While she was preparing for the one finger challenge and finishing her wine, our phones beeped from the peanut gallery at the bar saying, "flannel onsie's don't count!" Tracy quickly replied "Ladies choice, Ted, and rules are rules. Just ask poor Rich who broke the rules" I had my iphone out taking the out take shots as Tracy attempted the one finger challenge. After many feeble attempts, where either a nipple was showing or her pussy was in view, Tracy seemed to have a pic that worked for her. My phone buzzed, "OK Chris one finger challenge accepted." I admit I was nervous as I had not see one yet that wasn't NSFW. When my phone buzzed again there was my beautiful naked wife with her middle finger coming up from the left bottom corner of the pic covering her pussy and the reflection in the mirror her middle finger covered her right breast while her phone and right had covered her right breast. Surprisingly her lovely face was full view so there was no question that this was her. I felt like I could hear some cheers from the bar, but of course foul play was called as Chris texted back, "One finger does not mean your phone hand." Tracy promptly took another pick of her naked in the mirror with her middle finger showing. This time the finger covered nothing, but the catch was she was facing away from the mirror with just a nice shot of her sexy ass. My phone buzzed as Tracy texted them back and said "how about a compromise." Before she texted them the pic, I said "are you sure?" She pointed out that they could basically see that on any beach day as she often wears thong bikini bottoms. "No argument from me," was all I could say. Then my phone buzzed with the pic. Tracy was now touching up her hair and makeup. "I did say that if they are going to see a pic of me it should be better than that breastfeeding one." My phone kept buzzing as the guys loved her ass. The comments were well received and fueled Tracy's desire for one last good pick. Rich texted, "Rocking Chair! Rocking Chair!" Seemingly exuberant and optimistic. Tracy responded, "Aren't you boys going to get in trouble staying at the bar so late? You better delete this text thread so your wives don't see it," with a winking emoji. We set her phone on silent as we did not want to wake up our daughter. Tracy looked amazing as she walked into the nursery room completely nude and sat down in the rocking chair. This time her blanket was clean and folded over the back of the chair. I draped the blanket over her and began taking some sexy but safe pics. The pics were darker than I expected so we turned on the bathroom light across the hall and then the hallway light so there was sufficient lighting to make out Tracy's beautiful features. She remained covered for the first few pics and then let the blanket drop around her waist, so her erect nipples were prominently displayed on her white c cup breasts. The picture evoked memories of 70's style Playboy pics when the models were more natural looking. Continuing to take pic after pic, I let her take control of the scene. With an intense desire in her eyes, she looked at me as she let the blanket fall to floor so that her brown trimmed pussy became exposed. I was captivated as my wife's sexual energy as she slowly spread her legs and as the hallway light glowed onto her exposed pussy lips. "Was this what Rich saw last time he was over?" I whispered. She bit her lip and nodded then slid her hand between her legs to touch herself. At this point, I grabbed her hand to lead her to our bedroom. As we got into bed, she stopped me grabbing her phone to see the pics I had taken. The must have been at least 50. I crawled down between her legs and began to lick her as she surveyed each pic. I heard my phone buzz as she set her phone down after texting the guys her Rocking Chair pic. Before I could move to grab my phone, Tracy wrestled me underneath her as she mounted me seeking some sweet relief. Tracy On Display - Oops! Pt. 03 Tracy makes a new friend and things escalate. The next morning, I woke up with serious morning wood. Tracy wasn't in bed and I laid there thinking about the events from last night and the pictures we took. It dawned on me that I never saw the last text message Tracy sent the guys of her Rocking Chair pic. We had taken so many ranging from her covered in a modesty blanket to her reclined with her legs fully spread. Coming to my senses, I got out of bed, cleaned up and made my way to the kitchen for some coffee. Tracy was playing with our daughter on the couch in the living room. "Good morning sunshine," I commented walking into the room. "Did you sleep alright?" she commented back. "Pretty much except, this," as I pointed to the remnant of my morning wood still evident in my shorts. "The struggle is real for guys with sexy wives," I quipped as I winked at her to go get coffee. I really just wanted to grab my phone and see what I missed but I poured my coffee and then freshened up Tracy's cup too. "I might have gotten a little carried away last night" Tracy said with some concern. "I'll say! I have never seen you so eager to take sexy pics like the way you were last night," I responded. "I can't wait to see that last pic as the guys must have been floored." Tracy seemed hesitant but handed me her phone. Something tells me she read and reread this text thread over and over in her mind all night. I opened the thread and worked my way through a series of texts looking for that last pic. Tracy was hovering over my shoulder looking on. "Please, one more pic," texted Ted "Amazing," with an emoji with heart eyes text from Chris "Much better than Mark's pic!" replied Rich. Finally, the pic came into view. There was my beautiful young wife slightly reclined in the rocking chair. She had a sultry look in her eyes and a wicked smile. Her brown wavy hair with sun bleached highlights was not long enough to cover her lovely breasts with her brownish nipples prominently displayed. I mentioned earlier that her nipples were pinkish before her pregnancy but turned brownish during the process of becoming a mother. Her nipples were quite erect. Scanning further down her body, her mommy tummy was exposed as well. She has lost almost all of her baby weight; however this is the area of her body that she is most self-conscious about. This picture was taken somewhere towards the middle of our little photo session as the modesty blanket still partially covered her. The blanket has slide down her body as we were taking pics and at this point a portion of the blanket was resting in her lap. Her left hip was exposed so it was clear she was nude. Next, I zoomed in on the pic as a little of her trimmed brown pubic hair was barely noticeable just above the blanket. "OMG, I didn't realize I was showing that!" Tracy exclaimed. "Whoa! That is such a hot pic, Tracy" I said as I turned to kiss her. "Are you mad at me for showing so much?" she questioned concerningly. "I think you made an excellent choice," I commented back as I glanced at her zoomed in pubic hair. "Really?" She looked at me suspiciously. "What pic would you have chosen?" she inquired. "With such a hot wife, I am sure I would have been happy with any of them," I safely responded. Grabbing her phone she went to her hidden photos where she keeps all of our naughty pics. She scrolled through the pics from last night. "How about this one," she teased as it was one of our first pics where the lighting was too dark and she was covered in a blanket. I gave her a disapproving look and she continued. "You're getting warmer," I said as she made her way into the photos where her tits came into view. She continued scrolling and was just passing the pic she shared with guys of her with the blanket. The very next pic was the first one where the blanket had slid off her lap and her bush became visible. "That is so hot!" I commented. Tracy put her hand in my lap and my state of arousal confirmed I was telling her the truth. "You wanted them to see me like that?" she said as she looked me square in the eye. "You wanted them to see my pussy?" "I think you made a great choice. Although some of these later shots are so fucking hot of you!" The next few pics got a little more explicit as Tracy opened her legs a little further, so the folds of her pussy became clearly displayed. She has such cute puffy pussy lips which fully cover her inner labia lips so in the first couple shots her inner pink girly bits were not noticeable. As she spread her legs further, Tracy's inner lips and pussy became exposed. "I can't believe you wanted them all to see me fully exposed like this!" Tracy said staring at the last pic of the night. She was right, it made me slightly jealous thinking of guys having naked pictures of my wife. I love the affect she got with all the attention as our sex life got a big boost over the last few weeks. Tracy, while beautiful, can be a little bit reserved and has always been overlooked by her attention demanding friends. I always sensed Tracy liked it when Amanda would find ways to expose her since it was done in fun and Tracy didn't have to initiate it. "I just said that pic of you is so fucking hot," looking at her questioningly. "What you do with that pic is up to you." I followed, trying to be the supportive husband. I had such mixed feelings that I am not sure what I wanted. "Fine, so I guess a full beaver shot it is then," she teased as she grabbed her phone and gave me a wicked smile. My heart sank, but my dick was rock hard, wondering if she was seriously going to send that pic. She got up and sat across from me on our other couch. She pulled her legs up on the couch, looking right me and then glancing down. With her legs up on the couch, I could look up her nightshirt and see her lovely pussy exposed. She took her time and soon I heard my phone beep with a new text message. "Thanks for all the lovely comments and encouragement," she texted back to Rich, Chris and Ted. My phone beeped again as Tracy followed up her comment with another picture. It was the explicit picture of her in the rocking chair. She was aroused by the look of her flush cheeks and hard nipples, and she was clearly naked. Except on modification was made to the pic. Tracy had inserted an angel emoji just over her pussy which barely covered her bush. "Well played," I said feeling Tracy had put an end to this. Moments later my phone buzzed as Rich responded, "You definitely look like an angel, but I certainly like this other side of you," followed by a few devil emoji signs. Three little dots were on my screen as Rich was typing "Don't make me tell Amanda! Let's see the original pic," with another devil emoji. "You certainly know how to play dirty," Tracy quipped back with a winking emoji. "I just don't want my nude pics floating around the internet from you pervs sharing them." Soon Chris reappeared into the conversation and supported Rich in commenting that they would never share these pics while pleading with her to show them the non-emoji version. "Sorry guys, rules are rules! Right Rich" Tracy responded, with a laughing emoji, toying with Rich for getting in trouble while texting during a meeting. "Looks like we will just need to seem them in person then" Chris responded with a winking emoji. Was she seriously considering showing them her pics in person? I have never seen Tracy so confident, sexy, and playful so I remained a quite observer. "I take it Rich struck out with the ladies again last night?" Tracy bantered back on her next text. "Did you have to ask?" Chris quickly replied, along with a winking emoji. "@Chris - What would your wife think if she found out you were going to meet with a woman to look at her naked pics?" inquired Tracy. "She would be fine if it results in what happened last night after I got home," he proudly responded. "Maybe I will bring her with me," he followed with a winking emoji. "No wife -- no pics", Tracy responded. The text thread went quite as Tracy called Chris's bluff. Or so I thought because about 45 minutes later Tracy's phone buzzed with a text. "Hi Tracy, this is Deb (Chris's wife). Your pics are beautiful, and I would love to meet you for coffee, if you have some free time this weekend. Maybe at the Fashion Island center, without the boys." Tracy looked at me with one of those "oh shit" looks. She sheepishly smiled as she handed me her phone to show me Deb's reply. I was apprehensive and I could tell Tracy was a little concerned about what she might be walking into with Deb. For all I know Deb could be a crazy woman who is insanely jealous. I immediately called Rich to get his thoughts. "Dude, Tracy's pics is so fire! I can't believe how fucking lucky you are. She is a vixen, for sure hidden under her good wife and mom persona!" Rich's glowing comments were appreciated by Tracy who was listening in while I had the call on speaker. "Hey man, thanks of course, but what do you know about Chris's wife Deb?" I inquired in a very direct way. Rich sort of laughed with an "Oh shit" thrown it. "Well, we have met a quite a few times. Deb has always been super nice to me and kinda flirty, always inquiring on my dating life. In some ways, they are an older version of you guys. Chris is an ambitious guy with a laid-back persona and Deb is playful, caring, and engaging with a good ability to read of people. I would say she is no wall flower but a long way from being an attention whore." Rich went on and Deb seemed to check out as not being some "Fatal Attraction" type woman. Tracy agreed to meet with Deb later in the afternoon for coffee. We took separate cars as I grabbed my daughter and decided to walk around and scope the place out sort like a Jason Borne, dad style. Tracy was mocking me as we both had ear buds in and were communicating while I trailed behind her with a stroller. "Coming in hot from your 3 o'clock," two very attractive women were approaching. Tracy laughed, "you wish!" "Scrunch booty pants straight ahead" I called out noting a woman wearing a pair of those leggings with the elastic that goes up the ass crack to accentuate her butt cheeks. "Stop it," Tracy commented slightly annoyed. Tracy hung up on me after the scrunch booty pants comment as she approached the coffee shop. She was greeted by an attractive woman in her mid-forties who immediately came up and gave her a quick hug. She had shoulder length sandy blond hair that looked straightened, brown rimmed glasses and was probably two inches shorter than Tracy who is 5'7". So far, so good as I decided to move on pushing the stroller around the mall working on my "dad bod". Twenty minutes later, I walked by again and Tracy saw me and gave me a wink as a sign that all was well. Tracy got home about two hours later while my daughter was napping. She seemed pleasantly surprised at how much she liked meeting Deb. Noting it was nap time, she began unbuttoning her summer dress in front of me while telling me they plan to go to the beach together next weekend. That is all I got before Tracy attacked me. The following Saturday, I had daddy duty while Tracy got the day off to hang out with Deb. Using the find my phone app was the only way I knew what beach they went to. Oddly, they went down south towards Oceanside near San Onofre. We had surfed many of these beaches in our dating and pre-kids days but I didn't see Tracy grab a board. No texts showed up until late in the day telling me she would be home for dinner. My sun kissed wife showed up promptly for dinner with her salty beach hair. She had a glow like the surfer girl I met many years ago. "Have fun today," I inquired. "Oh my god, Deb is such a blast. She bought a couple bikinis for us to wear along with a really nice camera. Chris has been teasing her about turning into an old lady, encouraging her to wear sexier bikinis. So today, we did just that and have a surprise for Chris. Oh, and you too of course." "Alright, picture show for me after dinner I hope," I said while rubbing my hands together with a sly smirk. "Tonight, you get the real thing, the pics require some patience," she responded. A few weeks had gone by and I had sort of forgotten about the Tracy and Deb beach day, when Tracy said we were invited to Deb and Chris's on Saturday. Deb and Chris have a nice house a few blocks back from the beach. It has a nice view as it sits on the slope of a hill just higher than the houses in front of it. We all had a cocktail out on their patio and I enjoyed getting to know Chris and Deb. Out of nowhere, I see Rich walk out onto the balcony. "Nice view, huh" Rich said to me giving me a wink. "Hmm, Tracy never mentioned Rich showing up," I thought to myself. "So is Ted coming next?" I said with a concerned look at Deb. "Not after he got caught with those pics of Tracy," Deb responded back at me with sneaky smile. After dinner we all had another drink in the living room in front of their 80 inch TV which Deb could control with her computer. She looked at Chris with wicked smile and said, "I think you are gonna like this. You are always prodding me to get a sexier bathing suit after seeing women on our beach. Well Tracy helped me pick out a few." She then proceeded to bring up a website for Malibu Strings bikini company. "Do you like these bikinis?" she inquired as she scrolled through some of the suits worn by models. Chris adeptly caught on, "Well, those suits are sexy but I am sure they would look better on you two." Deb looked like she was almost shaking with nervous excitement as she moved the cursor on the screen to the competition link on the website navigation menu. Clicking the link images appeared under a "This Years Winners" banner. Each week apparently five women were chosen to share their photos wearing Malibu Strings merchandise. This week both Deb and Tracy were pictured as two of the five Malibu Strings bikinis weekly winners. Deb clicked her photo first which opened a photo album of many shots of her on the beach of Deb. She put the album in a viewer mode so she could scroll the full size images one by one. The first couple shots where of Deb in a light blue string bikini. As the scene progressed, Deb had some playful pics of her in the water which made the bikini slightly sheer making her nipples noticeable. This of course prompted some oohs and aahs from us ooglers. Soon she had on a white one piece which said Malibu Strings across the front in turquoise letters. This suit was quite sheer without any water on it, I could clearly see the outline of her nipples, where her belly button was and guessed that she probably shaved her pubic hair. I really hoped she would make a run for the ocean to get that suit wet. I was not disappointed! A few shots later, Deb emerged from the water in her suit which was hardly visible. I couldn't help but stare at her camel toe seeing no evidence of hair. Tracy nudged me, whispering "Hot, huh!" The final shot of Deb came up on the screen. Deb was fully nude facing slightly away from the camera standing next to a piece of old grey driftwood that looked like it was the root of a tree, in its prior life, with many root branches spreading out. Hanging on the branches next to Deb, were the bathing suits she had worn earlier. From that angle you could really appreciate Deb's tone legs, ass and the outline of the side of her breast. Deb turned to me and said, "Things are about to get hotter in here." I am a little scared, If I am being honest as I can't believe how provocative Deb's pics were. I was a little surprised that they allow nudity but I guess that is par for the course if you sell sheer bathing suits. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining just nervous as to what might appear next when Deb hit Tracy's album. The first pic looked unbelievably good. Tracy if you don't recall has long brown hair with sun bleached highlights, lightly tanned skin with cute freckles. She was sitting on a driftwood log wearing a turquoise burnout t-shirt which said "Mermaid Hair Don't Care" with white letters. This was perfect for Tracy and her beautiful beach hair. The shirt was thin so her nipples were popping out but were her areolas were not overly visible. In the next, pic she was in the same shirt standing facing the ocean. The shirt draped about half way down her ass and her bare butt checks were exposed below the shirt. I was interested in the thong she must have been wearing since it wasn't visible. The next pic, Tracy had a surprise "busted" look on her face. She had turned around facing the camera and in the background about 25 yards away were a group of four young, college age, surfer guys. Her nipples were still prominently displayed poking through the t-shirt. What surprised me was the t-shirt only reached to about the bend in her hips and her brown natural bush was exposed below. The room cheered with that pic as the excitement level had grown with the sight of Tracy's bush and these guys approaching. The next shots were of Tracy wearing the same blue bikini that Deb had on earlier. This suit had no liner and was slightly see through when not wet. Apparently, the boys had moved in for a closer look as they were standing nearby watching Tracy as she posed. My heart sort of sank into my stomach as the next shot was of Tracy in the water. As the shots continued with Tracy emerging from the water, she look so exposed and more so than Deb looked in the same suit. Her nipples are darker than Deb's and stood out more against the blue fabric and her dark bush made a bold sexy statement clearly showing through the material. Just when I was feeling better than none of the boys were still there lurking, Deb commented, "I think the guys lost their minds at this point as they were having fun commenting and directing as I took the pictures. They hung around with us old ladies for while,", which Deb followed with a wink to Chris. The next photo made me sit a little deeper in my chair from the weight of it. The four guys were each holding the tie strings to Tracy's blue bikini with giant grins and Tracy pretending to look shocked. Deb moved onto the next photo where Tracy was standing behind the bikini. Yes, standing behind the bikini! The four guys were holding the various strings to the bikini up so Tracy was not wearing the bikini but standing naked a foot behind it so it covered her for purposes of this pic. Clearly the guys had an excellent view of her fully exposed body. I figured that was the would be the grand finale. And it was, for the bikini. I am not even sure why Malibu Strings would post the next three pics as they didn't even include their products. The first shot was of Tracy's back and bum fully exposed as she was on one of the guy's surfboards paddling out. Chris and Rich's eyes were glued to the 80" screen while Deb and Tracy shot me wicked grins. The next shot was of Tracy sitting on top of the 9 foot longboard past the break with three of the guys with her seeing her up close. Deb must have had a really good lens on that camera as we could clearly see Tracy's rock hard nipples. With Tracy's legs wrapped around the board her legs were spread open giving the guys a very clear shot of not only her bush but also her pink pussy lips. "Can I get a copy of this in poster size?" Rich asked Deb prompting us all to laugh breaking the tension in the room. The grand finale was a shot of Tracy surfing in on a 3 foot wave hanging 5 toes off the front of the board in all her glory. In the background, you see the lineup of other surfers had grown to more than the three guys with her in the first zoomed in pic. And there was Tracy fully nude standing up for all to see. I was done for the night. I asked Rich, if he wanted to share an Uber with us since we don't live far. Rich declined and I proceeded to order our Uber. As we were leaving, Tracy gave Deb a hug and I heard her say, "have fun tonight," along with a wink. As we got in the Uber, I said to Tracy, "If Rich doesn't leave soon, Deb won't have any fun tonight." Tracy laughed and said, "Rich is her fun tonight."

The Trailer Park: The Fifth Year: Part 2: Music and Lyrics A Story in the Wynter/Trailer Park Universe by Wizard Copyright© 2008 by Wizard Chapter 21 "TONY SIMS. PLEASE COME TO THE OFFICE." Fuck! There is no way. Mrs. Conners shot me a dirty look but didn't say anything as I closed my notebook. We were getting ready for a team debate, and I'd been jotting down ideas. "ROBBIE TATE. PLEASE COME TO THE OFFICE." Robbie grinned at me. "Maybe my little sister got into a fight too." Darlene was a month-and-a-half younger than Robbie. "Maybe tomorrow you'll stay for the entire class," Mrs. Conners said dryly. "The way things are going, I may not make it at all." "Think Wa-say's ganging up on us again?" Robbie asked when we were out in the hall. "Don't know, don't care. I'm going to think pleasant thoughts as long as I can." "What?" "Tami and me on a beach all by ourselves this summer." "No road trip?" I grinned. "You can drop us off, then pick us up on the way back." We turned into the office. Melissa Bates was alone in the office. Instead of standing at the counter buffing her nails, she was sitting at the spare desk with her magazine in one hand and twirling a lock of hair with the other. "You're supposed to go in there," she said, pointing at the conference room. I held the gate for Robbie, and we walked toward the door. "Wa-say," I sighed. "After yesterday, I don't know how much I can take." Traci's x-rays were clear, but as predicted, the phone call to Mom wasn't fun. It took almost an hour to convince her that Traci would be okay and she didn't have to jump on the first plane. The call to dad was less intense but not much better. I knew it wasn't my fault, but I still couldn't help feel I'd let them down. "Maybe I'd better do the talking," Robbie suggested. "Yeah, you're more concise," I said sarcastically, reminding her of a comment she'd made last month. "True," she said, opening the door. I considered a comment about three thousandths of a point but decided there was already one black-and-blue Sims. We expected Spaulding, Kennedy, and Rosen from WSAA, but we got three boys and a girl about our own age sitting at the conference table. If Robbie was surprised, she didn't show it. "Hi, I'm Robbie Tate, and this is Tony Sims. The boys stood. "Hi, I'm Billy Polaski," the tallest said holding out his hand to Robbie, then me. "This is Kyle Landers and Jake Liu." The two boys also shook hands. "And this is Marsha Zwicker." "The devil," I said leaning across the table to shake hands with the seated girl. Robbie looked surprised. "The play contest," I explained, and she made the connection. "You were the devil," I accused the girl. Marsha smiled. "Most of my teachers didn't think playing the devil was much of a stretch. I'm surprised you recognized me, with all that make-up?" I smiled. "You were excellent. I've watched the DVD twice." About a week after the banquet, we got a package from the foundation with six DVDs. One for each of the finalist plays. None of them had copyright warnings, so I used my computer to make copies for all of us. If they'd had copyright warnings, I probably would have made the copies anyway. "Kyle was in it, too. He was one of my demons." I was glad I hadn't added a comment about the rest of the cast not being up to her standards. "We came to see you ... and ... uh..." Billy stammered. "We're from Lake," he admitted. I was surprised. I'm sure that the schools were identified in the beginning titles and end credits, but I hadn't paid any attention. Robbie and I exchanged looks. "Kyle, Jake, and I are on the baseball team. Marsha plays softball." "Okay," Robbie said. "We want to play ball." Robbie looked at me, and I knew the ball was in my court. It was nice to know that she trusted me to be the spokesman. Of course that trust would only last as long as I said what she wanted said. "Why aren't you in school?" "We cut. We wanted to talk to you." "So this was your idea?" Robbie asked. "Mostly," Billy said. "My dad and I talked about it." I was glad I hadn't jumped to a conclusion. Spaulding from WSAA had assumed that teenagers couldn't make their own decisions and I almost followed in his footsteps, thinking their principal or athletic director had sent them. "What do you want us to do?" Robbie asked, sitting down across from them. The boys sat and I followed suit. "You're supposed to be our first game. Our first league game. We want you to play," Billy said. "We heard about your team last year," Jake added. "You're the team to beat." "We want our chance," Kyle finished. "The problem is Coach Rich..." I said. "He's the problem," Billy agreed. "I know he's a sexist." "And a fascist," Kyle added. "I played JV football my freshman year, but not the last three 'cause I didn't want to play for him. "And a pervert," Marsha added. "But we're stuck with him," Billy finished. "The school board won't do anything." "We're trying to make a point," I said. "You've made it. But the fact is, Rich could care less if a few basketball games get canceled. Or baseball, softball, whatever. And he figures it will all blow over, over the summer. The ones who care are the players. We want to play ball." When Billy finished, Marsha stood up and leaned across the table. "Look, we've got a pretty decent school. Most of the teachers are cool, and we've got good coaches in all our other sports. How come we're getting punished for one fucking jerk." I looked at Robbie and had a feeling that she was thinking the same thing I was. "It's your call," she said finally. "I just wanted to tackle the S.O.B. and take out both his knees." I looked back at Billy and offered him my hand. "We'd be happy to come to Lake and teach you how to play baseball." "In your dreams," he said, shaking it. "No, it's going to be your nightmare." "If it's any consolation, my dad's brought up Coach Rich at three different school board meetings. It gets tabled every time," Billy said. "Other people have brought it up too. Every meeting since you guys walked out on us." Kyle added. "My dad's going to try again at the meeting in two weeks." "Um." I looked at Robbie. She had a look on her face that said somebody should be afraid. Very afraid. "Does your dad really want the board to fire Rich?" "Maybe not fire him, but a letter of reprimand or something." Robbie grinned. "I think that can be arranged." 'Now what?' I wondered as I shook hands with the delegation. And was it going to get me suspended again? Tuesday was Traci's fight. Yesterday the Lake delegation ambushed us. I wondered what was left for today and tomorrow as I looked around the crowded cafeteria. Mikee and Tami were sitting on either side of me. Both were sipping the soup. I figured if they were still upright a minute from now, I'd have a taste. Chicken noodle was one of my favorites. Robbie and Darlene walked up with their trays, giggling about 'him'. I didn't know who him was and wasn't sure I wanted to. "Ladies," I greeted as they sat down. Peter hadn't eaten with us since his fight with Traci, though I'd told Mikee to let him know he was welcome. "What are you two doing Friday?" I asked. "That's tomorrow," Darlene said. I nodded that it was. "The usual." I knew she'd been going out with Tyler Brock, but didn't know what the usual was. "I thought I might catch a movie with ... someone." Robbie added. I wondered if someone was related to him. "You are both invited to a party." "A party?" Darlene echoed. "Nice you could give us so much notice," Robbie added. I bowed in my seat, then tried the soup. It was excellent. "Whose party?" Darlene asked. "I hadn't heard anything." As one of the cheerleaders she usually did. "Traci's. I'm giving it for her." "I thought you were mad at her?" Robbie said. "Nope, she's mad at me. Big difference." "And you think a party will help?" "It's not a bribe, if that's what you're thinking. She made me proud Tuesday. I owe it to her." Robbie nodded. I looked straight at her. "She really doesn't like you, but I have to invite you. It's at your house." Robbie had just taken a sip of her Coke. It came back through her nose as she snorted. "My house!" she exclaimed as she wiped her face with a napkin. "Mine isn't big enough for a big party," I said innocently. "I cleared it with your dad, but he said I HAD to invite you." Darlene, Tami, and Mikee were trying hard not to giggle as Robbie glared. "I wouldn't come to one of your parties if you paid me," Robbie said finally. "But I'll come for Traci. I'm proud of her too. Though I would have turned the creep into a eunuch." "Where's Kelly?" Traci wandered through the living room, picked up a magazine, looked at the cover, then dropped it. "She has a date with Charley Rositer." "What about Ann?" I managed to ask without making a face. "She went out with Coleton Reeves." Traci made a face and I guessed she didn't like Ann's boy of the week. "So Friday night and nothing to do?" "I guess." "Good!" I said and climbed out of Dad's chair. "You can help me." "Doing what?" "I have to pick up some stuff at Robbie's house." "I don't..." "You've been sitting around since you got home from school. Get your coat." "Okay," she mumbled. Since she and Kelly got back to being friends, she'd forgotten she wasn't talking to me. But she hadn't forgotten she was mad. "What's going on?" she asked when we pulled up at Robbie's a few minutes later. The house was brightly lit and music pounded at us. "Some kind of party. Let's go." We walked in, and Traci quickly recognized most of the guests. About twenty middle schoolers were hanging out in Robbie's big living room, more in the dining room. On the stage I'd put together that afternoon in the dining room, Robbie and Unrehearsed were performing one of Britney Spears' songs. "What... ? Traci mumbled as she realized that almost everyone was from the middle school. I pulled her through to the dining room. The group was just finishing the song, so I jumped up on the front of the stage. "LADIES!" I yelled and in a few seconds, the whole gymnastics team materialized in front of the stage. I looked at Trace, "Aren't you part of this team?" Looking confused, she walked over and stood next to Kelly. Robbie handed me a microphone. "Peoples," I said and listened as my voice echoed through the house. Slowly everyone moved into the dining room. "Most of you have probably heard that the gymnastics team took third in districts." There was scattered unenthusiastic applause. "Some of you may think that's not very good, but remember, last year we were the only new team in the district. We lost every meet. And only through superior coaching did we manage to squeeze out fifth place at districts." Kelly blew me a raspberry. "This year, we won two." "And tied one," Suzie yelled. "And tied one," I said making a face. The team laughed, but everyone else looked confused. "Then went on to take third in the district meet." "Through superior coaching," Suzie yelled. I took a small bow. "Your third place on their way to being a championship gymnastics team," I yelled spreading my arms to encompass the team. This time, the applause was loud and long. "At districts, every one of these girls had some of their best scores of the whole season," I continued after the applause died down. "And for everyone to peak at the same time is a special thing." A little more applause. "Two of the girls, went a little further. Cheyenne, come on up." Cheyenne turned pink but stepped onto the stage, then turned, facing the crowd. "Before she met me, she could barely do a cartwheel. Ladies and gentlemen, the DISTRICT all-around champion, Cheyenne Morris!" I leaned down and kissed her, and the pink turned bright red. "At the meet, for the first time in competition, Cheyenne did a double back. And it was the best one I've ever seen in all my years of coaching." "All one of them," Kelly yelled. "Kiss him again," some boy yelled. Cheyenne, who'd almost gotten back to her normal color, turned red again, but put her arms around my neck and kissed me again for several seconds. "Wow!" I said when she pulled away. "Guys, if she already has a boyfriend, put your name on the waiting list." Cheyenne, still beet red, escaped to the team. "One more gymnast to mention, ladies, gentlemen and seventh graders, the two thousand and six district vaulting champion, Traci Sims!" Traci looked stunned, though she had to know it was coming. Kelly gave her a push toward the stage, and she stepped up. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "And that's all she's getting," I said and got a big laugh. "This party is about heroes. These are your gymnastic heroes, but we also have three real-life heroes. Three guys who rescued my sister Tuesday. Mike Hayward, Doug Reiner and Charley Rositer. Guys." The three guys came up, and I shook their hands. "Trace, I think you owe these guys something special." Traci managed to turn redder than Cheyenne had, but gave each one a long kiss. "That's enough," Kelly yelled after Traci's kiss with Charley lasted about ten seconds. "Enough talk," I yelled. "Let's party!" "I still hate you," Traci said softly. "Can't blame you." Chapter 22 I woke up when Tami elbowed me in the stomach. I opened my eyes. She was still asleep in my arms but had shifted position. Her head shared my pillow with mine. Right now she was facing away from me, so that all I could see was hair and an ear, but that was enough. Besides, it was a beautiful ear. I could stay like this forever, just watching that ear and feeling Tami's gentle breathing. Forever or until five o'clock when Mom and Dad were supposed to get home. I glanced at my clock on the night stand. It was just after ten. Forever or seven hours, whichever came first. I heard Traci moving around the trailer and smiled. The party Friday night had been great, though I felt like a hypocrite considering the number of couples that I shooed away from the bedrooms. And the one couple I didn't, Kelly and Charlie Rossiter. But the party had done what it was supposed to, it got Traci almost back to herself. She spent most of it laughing and dancing. And when people kept asking her to sing with the band, it was almost like, "Peter who?" Robbie's dad hadn't come home until the party was breaking up. He looked around, clicked his tongue a couple times, shook his head, but didn't say anything. Yesterday, I was up at the crack of dawn, even though it was a Saturday, and over at Robbie's house cleaning the mess. It was amazing the amount of trash that forty middle schoolers could make. Then I disassembled the stage and stored it in the utility building out behind the chicken coop. Robbie came downstairs just as I was getting ready to leave. She looked around with half-closed eyes, mumbled something, and headed for the kitchen. I grinned and took off. I spent the rest of the day at the gym. We were hosting a big meet, and besides helping Gary with the team, I was a general go-fer. The meet had three sessions, and our team was in the second one at two. The meet went great. Our level eights took first and our level sevens took second, though Kelly and Cheyenne tied for first all-around, something that neither of them was happy about. We had nines and tens too. They did good, but we didn't have enough to make a team score. It was fun, but I didn't get out of the gym until after ten. I collected Tami, and we took a short walk, short because I was beat, then we came home. Tami's mom had, accommodatingly, gone to a concert in Seattle with friends, so I had my Little Mustang all to myself. And I could stare at her ear forever. My doorknob turned. "Tony, are you awa... ?" Traci asked quietly before realizing I wasn't alone. "Oh, I'm..." "It's okay," I said. Traci had turned red. You'd think the number of times she'd caught me with Tami, it wouldn't get to her anymore. "I'll be out in a second." Traci nodded and quietly closed my door. I wondered if I installed a lock on my door, if Mom would consider it a violation of her discreet rule. Tami was between me and the floor, so I started to crawl over her, pausing to kiss that beautiful ear. As my feet hit the floor Tami moaned and rolled, over so I took the opportunity to kiss her other ear. I dressed quickly, made a quick pit stop, then went to find Traci. She was in the kitchen creating havoc. Trace was turning into a pretty good cook, but she could dirty six bowls, three forks, a whisk, and four plates just making scrambled eggs. I watched her for a second and didn't have a clue what her finished product was going to be. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since five o'clock yesterday and then only some nachos. I didn't want to get into Traci's production line, so I snagged a bowl, some milk, and a box of Cocoa Krispies. I was half done when Trace came out to the table, her plate loaded with eggs benedict, hash browns, and sausage. She sat down and started eating, her eyes wandering between her plate and me. "Can I talk to you?" she asked finally. "You're my favorite sister. Anytime," I said, setting down my spoon and lifting my bowl to drink the last of my milk. "I'm your only sister." "That we know about." I set my bowl down. "It occurs to me that maybe Mom was more adventurous than we gave her credit for." Traci made a face, and I knew she was entertaining the thought I did my best to avoid: that my parents may have actually had sex and maybe not just with each other. "I wanted ... uh ... that is ... I..." It was always fun when Traci couldn't get the words out. I considered letting her plod on but only had a few more hours with my sleeping beauty. "Trace, you know, and I know, that you've decided to ask me something that you think is awkward or embarrassing or a combination of both. We also both know that eventually you'll spit it out, so why not save the stammering and just ask." Traci glared. I grinned. Traci looked down at her half-eaten breakfast. "Why'd you make me vault?" she asked so quietly that I almost didn't catch it. It was a hell of a question. I ignored her for a minute while I got up and took my bowl to the kitchen. I rinsed it out and put it into the dishwasher. I tried not to look at the rest of the kitchen. I came back and laid my hands on Traci's shoulders. I could see her in the reflection of the picture window. "You want an answer that'll make you feel better or the truth?" Traci took a bite of her eggs, then said "Both." "I made you vault because I'm you're big brother and I could." Traci turned her head and looked up at me. "That's supposed to make me feel better?" I gave her shoulders a squeeze then moved around the table to my seat. "It's simple. It's expected. It's the stereotype." Traci cocked her head as she stared at me. "And what's the truth?" "Do you remember when Tami was mad at me?" "Which time?" she asked more glibly than was necessary. "The first time. In seventh grade, when she thought I was messing around with Paula." Traci nodded. "Did you? You and Paula, I mean. Ann thought..." "Not going there," I said firmly. "The point is, Tami thought something happened. She was mad, and she wouldn't talk to me." And she's listening right now, I thought, as I noticed some movement in the utility room that connected the kitchen to the hall. "I remember," Traci said and shoveled some more eggs into her mouth. "It really threw me. I mean, I didn't realize that I loved her yet, but she was still special to me. She was more than just a girl, she was a friend. A friend that wouldn't give me a chance to explain. A friend who was hurting. A friend who felt betrayed." "I remember," Traci repeated softly. "It threw my whole life out of whack. It happened on a Thursday, and I was lucky there was no school that Friday 'cause my GPA probably would have taken a huge hit. I know my baseball did. I played probably the worst game of my life. Hell, the coach pulled me from the second game. I sat on the bench. I hadn't sat out a whole ... anyway, like I said, it threw my whole life out of whack." "I know how you felt." I nodded. "My whole weekend was just ... unfocused. I couldn't do anything. Couldn't concentrate on anything. Then that Monday, something happened that helped. That made me focus." "What?" "This little brat I knew came up and asked me, in an annoying sing-song kind of voice, if I'd had a fight with my girlfriend. I hit her. I hit her as hard as I could." I waited for Traci to make the connection. It didn't take long. "I remember that," she said loudly, getting mad all over again. "I was just..." "You were teasing and you just chose a bad time to do it." "I..." "That's not the point. The point is, I reacted in a way that wasn't me. In a way that I felt bad about. You made me focus on the problem, and you weren't it." Traci got over her mad and nodded. "After that, I went over and had my say to Tami. We didn't talk, but I said what I wanted to say, and she heard it. It made me feel better. It was a couple of months before we got back together, but at least I wasn't a basket case. I lived my life and wished her well. But I lived my life." "What's that got to do with vaulting?" "I figured it was safer than letting you hit me. All those push-ups have made you pretty strong." "I don't get it." "When I decided to make you vault, I figured one of two things would happen. I figured your natural competitor would come out, and you'd do great and really help the team." "Or?" "Or you'd mess up big time, and I would come down on you hard, which you did and I did. Then you put all your mad into your vault instead of hitting your poor defenseless brother." Traci glared for a minute, but I looked back neutrally. "What if it hadn't worked?" she asked finally. "I would have looked like I was being a jerk to my sister, and you would have kept moping." "I wasn't that bad." I waited. "Well, maybe." I figured there was one more step, but it would take awhile, so I stood up, picked up her plate, and went into the kitchen and started cleaning up. Traci got up and stood at one end, watching. "After you hit me, you went over and talked to Tami?" I nodded as I rinsed all the dishes Traci had used to make her breakfast. "Do you think I should talk to Peter?" I put the dishes in the dishwasher, added soap, and closed it. "I think it all comes down to do you have something to say? With Tami, there were some unsaid things I had to get out. You had a talk with Peter. That's what started this whole thing. Is there more to say?" "I think so." I turned on the dishwasher and turned to face my sister. "Then I think you need to talk to Peter. Or maybe, like Tami, talk at him." "What if he won't... ?" "If you want to talk to him, I can get him here. I can't make him listen, but I can make him hear you." "Thanks, I..." Traci turned and started walking away. "Traci." She stopped but didn't turn. "I think what you had with Peter was special. No one knows if you'll ever have it again." "That makes everything better," Traci said with just that gentle hint of sarcasm that I'd come to know and love. "I'll bet if you tried, you could name a dozen grown-ups who just go through the motions. They go to work, they go home. They drink a few beers, or something stronger, then they go to sleep and start all over again. Day after day after day. They're the people who lost something and gave up. They never tried again." "I guess." Damn, I wasn't getting through. "Like Mr. Ramsey?" she said after a second, still not turning to face me. "Exactly like Mr. Ramsey." Ramsey had lived in our neighborhood when we lived in California. He worked at some kind of plant all day, then went to a bar for three or four beers, then home for a couple more. A year before we moved, he went in his garage, sat in his car, turned it on, and used the remote to close the garage door. Traci nodded, and I watched as she walked away through the living room. "You know..." a soft voice said behind me. I turned and saw Tami there, dressed in one of my t-shirts and nothing else. "If I had a brother, I'd want him to be just like you." I grinned. "If I was your brother, what we're going to do in about five minutes would be a sin." Tami smiled coyly, "Some people think it's a sin anyway." "Just the ones who aren't doing it." Chapter 23 Robbie rushed in just as we were finishing the speed round of the day. I think Mrs. Conners was picking on me 'cause my topics were women shouldn't be allowed to serve in the military and women are too emotional to be president, especially once a month. Robbie nodded to Mrs. Conners but didn't offer any explanation. Robbie's got a wonderful face. It can be almost miraculously expressive when she sings or acts or as stoic as any Easter Island monolith when she's keeping her own counsel. Right now she was playing monolith. Except for her dancing eyes. That told me that something was up. The glance she gave me as she sat down said I wasn't going to like it. Mr. Reed walked in while Mrs. Conners was assigning topics for our team debates on Thursday. We got the con side of government services of illegal aliens, which should be easy. When she'd finished, Mrs. Conners looked at Mr. Reed. He smiled. "I was wondering if I could borrow Mr. Sims for a few minutes. Mrs. Conners looked at me and smiled at the expression on my face. "I'm not sure he wants to be borrowed." "If I spend much more time in the office during this period, I may not pass," I complained. "Just give him half of Tami's participation," Reed suggested with a chuckle. "He doesn't have opinions until she gives them to him anyway." I felt my cheeks burn as Mrs. Conners grinned and nodded toward the door. I ignored the laughter behind me as I left. I'd managed to get rid of Parker. Maybe it was time to start working on Mr. Reed. We walked down the hall and into the office without comment, and he flicked a finger toward the open door of the conference room. "In there." He hesitated and then added, "Tony, I expect you to be polite, but you don't have to stay any longer than you want to." I sighed. "Wa-say again?" "Not this time." He walked over to the mail area and started checking his slot. I walked in, not knowing what to expect. A woman was sitting at the table with her back to me. "Hi, I'm Tony," I said. She turned in her chair, and I realized it was Allie's mom. Now I realized why Mr. Reed had said to be polite: he knew we had a history. I walked around the table and sat down opposite her. "Tony," she acknowledged. "Mrs. Schmidt," I said and waited. It was her dime. "I talked to Roberta. She said you make these decisions." Robbie was letting me make decisions? That explained the gleam in her eye. I wondered if it was because Allie's mom called her Roberta or other reasons. "What decisions?" "As I'm sure you know," she said, preening, "I am the chairman of the county historical society." I knew that, but wasn't going to make it easier for her. Allie still wouldn't talk to her after the way she'd felt betrayed during the cheating incident. "I didn't even know we had a historical society. You never hear about them. They must not do anything." Allie's mom looked annoyed, which suited me just fine. "We do plenty. Teenagers don't bother reading the newspaper and knowing what's going on around town." For someone who wanted a favor, she had a funny way of going about it. "Actually, I read the paper at least three times a week. I never miss Tami Sharp's column. She's a teenager you know." "That's beside the point." Ever notice that when someone says something is beside the point, it's because they don't want to acknowledge the point you just made? "So, what's the point?" "I know you're a friend of Alison's. As chairman, I thought I would give you the opportunity to let you and your friends perform at our benefit." Translation: we need somebody popular. "Gee, that's swell," I said with a straight face. "But we're just kids. We wouldn't want to ruin anything." "I'll be supervising you to make sure that nothing goes wrong." Like that's going to happen. "What's the benefit for?" I asked to change the subject while I decided how to handle this. "The Sugarman house." "That monstrosity!" Mrs. Schmidt looked pained. "The house is an historical as well as architectural landmark and should be preserved. Though I can't expect someone as young as you to recognize that." Damn funny way of asking for a favor. "And just how is it historical?" This could be fun. Mrs. Schmidt sniffed disdainfully. "I would have thought they'd teach you that in school. Cyrus Sugarman built the house for himself and his new bride when he was assigned to command the garrison here." "And that makes it historical?" "He was an important figure in our history." I grinned. "Cyrus Sugarman was a colonel who was assigned here shortly after the Civil War because the War Department couldn't fire him. His father was a U.S. Senator and his uncle an influential presidential advisor. They figured he would do the least amount of harm up here." "Really!" "Yes, really. His one claim to fame is attempting to invade British Columbia at a time when we weren't at war with Canada and having his four troops routed by three Mounties and a pair of Indian scouts." The look on her face told me she was aware of the colonel's history and didn't have anything significant to add. I decided to rub salt in the wound. "Of course the house does have some REAL historical significance." I leaned back in my chair, interlaced my fingers and tried to look satisfied. "During World War Two, it was the largest cat house in the Northwest. Soldiers, sailors, and shipbuilders came from all over. Great morale booster." Mrs. Schmidt sniffed again. "I'm not surprised you know that bit of trivia. Men are all alike." I wondered if she'd be surprised that I learned it from Robbie. Mrs. Schmidt's scowl turned into a smile. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she decided that you can catch more flies with honey, etc, etc. "About the benefit, we were thinking..." "Just out of curiosity, how is it architecturally significant?" "It's unique," she said as if it was obvious. I nodded. It was that. "Just because something's unique, doesn't make it significant. Or worthy of saving," I pointed out. The look she gave me made it obvious that Mrs. Schmidt was of the "children should be seen and not heard" school of philosophy. "Then you're not interested," she said, standing. "I didn't say that. When and where were you planning your benefit?" Mrs. Schmidt sat back down. "Friday. We wanted to do it at the Sugarman estate if the weather's nice, or the Elk's ballroom if it looks like rain." "Friday! That's not much time. Why the rush?" "The city council is planning to discuss the Sugarman property at a special meeting next Tuesday. They own it. We thought this would put some pressure on them as well as raise money for the preservation of the estate." Something about next Tuesday tugged at the back of my head, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Mrs. Schmidt was droning on, but I tuned her out. Why would I know something about a city council meeting next Tuesday? Where would I have heard about it? Then it hit me. Proofing Tami's column. The city wanted to build a youth recreation center. And now I knew where. So it came down to doing a benefit to preserve something that would be better off knocked to the ground and preventing something the area desperately needed. I held up my hand to stop her speech. "We'll do it," I said smiling. "That's wonderful. We just need you and your group for four or five songs. We already have the Youth Chorale and the City Orchestia." Oh, boy. "We'll go last. Definitely three songs and maybe four." "Okay," she said, looking at me a little suspiciously. "I sure hope the weather cooperates." Mrs. Schmidt nodded as she stood. "Uh, just let us know what you need." "I'll do that." I looked down at the table, then snagged a yellow legal pad from the center. I ignored her and started making notes. After a minute she left. I had the perfect songs for Traci, Robbie, and me. Now if Sally or her brother could write one about cat houses in three days. Maybe I could watch Best Little Whorehouse in Texas again and steal one of theirs. Chapter 24 "Nobody out, man on first!" I shouted, then tossed the baseball in the air and smacked it toward Elvis Carson, who was playing first. The freshman snagged it on one bounce, spun, and raced toward first, tagging it easily. He looked at me, tossing the baseball up and down and grinning like he'd just been named Rookie of the Year in the American League. "Great play," I yelled. Impossibly, his grin got bigger. "We now have a man in scoring position with only one out." His face fell. "I know Mr. Hollowell mentioned getting the lead runner at least once or twice last year." He'd better have. I taught him. "Yeah, lard butt," yelled the freshman on the pitcher's mound, Danny something. "Guess what, lard butt junior." Danny looked around until he realized I was yelling at him. "Guess who was supposed to be sprinting to cover first if Elvis had thrown to second like he was supposed to?" Danny looked like he wanted to argue but thought better of it. "Take a lap," I yelled. I looked at my reserves over by the third base dugout. "Jason, take the mound." "I'm not a pitcher," Jason said walking to the base line but not crossing. "And if I ask you to pitch, you can remind me of that." Jason ran to the mound. "Freshmen," I muttered under my breath. "Let's try that play again." And again. And again. "Okay, time out," I said finally. I looked over at the batting cage. "Coach, can I borrow Robbie, Ricky, and Jake for a minute?" Coach Calloway nodded, though Robbie already had a batting helmet on and looked like she was next. "Infield in," I yelled while the three trotted over. "You, too," I added when the reserves didn't move. "The problem is you're throwing the ball to where people are instead of where they're going to be." I explained when they were gathered around me. "Watch." Ricky had taken position by first, and Jake was on the mound. Robbie, still wearing a batting helmet, was playing second. "Nobody out, man on first," I yelled and hit a hard one bouncer about fifteen feet to Ricky's right. Ricky charged forward, snagged the ball and without appearing to look, fired it to second. Robbie took the throw about a foot behind second, stepped forward onto the bag, and fired to Jake's waiting glove on first. "And that, guys, would be a double play in any league." I nodded to my friends, and they jogged back to the batting cages. "If you want to play varsity," like that's going to happen with this crew, "you have to throw the ball where it needs to be and trust that the other player will know where he's supposed to be and take the catch." I gave them a few seconds to let it sink in. "Now, anything wrong with the play they just ran?" The boys in front of me looked around at each other. Finally Danny whatever raised his hand. "Lard butt junior," I acknowledged. Danny turned red. "Shouldn't the shortstop take the throw at second?" I held my hand out to him. "Junior, there may be hope for you yet. Normally, the shortstop would take the throw from first unless he was playing deep or out of position for some reason. But you noticed that Robbie didn't hesitate. She knew there was no short, so she played it. Any questions?" Most of them shook their heads, but one kid -- I couldn't remember his name -- raised his hand. I nodded. "Have any of us got a chance?" 'No way in hell, ' I thought but smiled. "Everybody's got a chance. Coach Calloway makes everybody try out and then picks his squad. It doesn't matter if you're a senior or a freshman. If you already played three years of varsity or never picked up a glove before today. Ricky made it as a freshman. So did Robbie and me." "You're not trying out," Jason said, then looked surprised that the words had come out of his mouth. "I will. Since Coach Saxon, the JV coach, couldn't be here today, the coach will have some of last year's varsity helping out. He's over there at the batting cage, but you'd better believe he knows what's going on over here too. It's only Monday. We've got four more days after this. Okay, you and you, first and second..." I started moving my reserves onto the field. "Sit! Stay! Quiet!" Tami pushed me into dad's chair while the others grinned. "I'm glad to see you finally figured out how to handle him," Robbie said while Darlene and Allie giggled. "I'm glad you think so," Tami said. "Sit! Stay! Quiet!" she commanded as she pushed Robbie back onto the sofa. Robbie looked stunned. Tami looked satisfied. The rest tried to keep their faces neutral while they figured out where the nearest fallout shelter was. Tami ignored Robbie's look and checked out the room. "Where's Peter?" "I told him we were getting together, but he wasn't interested," Mikee explained. "Tony, fetch!" "I thought I was supposed to sit." When I saw the determined look in her eye, I jumped up and headed for the door. I knocked, and Peter opened the door. "What... ?" From the look on his face, he wasn't happy to see me. "We're having a meeting. It has something to do with the play. Tami asked me to get you." "I don't think..." "Whatever there is between you and Traci, or between you and me, you were and ARE a member of the play committee. The committee is meeting, though I don't know why. And Tami has always been your friend, and she asked me to ask you to come." He didn't look convinced, so I played my trump. "Once upon a time, I did you a big favor. Now I'm asking you to do me one. Forget about Traci or me and just come be part of the group. Peter looked embarrassed. "I, uh, I've got something on the stove. I'll be there in a minute." "Good enough." I closed the door and left. "He'll be here in a minute," I reported when I got back. 'I hope, ' I added to myself. Mikee and Tracy both looked surprised. It was almost a minute exactly when there was a knock on the door. Susie opened it and let Peter in. Peter's eyes scanned the room, and he looked embarrassed when they lighted on Traci and his younger sister. "I, uh..." "Good, you're here," Tami said, gliding across the room and putting her arm around his shoulders. "We couldn't start without you." "Start what?" Robbie asked. "We have a big problem," Tami announced after she got Peter settled between Darlene and Allie. Allie wasn't part of the committee but had been hanging with Darlene after school. "How could we have a big problem? The play's over. Hell, we've already spent the money," Robbie complained. The committee had voted to spend our share of the prize money on a memorial plaque for Zoe. It had been Tami's idea, and the decision was unanimous. I'd sent Zoe's mom pictures of the bronze plaque and the dedication ceremony two weeks ago. "Since they changed the dates, we have almost a year before the next one." "That may not be enough time," Tami said flatly. I was pretty sure I looked confused. I know everyone else did. "The problem is, you people watch too much television." If I'd looked confused before, I must be positively slack-jawed now. "I..." "What..." "How..." "Are..." "We..." Everybody tried to talk at once until Tami held up her hand for silence. "This weekend," Tami focused on me, "Tony watched an old Steve Martin movie, Leap of Faith. He got inspired and thinks he should write a play where he can be a smarmy evangelist. I think it's a great idea." Robbie looked disgusted for some reason. "But..." Tami added, "Also watching the idiot box this weekend, Robbie saw an old Henry Fonda/Joanne Woodward western, A Big Hand for the Little Lady. Robbie thought it could be a great play, mostly 'cause she wants to play the little lady. And she's right. It could be a great play." I thought about it. She was right. It was perfect since it mostly took place in one or two rooms. We could make it work, and Robbie would be perfect. "To make matters worse, they're both thinking right now that the other one has a great idea. I exchanged looks with Robbie, and we both grinned. Tami knew us too well. "They both could be great plays, either straight or as musicals. We could spend a whole year arguing about which one is better." She got that right. In my head, I could see both. "But it's worse than that," Tami said. "Someone else was watching the boob tube. Personally, not being one of the two top students in the junior class, I was doing homework." Someone else? I looked around, and since Traci was doing a great imitation of Rudolf's nose it wasn't hard to guess. Tami was looking straight at her to make it easy for everyone. "Someone else watched an old movie on TV, a musical, and figured we could change and modernize it and it would be perfect. But since I made the mistake of telling that person that her brother, I mean another group member already had an idea, that someone else has decided not to say anything even though it's the best idea of the three." "I thought, I meaIsathisolmovand itwoulbgreifroband tamperfandjkjesflagulernvunireqnv." Traci mumbled turning even redder. I was pretty sure there were seven or eight distinct sentences in there and she'd managed to spit it all out in about two-and-a-half seconds. "If anyone got that, I can get them a job as director of translations at the U.N." I suggested. Traci shot me a dirty look. "I said I saw an old movie this weekend. While I was watching I thought it would be a good one for our group." Traci took a deep breath. "It's already a musical and the songs are pretty good. When I was watching, I thought Tami would be great as Rosemary. And Robbie would be perfect as Hedy." I tried to remember a musical with a Rosemary and a Hedy and came up blank. "Then I thought about changing it and it would be even better," Traci added. "Does this musical have a name?" Robbie asked with just a hint of sarcasm. Traci ignored the sarcastic tone. "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying." It took me just a second to remember the Robert Morse classic. "But I thought maybe Tony could change it and we could do How to Succeed in Politics Without Really Trying." I looked at Robbie. She nodded instantly, then stood. "All in favor of Traci's play?" The ayes had it. Chapter 25 "So, ya finished act one yet?" I turned and stared at Robbie. "Are you... ?" "Heads Up!" the coach shouted and smacked the ball in a line drive shot right over second base. I was off-balance but dove anyway, feeling the satisfying thunk of a ball hitting the pocket just before I hit the dirt. Hard. With zero air in my lungs, I still managed a feeble backhand toward Robbie. She snagged the ball and zinged it to Ricky at first. The freshmen who'd been on the base was halfway to second and couldn't get back in time. "Good play," Coach Calloway yelled. "But if you'd been paying attention, you wouldn't have had to kill yourself to make it." That was one of the things I loved about the coach: his compassion. "Tyler, try short. Mark, take second. Robbie, see if you can get him off the field." I managed to get to my knees by myself, but was happy to have Robbie help me the rest of the way up. We walked toward the foul line, her arm around my back and my arm across her shoulders. By the time we were off the field, I was halfway sure I wouldn't need an iron lung. I grabbed a bottle of water off the bench, drank half in a gulp, and poured the rest over my head. Robbie looked like she considered an all-wet comment but decided against it. "Act one?" I asked, shaking my head. She smiled. "We just decided on the play last night," I reminded her. "It's not like it's an original." Robbie smiled even bigger. "You're just adapting." For just a second I wondered where I could bury the body. Then I bowed. "Madame Director, I know you want to win this time, but as your playwright, I plan to watch the movie a couple times, then let it percolate for awhile. I don't even plan to put pen to paper until at least May." "You don't use a pen. You type on your computer." Now it was my turn to smile, evilly I hoped. "You know, the only drawback to putting you over my knee and spanking you right here, is that outfit of yours already has the freshmen worked up. Any more and they wouldn't be able to catch a ball." Robbie wiggled her butt in the black cutoffs she was wearing. Her red bikini top left even less to the imagination. "If the freshmen are the only ones I'm working up, I may have to enter a nunnery." "Tony, go." "Every last one of them," I said smugly. It was debate and speed round, and Mrs. Conners had just asked if the news media was biased. "I thought you liked Fox News," Tami said, surprised. "Are they biased?" "Definitely." "The news isn't biased," Janet Blake said from across the circle. "Next you'll be blaming the Jewish influence." "The Tri-Lateral Commission, actually." Mrs. Conners tried hard not to smile, but I think she liked my sense of humor. "Tony, elaborate." I leaned back in my chair, interlacing my fingers behind my head and stretching my legs out in front of me. "Two examples and I think my point is made. The Daily Planet has two spaces left for stories, one on the front page and one on page thirty. Two stories come in. One is an earthquake in Samoa. The other is a charity drive in Chicago. Perry White puts the earthquake on the front page 'cause he's biased against Chicago." "That's not bias," Janet protested. "That's..." "That's journalism one-oh-one. He picked the story he thought was more important, but it's still bias. His readers may be tired of earthquakes and not give a hoot about Samoa but be very charity minded." "True," Mrs. Conners said, turning to Janet. "We all have biases. If you have a hamburger for lunch instead of a hot dog, your bias is showing." "But that's not what you meant when you asked him about bias," Janet complained. I ignored the interruption. "My second example. A lot of people think Rudy Giuliani and John McCain are going to run for president. At the Daily Bugle, J. Jonah Jameson likes Giuliani and can't stand McCain. He has space for one more story on page one, he runs a blurb about Giuliani cutting a ribbon on a new highway instead of McCain opening a new prison." "Yeah, but..." "I think we'll give this point to Tony," Mrs. Conners said, cutting her off. Janet pouted. "The Daily Planet and the Daily Bugle?" Tami said as I sat up normally. "I wanted journalistic integrity." "I thought we'd have a little fun today." I looked at Coach Calloway suspiciously. We hadn't had any fun at tryouts my freshman or sophomore years. And definitely not when I tried to redshirt in the eighth grade. "As of today," the coach continued, "only two of you have made varsity. Robbie Tate and Tony Sims." "What about me?" his son protested. "Bobble another ball at first and you'll be lucky to make the middle school team," his dad said with a grin. Yesterday had been a disaster for Ricky. "As I was saying, Robbie and Tony have already made the team since they won't be here tomorrow. So, we're going to have some fun. We're going to have a scrimmage game, and Robbie and Tony will be captains." Robbie stood. "Better give Tony's team a couple of runs to start, just to keep it interesting." The coach smiled as I stood. He pulled a fifty-cent piece out of his pocket. "Winner chooses. Home team or first draft pick." He nodded at Robbie then tossed the coin high in the air. "Hea ... Tails!" The coach caught the coin and slapped it down on the top of his left hand. He took his other hand away, and a shiny eagle looked up at us. "I'll take first pick and take Ricky, though if he screws up, not even the middle school will take him." Ricky pretended to cringe, then stood and walked over to Robbie. I knew a pitcher was my first priority, so I grabbed Jake Fraser. It took almost six minutes to split the group. When we finished I had nineteen and Robbie had twenty. The coach had put on shin guards and a chest protector and was holding a face mask. He called us over. "I know you have way too many kids, but bat them all and work 'em in and out as much as possible. If you need to call time to switch a couple, go ahead." We nodded and headed for our dugouts to organize. Since I was home team, we had the field first. I decided to put freshmen out first, then rotate in more experienced players as they made mistakes. Except I put Jake on the mound. Robbie had grabbed Tyler Morse, the other varsity pitcher from last year, and I just didn't trust any of the others. Robbie was her own lead-off batter. She tossed me a big grin before she stepped into the batter's box and took a couple swings. I had a feeling that if my team won this was just a scrimmage, but if we lost I'd never hear the end of it. Jake threw a curve to start. Robbie brought the bat down in front of her, her hand on the barrel, and laid down a perfect bunt. The ball rolled toward third just a few inches from the foul line, and my third baseman watched it roll. Jake ran over, picked up the ball, and side-armed it to first, but Robbie was already camped on the base. "Lard butt junior out, Elvis take third," I yelled. Danny Whatever-his-name slumped off the field as Elvis ran out to the field. I motioned Danny to me. "What'd you do wrong?" "I should have moved in when she squared to bunt," he mumbled. "Bingo. Watch the game. Think about what the third baseman should be doing on every play. You'll go back in after a couple outs." Danny grinned, relieved that he wasn't out for good. Robbie stole second on the first pitch, and I pulled my center fielder who hadn't been ready to back up the play if the catcher had tried to throw her out. I would have pulled my catcher too, but getting gear on and off took too long. Robbie stole third before Tim Kreline, one of her freshmen, got a weak one bouncer. It should have been an easy out, but my shortstop hesitated. That left Robbie at home laughing at me and put Tim on first. It was going to be a long afternoon. Her team had scored five before we got our first out, but the next two outs came quickly. I hadn't planned to bat myself. I changed my mind when I saw Robbie on the mound and decided to lead off. I stepped into the box, and Robbie and I glared at each other for several seconds. She threw a fastball that was belt high but a little inside. "Strike one!" Coach Calloway yelled. I turned and gave him my best where's-your-glasses look. I looked back at Robbie. She licked her finger and chalked up an imaginary point in the air, then she wound up and fired another pitch in exactly the same spot. "Strike two!" I shook my head and swung the bat while holding it against my stomach. Robbie chalked up another imaginary point. I took a couple of practice swings for inside pitches, then grinned at her. Robbie wound up and fired a shot right to the low outside corner where I'd known she was going. I swung and connected with a satisfying thunk. The ball sailed over the head of the startled center fielder and bounced against the fence. I sprinted for first, blowing my redhead a kiss as I rounded the bag and headed for second. I probably could have made third, but I stopped on second and bowed to the pitcher's mound. Robbie looked disgusted, called time, and changed her entire outfield. "Hit the showers!" the coach yelled two-and-a-half hours later. Robbie, Ricky, and I walked over to him while the rest headed for the locker room. "So who won?" Robbie asked as the coach pulled off gear. I don't know about her, but I hadn't kept track. I was too busy trying to get everyone in and out. "I can't count that high," the coach muttered with a shake of his head. I think we were pretty close, but both our scores were probably in the teens, maybe even the twenties. "Should I head for the middle school tomorrow?" Ricky asked his dad. "Ask your coach," Coach Calloway said and nodded toward Robbie as he unstrapped his shin guards. "No middle school for you," Robbie said and clapped him on the back. "You've got JV written all over you," she added mischievously and jogged toward the school. I grabbed a fast shower, dressed, and headed for the stage. Mr. Reed was letting us use it to practice for tomorrow. Everybody else was already there, including Robbie, who looked like she was ready for a Cosmo Girl photo shoot. How the hell did she do it? We practiced till nine, which gave us time to run through all the songs four or five times. I had three, Robbie two and Traci one, then we all had the finale. "Think Allie will catch hell after we're done?" Tami asked as she laid her head on my shoulder while we walked around the park. "From what I've heard, she hasn't said more than a dozen words to her mother since last year. It can't get much worse." Tami lifted her head and looked at me. "And you call other people naive." I shrugged. "If it does, Darlene gets a roommate."

The Start byjulesteve© The Start Pt. 03 How my sexual adventurous began P3, first nude in public. After my previous experience in the restaurant, I wanted to explore my fetish for exhibitionism and public nudity. However, I wasn't yet confident enough to be naked or semi-naked in public, yet the desire to 'be seen' was strong. I was also keen to repeat the experience of mutual masturbation. The desire to watch and feel a guy cum on me had often led to my fingers wandering in bed at night. I'd play out fantasies of being taken in public, being spied on, cum on. I'd press the heel of my palm against my clit and insert a finger between the lips of my pussy, biting my lip to stifle cries of pleasure as I stroke it in and out. Then pinch each nipple in turn while moving my hips, humping against my own hand until I was left soaked, shaking and breathless. After the confidence my aunt had given me, I needed another adventure. She was away on business which made the house quiet but gave me time to think about the things we'd discussed, so each day when I got home from college, I'd shower and dress for my run. The shower had been pleasant, and I'd had to resist the urge to play a little as the last few days I'd been hornier than ever. I seemed to continually think about what had happened with the guy in the bar, the adventure with the neighbour, and the possibilities my new 'sexier' wardrobe might bring. I'd also promised my aunt that I would explore my desire to 'be seen,' the exhibitionist side I'd been nervous about exploring. A naughty thought came to me, and after some deliberation, I discarded my usual sportswear. Then taking a few moments to work up the courage, I eventually placed my sports bra and panties back in the drawer. Searching through my closet, I chose an old rugby style top made of stretchy fabric that hugs, cut showing just a little midriff, open enough at the neck to show a little cleavage. My breasts are not over large but perky, full with sensitive nipples that seem to poke outwards at the slightest sensation. Pleased with my choice, I then picked out an older pair of shorts that I knew were a little on the snug side, not worn since school day athletics. High cut, I noticed that they now exposed the bottom of my cheeks in the mirror, which pleased me. I'm slim, have a curve to my hips and, according to my aunt, a peachy bum. Taking a moment, I turned to examine myself in the mirror. The top was tight enough to perfectly frame my breasts, with an unmistakable bump where my nipples stood to attention. The shorts framed my bottom, and with no panties, no outline, just a smoothness detailing the exact contours of my butt. The high cut leg exposed a generous amount of thigh and a generous hint of buttock. To the front, the shorts were pretty much moulded to my crotch, the shape of my mons clearly defined. I suspected the moment I started jogging, there was a danger of them ridding up, bringing a hint of 'camel toe.' It wasn't being naked but close enough to semi-naked that it would be a thrill. Leaving the house quickly, I cut through the alleyway behind our property before I could change my mind. One saving grace was living near enough to the park that I didn't have to navigate much of the streets. I mainly jogged when it was quiet at dawn or early evening, it being a safe enough place to do so. Deciding not to wear a bra soon meant my nipples showed, hard against the thin fabric as it brushed over them. The sensation already causing slight dampness between my legs. Halfway around the park, I needed to pee. That time of day, in the lull between people travelling from work and taking an evening stroll, I was confident that it would be safe to duck behind a tree, away from the path. Looking around, I couldn't see anyone. I genuinely had to pee, but it suddenly occurred to me it was a chance to be a little naughty if I was brave enough. My options were to just pull down my shorts sufficient to relieve myself. Or I could take a chance, pull them right down to my ankles and step out of them, leaving me naked from the waist down while I relieved myself. I chose option two. With one last glance around, I slipped off my shorts and hooked them on a branch, then stood for a moment, butterflies of nervousness tickling my belly. My neatly trimmed pussy was exposed in a very public place for the first time. I touched a finger to myself and let out a slight shudder; this was the most daring thing I'd done. The feeling was naughty, exhilarating and I was more than a little proud that I'd had the nerve, even if I was still a little scared. How I wished I could complete my run like this. Desperation soon got the better of me, so squatting, I began to pee. Cleaning myself with a wet wipe and tissue, I reached to retrieve my shorts and froze in shock. There was a man, older than me, holding a leash, just staring at my pussy. I blushed, but heart-pounding didn't turn away. Instead, I casually reached out for my shorts, just holding them at my side for a few seconds more, letting him take a good long look before slowly pulling them on. For a moment, he showed no signs of leaving, then just smiled, said. 'nice' and carried on with his walk, calling to a dog sniffing about nearby. I stood on shaky legs, my breath quick. The encounter had been brief, slightly embarrassing because the man had watched me pee, but also tense and exciting. Binning my tissues, I resumed my run, more than a little flushed and not through exercise; the appreciative look in the stranger's eye and smile had been a real turn on Further on, I noticed a group of men milling about one of the benches, chatting loudly and drinking coffee. I guessed from the suites they were office workers, finishing late. Still excited from my little encounter, I suddenly had a deep desire to slowly jog up to them wearing nothing but my trainers. I imagined letting them get an eyeful of tits and pussy. Then, with my bottom and breasts jiggling with a sudden burst of speed, sprinting out of their reach. Glancing over my shoulder to catch the lustful look in their eye as they look at my disappearing ass. At that time, I wasn't anywhere near brave enough to act out the fantasy, which was a shame. Instead, I stopped at the bench facing them and moved into a low squat, stretching one leg to the side before stretching the other in turn. Closing my eyes, I imagined doing it naked, showing off. My legs open to the men as I move from one position to another, giving them and anyone going by a good view of my pussy. I was stretching, lost in the fantasy for a good twenty seconds before I noticed the talking had almost stopped. With a smile, I realised they had probably been looking down the open neck of my top. No doubt my nipples, which were hard and barely concealed, had also got their attention. Pretending not to notice, I turned my back, moved my legs apart to a wide stance, and bent over, touching the ground. As I glanced back between my legs, I could see the appreciative reaction from the men as I dipped my hips and pushed my ass towards them. I could only imagine their view, with my shorts being so clingy. The shape of my pussy must have been close to being on display, it was damp from my fantasising, and I wondered if I sat at their bench, would I leave a wet patch? None of the men made eye contact as I turned to face them. They were definitely more interested in staring at my barely concealed charms. The nipples poked out through my top, clearly outlined and shorts that were now damp and moulded to my pussy. It was usually the idea of being caught naked that excited me, but I found being stared at like this to be just as thrilling. The chatter started as soon as I began jogging again and wondered if they said things about me. There was a smile on my face all the way back home as I wondered if the man who had seen me pee and the office guys would be masturbating later, thinking about what they could have done do to me. My pussy was wet at the thought. My imagination was running riot as I fantasised about the office guys surrounding me, cumming on me as I lay naked, fingering myself on the grass. Or the dog walker, pulling his cock out as he watched me pee, then cumming on my nude ass, as I leant against the tree, just out of sight of the footpath. I couldn't wait to work out my frustrations in the shower. Hot from my run and feeling very horny, I saw the neighbour's son near the gate of my aunt's property. 'If you wait a few moments, I will be taking a shower, so if you keep looking up there.' I said, gesturing to the window, 'you'll catch me walking around naked.' He went bright red. 'I wasn't...' Before he could go any further, I interrupted. 'I don't care, I like it. You can look all you want.' Feeling very turned on from the park, the thought he was trying to spy again sent a thrill through me as I walked towards him. 'I haven't seen you perving since I visited you. Did I scare you off?' He still looked embarrassed. 'No, your aunt said she knew everything because she'd seen you on CCTV and that I'd better behave around you.' 'Really?' I was shocked as auntie hadn't said anything. 'What else did she say?' He looked slightly annoyed. 'Nothing, she just laughed and walked off.' I made a mental note to ring aunty later and said. 'Well, if she hasn't frightened you off, I'm up for some fun again.' Before he could answer, I reached out and began to rub him through his jeans, making him jump. 'Same rules as last time though, you only do as I say, touch what I say, Ok?' He nodded yes, and before he could speak, I was undoing the fly and popping the button of his jeans. He started a little as I reached over into the waistband of his boxers and pulled out his dick. It was already semi-erect as I began to gently rub my fingers up and down it. He tried to grab my hand. 'Wait, we can't do things here,' he said. 'Why not?' I whispered. 'It's exciting. Only you and I ever seem to come out this way, so relax, unless you'd rather not do anything,' I said teasingly. He looked around then nodded, He enjoyed what I was doing, so I knew there was no way he would pass this up, and even if we did have an audience, lust would overcome common sense. Not sure if it was confidence from what happened at the park or if it was that I was already so turned on, but there was no thought in what came next, and I surprised myself as I edged closer and whispered. 'Keep your eyes closed, and don't move.' Adding, 'or I stop.' Shifting into a new position, my bare legs pressed to the rough material of his jeans as I moved his penis between my legs. Then began to work against it, moving my hips, the thin damp material of my shorts clinging to my pussy, pretty much the same way it had to my panties the first time we'd 'played.' Doing it outside, in the alley between our houses, with a chance of being caught, was absolutely breathtaking, though. Moving him against the fence, I turned and pressed my ass into his cock, the jeans around his knees meaning he had limited movement, and I had control. And I liked that. Tingles running up and down my skin, I placed a hand over his. Entwined our fingers and guided his hand over my thigh, between my legs, inching closer and closer to my pussy, drenched in anticipation. Still controlling his hand, I used his fingers to gently rub my pussy through my shorts. He flexed them as they brushed against me, seeking to explore, but I moved his hand away and said. 'Let me.' He got the message and relaxed his hand. I guided his other hand to my breasts and pressed tight to the erection nestled against my buttocks, same as the guy in the restroom. His cock made a damp patch on my shorts as I moved against him. Now that I'd established control, I increased pressure with my fingers, and he gasped as I used his index finger to trace my lips. My pussy was soaked, and I needed to cum. With my free hand, I eased my shorts down a little, just over my hip bone, and at the same time pushing our entwined hands inside of the waistband. I thought my heart would pound out of my chest, this was the first time any fingers, but my own had touched me like this. He went to say something, but I warned him to be quiet, or it would be over, I did'nt want a chat. Grabbing his other hand, I pushed it under my top. He got the message and began massaging my left breast, his movement limited under the confining fabric. Our entwined hands were just inside my shorts. Slowly I pushed his fingers between my legs, touching them to my pussy. With my index finger over his, I increased pressure on it until the tip eased between my folds. Then I rubbed his finger gently back and forth, all the time controlling how he was touching me. His cock twitched against me, oozing more wetness as he squeezed my breast really hard, clumsily groping at it. I realised that this must be his first time touching a girl intimately, apart from our previous encounter where he'd felt my breasts over my bra. His movements were limited, and again I startled him by lifting my top over his hand, exposing my breasts to give him more freedom. He rolled a nipple between his fingers and alternated between, squeezing each breast in turn and playing with the nipples. Taking the opportunity to explore, his clumsiness somehow made it more exciting. That and baring my breasts in a public place. Working his fingers over me was nice, but I needed more. His cock jerked against me, and he gasped a little as I dragged fingers through my silky, wet folds. Gently I increased pressure, pushing both our fingers into my pussy. Not going in very far, briefly fucking them back and forth. Dragging them back through the slick lips to my clit, feeling my orgasm starting to build as I pressed our fingertips there, making small circles over the sensitive nub. He pinched and caressed my nipples as he heard me moaning, my back arched, pushing my ass back hard into his cock. With shaking legs, my orgasm hit and I gripped his hand tighter, pressing it hard to my pussy. My body shook as delicious feelings spread through me, our fingers pressed hard on my clit until my breathing returned to normal. I pulled away once my legs were steady, adjusting my top and shorts. Turning to face him, I simply said. 'Your turn.' His penis was rock hard, and I thought he was going to shoot his load as I took it in my hand and positioned myself closer to him. Looking him straight in the eye, I tugged my shorts down a bit, took the head of his cock and rubbed it against my still sensitive clit, making a muscle in my thigh twitch. He put his hands back on my tits, over the top, rubbing the nipples. 'I'm playing. We are not fucking at any point. You ok with that?' He nodded a breathless 'yes' as I squeezed and manipulated him, but then I think he'd have agreed to anything at that point. Shuffling my legs apart, I rubbed him up against my pussy, the very tip just gently brushing against me, the goo oozing from his penis coating me. Soon I could feel a second orgasm building. But I could feel he was close too. Letting go of him for just a moment, his obvious disappointment turned to a breathy 'wow' followed by a panicked look up and down the ally as I pulled off my top. Kneeling, I gripped his cock, stroking my fingers over the shaft, from the tip to the base. Putting my hand down my shorts, I slid my fingers along the length of my pussy. To my clit and back again, dipping inside, even my thighs were slick with my juices. Leaning close, I quickly licked out my tongue, touching it to his shaft, tasting pre-cum. I was curious about what it was like, having tasted my own fingers after masturbating. I now wondered what cum would taste like as he started groaning and pushing back into my hand with his hips. I knew he was close and would be done in moments; not wanting him to cum first, I got straight to work on my clit. His shaft was coated as more and more of the clear liquid spilt out of the swollen head. It dribbled over my fingers. Swapping hands, I thrilled as I realised that our juices were mixed on the fingers I was using between my legs. Our breathing got heavier as we both approach orgasm. His cock swelled even bigger in my hand as he got closer to shooting his load. half-naked me over the back gate body started shaking as he suddenly let out a grunt of, 'sorry.' I sat back on my heels just in time and angled his cock just right for globs of spunk to start landing on my breasts. The first shot of warm sperm ran between my fingers and all over my hand. He tried to apologise and pull away, looking shocked, but I shook my head and almost shouted, 'no, this is what I wanted, cum on my tits.' caught up in my own needs. He needed no further encouragement and just let things happen. His whole body tense as strand after silvery strand landed on my chest until both breasts were glistening. I thought it would never stop as cum ran down, between my breasts, over my belly, down my shorts to the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair where my fingers still played over my clit. My pussy contracted and spasmed as I plunged two fingers into myself, aware that they were covered in his mess. Even though I was shaking in the throes of my own orgasm, I still kept a tight grip on him, milking his cock until it started to soften, and he was pleading for me to stop. Getting to my feet, I wiped cum from my hand with my top and looked down to see a generous coating on my breasts and belly. My neighbour pulled up his jeans and boxers, his eyes never leaving my naked breasts. However, he looked worried when he realised I was staring at the mess he'd made. Then relaxed as I smiled and said. 'seems I don't need to ask if you enjoyed that; I'm wearing the evidence.' ' Sorry about doing that.' he said, embarrassed. 'But that was incredible. I've never done that before.' I gestured to my chest. 'That's what I like, to see and feel someone cum.' He either missed or ignored the 'someone.' 'Listen, I don't want a boyfriend, but sometimes I get urges to do things. If you're up for it and understand I'm just interested in a little mutual masturbation, we could do this again.' He looked around, 'doing things in public, like here?' He said 'Sometimes, can't say for certain. It's something I like.' I shrugged. 'But now, I'm going for a shower.' Then with a mischievous grin added. 'Well showering and probably explaining to my aunt the CCTV of me walking half naked through the backgate.' Then with a thought for what I'd not been brave enough to do in the park, I slipped off my shorts and said. 'Or naked.' I stood for a moment, feet slightly apart, letting him look at me as I had the barman and the dog walker. And before he could respond opened the back gate, sure that he would be watching my ass as I walked away, as I'd imagined those office guys doing. The day had been exciting, and I wondered where my newfound confidence would lead and what fun I would have with my masturbation buddy. The Start Pt. 04 How my sexual adventurous began, part 4, confidence. After my exhibitionist park and alley adventures I was feeling a lot more confident, I started to be daring in what I wore and was pleased with the attention I was getting. My aunt was right that a little peek is just as exciting as being spyed on naked, and that confidence can lead to fun, as I was to find out. As soon as I entered the building, I could feel him watching me keeping step as I walked across the library. I was dressed in a simple black mid-thigh flared skirt, short boots, and I was wearing a thong for the first time. It felt deliciously naughty, and I liked the way my skirt felt as it brushed against my bare cheeks, easy to imagine I was naked down there. The only attention-grabbing thing was my jumper. Form-fitting of a light peachy colour, nothing remarkable unless you noticed the dark of my nipples showing against the light material, or a peek of a nipple as it briefly poked through the loose-knit as my braless breasts swayed with the rhythm of my step. My insides felt warm, and the risk was getting to me, as I could feel the slickness between my pussy lips. It was such a thrill knowing people were looking at me, and I was getting so turned on. Especially the guy who'd been looking at me, he wore trousers, shirt and tie, all of a designer cut, was clean-shaven, lean and looked to be around mid to late thirties. Which made him at least 15 years older than myself, but there was something about the way he moved, feline confidence, watchful, curious, not the staring I'd experienced so far. It was my first time in public dressed daring, apart from my recent run in the park, which I didn't count, seeing as there were so few people around. I'd chosen the library because it was big and sprawling, with plenty of places to hide away if I started to feel self-conscious. I'd even packed a bra in my bag just in case. My mind was racing as I saw the watchful but not intimidating guy for the second time. Was he wondering if I was without panties too, did he find me a turn on, and if so, would he be masturbating while thinking about me later? I was not ready to leave the library. I still needed other books for my assignment. The library in my town is large and sprawling, it being an older building, so finding everything I needed took time. Maybe ten people were in the library, most on the computers or waiting to use one, so apart from my thirty-something admirer and a couple of older men, who'd had smiled appreciatively as I passed, not many had noticed my 'show.' Finding a quiet place to sit and browse the books I'd picked up so far, I saw my mystery guy sitting on the opposite side of the room at a desk. I don't know where it came from, but I suddenly wanted to tease him with a bit more than a nipple peek. My seat was off to the side of rows of shelving but still in plain view of the desk. I made the pretence of reading while watching him. Although he was openly looking across at me, not bothering to pretend to read the book in his hand. I was aware of the hardness of my nipples, a tingling feeling spreading to my stomach like a nervous flutter as I crossed my legs, allowing my skirt to slide up my thighs. He watched intently, and I wondered if he was trying to see my panties. Although my skirt showed a great deal of thigh, there was no chance of him getting a glimpse of my thong. Yet Shifting position, I let my skirt ride higher as I turned the page of my book, keeping up the pretence of innocently reading. Slowly uncrossing my legs, I wiggled as if trying to get more comfortable in the large leather chesterfield, which caused my skirt to ride up, right under my bottom. Then in slow motion, I re-crossed my legs, watching him over the top of my book. His eyes moved down my body, and I wondered, did he see anything, could he see anything? and smiled at the thought; the warm tingle in my stomach spreading lower, making my pussy wet. So far, I had walked about naked in the safety of my bedroom, knowing the neighbour's son was watching. I had been stared at by a dog walker when I'd nipped behind a tree to relieve myself while jogging, which was a pleasant accident. I kind of flashed my boobs at a group of men in the same park. But I have never done anything like this before. It felt so naughty but so right. My sexiest fantasies were in being seen, allowing glimpses of my nakedness, being an exhibitionist. Thinking about it had made me even wetter; was I wet enough that he'd notice a damp spot in my panties, I wondered? Glancing at my stranger, I could tell by how his expression changed that he'd seen my panties, or at least a lot of my inner thighs. The way he was looking at me had become much more concentrated. Taking a breath, I uncrossed my legs, stretching one out, my skirt still bunched up and buried my face in my book. When I looked up while turning a page, I was shocked to see he had started to walk in my direction, surprised as he took a seat on the arm of the chair. Stomach fluttering, I lowered my book and smiled, 'can I help you.' He smiled back, leant in and said, 'Do you taste as good as you look, little tease?' 'Excuse me?' I stammered, taken by surprise. He leaned even closer and spoke softly, his breath tickling my ear, his aftershave subtle, expensive. 'I saw you when you came in, the way you dressed, saw what you did, know what you are doing and just wondered if you taste as good as you look?' I closed my book and put it in my lap, tilting my head in what I hoped was an annoyed manner I said. 'That kind of question could get you in trouble.' He shrugged. 'I believe in being forward; life's too short, besides,' he grinned, 'you seem the kind of lady who takes chances.' 'Really?' I said, 'what gives you that impression?' 'So you weren't intentionally showing me your panties then?' He smiled again, 'If that's the kind of thing you like,' he leant closer, 'and that is all, then that's fine, but my original question still stands.' I smiled and answered huskily, 'I think my fingers taste fine, when I'm playing, but wouldn't know what anyone else thinks.' Paused, then added. 'Because no one has ever 'tasted' me.' You've never done anything like...?' 'Never had the offer of being, 'tasted' before.' I finished. He sat back, 'so apart from a little flashing,' he glanced over my legs, 'what have you done.' I shifted in my seat, turning to face him. 'Well, not discussing my sex life with a stranger in public for one.' I said, seemingly annoyed. He held up his hands, 'sorry if I misread the situation, he said, starting to back away. 'Apart from a little exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, and a little 'self-help', nothing really.' I said quickly. He stopped, 'really, so you're a...?' he left the question hanging. 'Yes, a late starter, just gaining the confidence to explore what she likes.' I filled in. 'And as for your 'taste' question, I wouldn't mind your opinion. you could help me find out if its something I like, as long as we only go as far as I'm willing.' 'Remember, this is a library; we need to be quiet and discreet; loud noises could alert a lot of people.' He smiled and nodded, 'I get you, but are you serious?' 'Serious.' I said. 'but where would we...?' He pointed to the desk, 'how about you sit there, facing the room reading', then added, 'seeing as you're an exhibitionist.' I caught the challenging tone in his voice, and without a word, walked over and sat where he'd indicated. The desk was huge and solid, with ornately carved legs; he followed, glanced around, then ducked under the desk, and I felt his hands on my knees. I was trembling, more than a little nervous, but mostly excited. His fingers felt warm and smooth, and butterflies danced in my stomach in the realisation that a handsome stranger would be the first to touch me intimately, without my controlling the where and how. He'd also be the first person to look at my most intimate parts, close up, and right here in the library, where anyone might discover us. My juices were flowing at the thought, my nipples hard against my top; it felt like every part of me was excited. 'Sit forward.' he whispered. With his guidance, I positioned myself on the edge of the chair, and as I did so, he pushed my skirt so that it was bunched right up around my waist, exposing my tiny thong. My buttocks bare on the cold leather seat. He spread my legs, his hands caressing them gently. Then I felt his lips against the inside of my thighs as he started working his way up towards the damp between my legs, using little nibbling kisses. I sat up straight, biting my lip and gripping the table edge, tummy turning in a mixture of excitement, fear and anticipation as he alternated between gentle kisses, smooth licks, then quick nibbling bites. His lips suddenly pressed against my damp panties, and I almost jumped off the seat, letting out a loud gasp. He jokingly said, 'Shhh, library.' then pressed his tongue against my pussy hard while pressing the ball of his thumb to my clit. I almost slide out of the chair and might have, but for his strong hands holding my legs. He worked his tongue against the thin material of the thong, and I hoped no one could hear my rapid, gasping breath through the library, as it sounded to myself like it was filling the whole room. His fingers moved to the leg of my panties as he tugged them aside, exposing my pussy, touching the tip of his tongue to my bare flesh for the first time. As delicious as it felt, I carefully lifted my hips, causing him to move his head so that I could slide my panties down my legs and completely off. I wanted to be naked there, between my legs, open to his gaze. As I sat, I used my fingers to spread my pussy lips, opening myself up to him, needing him to see me as no one had seen me before. As his tongue flicked across my most intimate parts, I felt his fingers on me, gently easing my own out of the way. His tongue flicked with quick, smooth, gentle licks at first. Becoming slower and firmer as my hips flexed, tilting my sex towards him, thinking I'd explode as he pressed a thumb against my clit. His tongue pushed right into me as he used it to 'fuck' my pussy while his fingers played over my sopping lips, and I realised I was about to cum, right here in the library, where anyone walking down any of the adjacent aisles of books could see me. It was the most excited I'd ever been. My legs began to tremble, which seemed to urge him on. Adding a finger to the efforts of his tongue, he pushed it deep inside me, rotating it, wiggling it back and forth, finding that special spot, causing me to push down on the desk with my palms, air hissing through my teeth. Finger and tongue working together, his thumb never stopped moving against my clit; unconsciously, I'd started moving my hips, eyes closed as I shut out the library, aware of nothing but the extreme pleasure felt between my thighs. My orgasm started with a warm tingling, a tremble in my thigh, then a hot shuddering flood of juices that caused my whole body to tense, ending with a gasp as I collapsed forward, my head resting in my hands. All the time, he lapped at me, using his tongue until I was done. As I came down, he crawled from under the desk and sat on the edge of it next to me, using what I thought was a handkerchief to dab at his lips and chin, then wipe my juice from his fingers, then noticed they were my panties. He went to hand them to me with a grin, but I shook my head and said with a smile, 'souvenir?' He returned the smile and popped them in a pocket. At that point, I would have liked to go to the toilets to clean up myself but wasn't sure if my legs would hold me up. So instead, I reached into my bag for wet wipes and tissues and did the best I could to clean myself up gently as I was still tingling, sensitive in the aftermath of orgasm. As I smoothed my skirt down over my legs, hiding away my bare pussy all I could think about was this stranger had seen it all, seen my most intimate parts and had seen and felt me cum. The thought turned me on so much that I felt like I needed to be fucked for the first time; the feeling was shocking as up until now, I'd been happy with just playing around. All these thoughts had sped around in a mere heartbeat, but the stranger must have worried I was having second thoughts about what had happened, as he asked. 'Are you Ok?' I smiled, breaking from my thoughts and answered, 'fine.' Then added, 'so, how do I taste?' 'Devine.' he answered with a laugh, 'extremely nice.' That could have been the end of the fun. I could have walked towards the door, but instead, I asked. 'So, how do you taste?' He seemed a little taken back, finally sputtering out, 'never had any complaints.' With a half laughing, half, 'what's going on' puzzled tone. 'If you've tasted me, it's only fair I taste you.' I knelt at his feet. 'Anyway, it wouldn't be nice to leave you all worked up.' I said, indicating the visible bulge in his trousers. 'You've done this before?' he asked. I shook my head no and reached for his zip. 'Are you sure you don't have to? I was happy just...' I cut him off by squeezing his bulge. 'I want to, and I want to right here.' I said. He shrugged, 'Ok, I just wanted to be sure, but let me sit at the table at least.' He sat where I had, but sideways to the desk for me to kneel between his legs. My heart was racing. I never dreamed this was what I'd be doing when I started teasing, just a half-hour or so earlier. Another first, but again in public, the sense of risk made my pussy dampen. He undid his trousers and eased them and his boxers down. As his cock sprang free, I took it in my hand and stroked the shaft. He swallowed hard as I rubbed the pre-cum all over the head with my thumb, leaned over in his lap, and began to lick at it with little flicks of my tongue. He tensed as I teased the head, his cock jerking in my hand. Sitting back on my heels, I stroked the shaft gently, fascinated by the angry-looking purple end and the clear goo oozing from it. I tasted it again by running my tongue along the thickly veined shaft, then took the whole head in my mouth and sucked gently, pleased to feel him jerk in the seat. Holding onto the base, I opened my mouth and lowered my head, feeling the slick head sliding along my tongue. Closing my lips tight, I began to bob my head slowly. He began to moan softly, and I felt his fingers resting lightly on my hair. I found I liked giving a blow job, and despite it being my first attempt, he was clearly enjoying it. Idly I wondered what my virgin neighbour would think if I were to do this for him and almost giggled at the thought. Lost in the rhythm and the nice feeling of his cock between my lips, I suddenly wondered what I'd do when he was going to cum. Would I like it if he came in my mouth? I decided if I didn't, I could pull away and finish him off with my hand, despite the mess. Besides, he did have my panties to clean himself up. Too soon, the decision was made for me. Whirling my tongue on the head while sucking hard, I ran my hand up and down the shaft with a firm grip, really enjoying working him like this. Suddenly he grabbed my head and pushed down, letting out a hiss as he pushed up with his hips; his cock convulsed a couple of times, and warm liquid spurted into my mouth. There was no warning, and he didn't say anything; he just released that first spurt straight in my mouth. Instinctively I swallowed as his cock continued to throb and pulse between my lips; I tried but couldn't keep up as more and more cum shot into my mouth, some of it dribbling between my lips and down my chin, wetting his lap, which served him right for giving me no warning. He released his grip on my head as he slowed down, but I carried on going, able to swallow the rest of it, working my lips up and down until he stopped, then finishing off by lapping the mess from his shaft. I sat back, letting his softening cock flop back in his lap. He was still getting his breath but gasped. 'Are you sure you've never done that before?' I fixed him with a stair and said, 'no, and it would have been nice to have had a choice about spitting it out.' He smiled, which was infuriating. 'But you enjoyed it, though?' It was even more infuriating that I had to answer, 'yes.' 'Yes, I enjoyed it, it was nice, you taste nice too.' I shrugged as I stood and added. 'Not that I've anything to compare it to...yet.' He laughed at that as he tucked himself away. 'Well, I must say you're a natural.' He held out a hand and started, 'I'm n....' I cut him off. 'No names, I'm just interested in fun; it spoils the mystery if I know who you are.' I gestured around. 'It's the risk, the thought of being caught and the spontaneity of it that's exciting for me; it's nicer that you're just a random stranger.' 'I'm not into having boyfriends.' He nodded, 'I understand that and you're right, it is more fun.' with a final smile, he turned to go. Suddenly the urge to be fucked for the first time from when I was smoothing my skirt down, the stranger taking the last look at my bare pussy as I covered up, came back, strong as it had before, so I added. 'I'm here next Wednesday to return these, though.' waving my books as he walked away. He turned, grinned. ' Nice to know.' and my pussy became a little damp, Outside, the cool breeze felt nice on my face, so, stepping to the side of the building, I lifted my skirt, letting it cool and dry my bare pussy. A car honked as it crawled down the small side street, and I gave the driver a little wave before turning and heading home. This day was enjoyable, and I couldn't wait to tell my aunt of my new adventure.

The Sexualization of K byCphucker© Most people probably wouldn't believe Kirsten if she told them that she never had sex before she turned eighteen. But it was true, regardless of how she might have appeared to people. Judging just by her appearance, and maybe even how she acted, a lot of people thought she was the flirty type. She honestly didn't think she was, maybe they just assumed her kind and outgoing personality meant she must be a slut. She did like to dress sexy, though she never pushed any boundaries or tried to show off her body. That body was what got to most people, seemingly every male and even some females that she saw. During her senior year, she seemed to come out of her shell and people noticed it. Rather than wearing clothes that hid her femininity, she decided to follow the trends and allow her assets to be visible and yet modest. But when you were stacked like a supermodel fitness queen, with 34D boobs and a gorgeous ass, people just assumed things. In truth, Kirsten tired of it. But she didn't want to stop appearing attractive, and in the end she knew it was a compliment. But sex was still on hold, as far as she was concerned. While her school friends were out fucking their youths away and getting knocked up and infected, she knew there was a better way to go about exploration. She wasn't immune to the normal desires, and she certainly had urges and moments of tempting arousal, but it never felt right. She wasn't sure she wanted to stay a virgin, but there was certainly no hurry to not be one. This mindset had seemed to work for a while, all throughout her high school years, until one particular afternoon. It was after the last bell had rung, and she had to go get something she had left in the locker room. It was Friday and most kids were in a hurry to get off school property. The gym was empty and the locker room was quiet, so Kirsten thought she was alone. But as she got to the lockers, she heard an unfamiliar sound that worried her. It was a muffled, moaning sound that might have been someone hurt. She had no other thought but concern when she peered around the lockers and saw two people in the corner, oblivious to her presence. It was a girl, a senior she recognized but didn't know personally, and the girl's boyfriend, also a senior. Kirsten's first shock was at seeing a boy in the girls' locker room. It took her a good two seconds to realize that the girl was quietly giving the boy head. Kirsten literally clasped her hands over her mouth, stifling the gasp that she couldn't contain. Fortunately they didn't hear her, as the girl was very involved in blowing her boyfriend, and he looked to be happily involved in the act as well. After the shock of the situation wore off, Kirsten found herself quite enthralled by it. She had never seen a blowjob before, though she certainly knew what was involved. She had never looked at pornography, never watched a spicy movie on late night cable, and certainly had never walked in on someone doing it. This was truly a first for her, and she couldn't tear herself away. She couldn't see anything in detail, but what she did find appealing was the reaction of the boy. His face mirrored the extreme pleasure he was receiving, and it was a look Kirsten had never seen on a boy's face before. He looked so happy, even the furrowing of his brow and the grimacing, which might have otherwise been from pain or discomfort, seemed to show just how happy his girlfriend was making him. Kirsten had never thought about this aspect of sex before. She knew from her friends that boys were completely obsessed with sex, and wanted it all the time and thought about it constantly. But she had never stopped to think of the reasons behind their apparent need and desire for sex. It truly made them happy, like a drug that made them forget all about their troubles. Maybe it was even as addicting as a drug, if it was good enough, Kirsten supposed. This girl, whom Kirsten would have to meet at a later time, seemed to be exceptionally good at it. She could hear the quiet slurping sounds, the wet friction that must feel incredible on this young man's penis. Though she was a virgin, Kirsten was no prude. She never shyed away from the topic of sex, and in fact was very curious about it. The young man was beginning to fidget, getting close to his orgasm. Kirsten watched intently from her hidden place behind the lockers, eagerly hoping to see some kind of evidence of his orgasm. She had to admit, she found herself wanting to see his penis, and his sperm, or any part of him. When he tensed up and the girl's head was firmly lodged in his lap, she knew she was out of luck. Still, Kirsten's panties were beginning to stick to her. The girl moaned appreciatively, something that interested Kirsten, who had always assumed that blowjobs weren't pleasurable at all to women. But this girl seemed very enthralled at the reaction she had achieved from her boyfriend. His eyes were clenched shut, and his hand was holding her head softly but firmly in place, while he spewed his cum into her throat. He seemed to continue his contractions and ejaculations for an entire minute, and the girl stayed with him the entire time, perhaps not even taking a breath as she sucked on him. Finally, she breathed and let him out of her mouth. She was as reluctant as he was to withdraw. Kirsten could see just a bit of cum on her lips, and his penis finally came into view. Kirsten's mouth watered at what she saw, the thick shaft with veins and a beautiful engorged head, hair peeking out from his underwear. Drops of cum leaked from the tip, and she felt drawn to the sight of it. She had never felt that reaction before. "How was it?" the girl asked, gazing up with glazed eyes at the face of her lover. "Great!" he exclaimed, sighed deeply. "Better than I ever had." The girl smiled brightly, and even resumed sucking on him. "God damn," he said, laughing. "You are such a slut." Kirsten didn't like the name he called the girl, but the girl didn't seem to mind. "Don't tell Carla, ok?" he said after a few seconds. "I won't, don't worry." The girl finished cleaning him up and stood. Kirsten quickly ran out of the locker room, hopefully not making any sounds on her way out. She was suddenly fearful of being caught, though she hadn't been before. As she jogged out of the gym and into the halls, she could feel her underwear clinging to her crotch. She had never felt this aroused before. Even the rare times that she masturbated, she had never been this wet. After arriving home, she hurried to her room and shut the door. No one was home, to her knowledge, but she felt a strange need to be isolated, as if she was guilty because of what she had witnessed earlier. Was it wrong to spy on them like that? Of course, if anyone was wrong here, it should be the two people having sex in the locker room. Still, Kirsten couldn't deny the way it had made her feel. Her pussy still tingled with arousal, and this felt like one of those rare times when she would need to take care of herself. She knew that for a virgin her age, she probably masturbated very little. It didn't make her feel bad, though the naughty feeling she got when she succumbed to her arousal made it that much more exciting. She had never been taught that it was bad, and she suspected that everyone did it at some point in their lives. Some people did it their entire lives. But sex was just not something she had on her mind frequently. Now, of course, that might change. She could feel her body longing to make a man feel the way she saw the young man had felt in the locker room. Her pussy seemed to throb at the thought of her performing the sexual act, rather than that girl. Stripping her clothes off, Kirsten sat naked on her bed, her wet panties thrown into her hamper. She glanced to the laptop her parents had bought her, and wondered if she should finally indulge in pornography, now that she knew how exciting it was to watch people have sex. She honestly wouldn't know where to start anyway, so she decided against it for now. She just really needed some attention from herself. Slowly and carefully, as always, Kirsten began to trace her fingers up and down her body, grazing her fingertips along her stomach and chest. She found her orgasms were most satisfying if she worked herself up first. She touched her nipples, which might have been large on a smaller pair of breasts. She thought they complimented hers very nicely. She couldn't fit her entire tits into her hands when she squeezed them, which she felt flattered by. She laid down on her bed, her long hair falling all around her. She wondered what a man would think of seeing her naked, whether he would find her more attractive than other girls. She was not arrogant, but she knew she was a knockout. Her lithe figure was nicely offset with generous curves that might have only come from being overweight, if she wasn't so fit and athletic. She knew she was lucky to have such a nice figure, and often wondered what her ass looked like. She could tell from the mirror that it was nicely rounded and tight, but she could never seem to get a good look at it. Her hands found their way lower, until they stopped at her crotch. She loved when her fingers felt their way down her taut belly until she felt the beginning of her pubic hair. Her fingers couldn't do much more than run through it, since she kept it trimmed so close. She felt the smooth edges of her patch, where she had just shaved this morning. Maybe that was what contributed to her arousal, since shaving always made her just a little wet. She wondered if all girls who shaved their pussies enjoyed it as much as she did. Finally, after an agonizing two minutes of gentle finger exploring, Kirsten allowed herself to touch her private area, her moist pussy lips and engorged clit. She sucked in a breath as she flicked at it, rubbing it in small tight circles, every few seconds dipping her fingertip into her vagina and touching her g spot. Her eyes rolled back into her head when she would do this, pressing on that wonderful spot that built up fluid in her urethra. If she pressed on it enough, she would squirt when she came. That felt so good, she hoped this would be one of those times. Pressing and pressing on that spot until she couldn't take it anymore, she resumed the small tight circles on her clit, moving her whole mound around with her fingers in a constant motion. Her muscles clenched involuntarily, her vagina responding to the clitoral stimulation instantly. She allowed herself to moan fairly loudly as she felt the tension building in here core, her incredibly slimy pussy ready to release itself into orgasmic bliss. She would only have to speed up a bit to make it happen, but she never did. She always held off, letting the climax build and build until she was almost crying, needing relief so badly that she would just clench her ass once, as hard as she could, and the stars would explode all around her. She was almost to that point, her face grimaced in pure pleasure as her hand worked, growing tired and exhausted but never relenting in its duty. Her arm burned, but she didn't even notice it as she felt her vagina throbbing and aching, needing to release the tension she was inflicting upon it. Kirsten cried out finally, completely unknowingly, and she clenched her ass tightly, tightening the muscles that would in turn convulse in their exquisite reaction. Her pussy seemed to push outward just then, contracting and squeezing. She imagined if there was a penis inside of there, it would be unimaginably pleasurable for it. Sex was such a beautiful thing... Beyond the release she was experiencing as her orgasm rolled through her in massive waves, she felt an extra pulse of hot pleasure as a stream of clear liquid spurted from her hole in three separate ejaculations. She had never experienced more than one before, but she was too engaged in her climax to really give thought to it. She just knew it felt amazing right now, nearly doubling the effects of her orgasm. When it was all over and she was panting and sweating, the feeling of euphoria was overwhelming, and she just melted into her bed. For a few seconds, she thought she blacked out, but when she came to she felt like she was riding on a cloud. "Wow!" she heard herself say. "I'll say," came a response. Kirsten's eyes shot open, and she was too startled to even look over at her door. Was someone really standing there? She would just die... "I thought I heard you moaning," the voice continued. "Sorry to have invaded your privacy." Not even commposed enough to cover herself, she just turned her head to see who was there, though the voice would have been enough if she had been more alert. It was her brother, Jason. "Dear god," Kirsten said, rolling over in an attempt to cover herself, but really just exposing her ass to him. "Nice ass," Jason said. Why is he still there? Kirsten thought. She was so embarrassed, but at least it was better than her parents seeing her like this. "Get the fuck out!" Kirsten said, rather weakly though. For some reason, she wasn't entirely shocked and appalled that her brother was seeing her naked. Kirsten and Jason were especially close siblings, though. Not close in a sexual way, but all throughout school they had been best friends. Jason was a hunky enough guy, but apparently just a bit too nerdy to be popular. Actually, Kirsten always felt that girls didn't know what they were missing, because he was such a great guy. And good looking too, athletic just like her, and really funny. Maybe that was why she didn't bother to pretend that she hadn't been doing what she had been doing. Besides, she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong. "Hey, you never swear at me," Jason said, pretending to be offended. "You never see me naked, either," Kirsten countered. "Not true," he said, and made to leave. "Wait, what?!" Kirsten said, stopping him just as he was about to close the door. He smiled, knowing she would respond like that. "I'm just saying, I've seen you naked before." Kirsten sat up, forgetting for a moment that her especially marvelous tits were openly displayed. She looked past him down the hallway where their bedrooms were. "Are Mom and Dad home?" she asked. He shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm the only one who got to see the show." Kirsten frowned and threw her pillow at him, leaving her less to cover up with. "I bet you liked what you saw," she joked, standing up and walking unashamed toward her dresser. Jason smiled. "In a strange, illegal way. Yes, I did enjoy it." Kirsten just rolled her eyes. "Seriously, when have you seen me naked?" "We share a bathroom, stupes." He always joked around with her like that, but oddly she felt attached to him when he called her funny names. "I don't always wait for you to finish up in the shower. Otherwise I'd be late everyday." Kirsten threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, forgetting her panties but just wanting to cover herself up. "Well I can honestly say I've never seen you naked. And I'm not in a hurry to." Jason took the blow to his ego in stride, though it got to him even though this was his sister. "That's just because you don't know what you're missing." He walked off, and for a moment Kirsten wondered if his feelings were hurt. She would have to talk to him more later, and make sure he wasn't hurt. It wasn't that she didn't know he was attractive, but she supposed since he didn't get many girls, he might not know that. For some reason, just then the picture of the boy's face in the locker room flashed into her head. A strange pitiful feeling came to her just then, and she wondered if her brother had ever received the kind of pleasure that boy had this afternoon. Surely every guy deserved to feel that once in a while. Her brother was 19 now, out of school this year before starting college. He never went out on dates. Was there something Kirsten could do to help him out? She supposed that most nerdy guys probably never got the chance to get a really great blowjob, or maybe even a really good fuck. They were as inexperienced as Kirsten herself. But still, she could probably get laid any time she wanted. She couldn't say that for the less popular guys. Unpopular girls could always get laid too, if they just put out. But guys especially seemed to really need the sexual release. Was she just having an empathetic moment? Why would she concern herself with this? Kirsten had always had a soft spot for nerdy guys, maybe because of Jason. He was definitely the sweetest, "coolest" nerdy guy she had ever known. Sometimes she fantasized about letting groups of men have at her body, letting them use her and get off. It was just a fantasy, and one she would probably never live out. She didn't consider such a practice to be safe or even reasonable. But still, it did arouse her to think of multiple men using her. She would have to lose her virginity first, though. She had to get experienced in sex first before she could really start having fun. She made the decision then, at that moment, that she would lose her virginity and help out the less fortunate guys who deserved to have sexual experiences. Not in large groups, of course. But surely her very nice body could be a dream come true for a cute, sweet little nerd who would absolutely adore her for life. No other hot girl would ever do such a thing, they were too busy screwing around with guys that would never respect them or adore them. And besides, some of those nerds were cute. That night, after dinner when her and Jason were watching television in the den, Kirsten wanted to somehow bring up the subject. Her best friend, and close brother, would surely have some insight into men that she could use. "So, I've been thinking about losing my virginity," she blurted out. Jason's eyes widened, but he didn't look at her. "What? Why?" Kirsten shrugged. "Not for any reason you'd understand, probably. It's a charity thing." Jason frowned. "Charity? You think you're a charity case?" "No, I just want to help out people. People who are less fortunate." He finally turned to her. "What the hell are you talking about? How does losing your virginity help out those less fortunate?" "Be quiet!" Kirsten said, hoping her parents wouldn't hear. "Are you still a virgin?" Jason scoffed. "Hardly. You know that." "I know that you've never fucked a girl." He couldn't lie to her. "Maybe. Doesn't mean I haven't done anything, though." "Yeah, but, you'd jump at the chance, right?" "What are you getting at? Just tell me." She sighed. "I walked in on a blowjob in the locker room." Jason's eyes widened again. "Really. Who?" "I don't know, but I saw the guy cum in her mouth, and his face, and the way it made him feel..." "Yeah, that's generally what happens during a blowjob. The guy cums." "I bet you never came the way this guy did. He was in total heaven, beyond any orgasm he ever had before. I could see it." "Damn, you sure you don't know who the girl was?" he joked. "Come on, it's hard enough talking to you about this." "Ok, ok. Go on." His attention was directed entirely at her now. "It was just something that I think every guy deserves. Take you for example. You're a great guy, and you deserve a hot girl way more than some stupid jock. So why shouldn't you be getting head that good? Have you ever thought about that?" "Every time I jack off," he laughed. "But it's just the way things work. No big deal." Kirsten looked him dead in the eye. "You tell me right now that you wouldn't give your left nut to have a hot girl suck your dick, and let you cum down her throat and make you see stars. Go on, tell me." "Yeah, I want that, but what's your point?" Kirsten just looked at him for a moment. "I want to do that for the guys who won't get it anywhere else." "You're a virgin, and you suddenly want to become a total slut?" Kirsten punched him hard in the arm. "Fuck off, Jason. That is not what I was saying." Jason winced, rubbing his arm. "Fine, I just don't understand. What do you want from me? Go out and fuck yourself silly if you really want." "I...don't know how. I need to know what guys really want, even what they're afraid to tell girls they want. The only way this will work, and they won't go telling everyone that I am a slut, is if I really am that good and I can make them see stars. Then they'll keep their mouths shut and want to keep coming back to me." "Interesting." Jason didn't know what to say. "I don't know how to help you, though. You need a guy that you can practice on, I guess." For a split second, their eyes locked and there was a mutual exchange of a silent idea, one that was too shocking and taboo to vocalize. Jason was the first to break the awkward moment by chuckling. Kirsten averted her eyes, embarrassed. "You will have a hard time finding a guy who won't squeal on you," he said. "Besides, how are you gonna be safe?" "I'll have a rule that they can't cum inside me." The blatant, unhesitant response caught Jason off guard. "I see." "Sorry if this is uncomfortable, but I can't talk to anyone else about this." Kirsten fidgeted nervously. "So, will you help me?" "I still don't know how I could." "Come on, are you really that dense?" Kirsten eyed him pleadingly. "It's not like you won't benefit." "You mean...?" He couldn't even say the words. "You? And me?" Kirsten nodded, hoping he wouldn't freak out and tell on her. "I have to be good at it right away, otherwise it won't work." Jason's mouth just hung open. He was having trouble processing the thought. "We'll just do blowjobs for now, that's all I want to do at first anyway. If it works out, I'll start fucking later." "You're are totally insane," he finally said, still nearly catotonic at the thought of having sex with his sister. Kirsten glanced upstairs to make sure no one was around, then she figured she'd seal the deal by flashing Jason. She lifted up her t-shirt and showed him her 34D's. He had already seen them, of course, but maybe it would still help. "You're a virgin too," Kirsten said, "and you're telling me that you don't want to have total access to my body?" He swallowed, his eyes locked on her tits. "I'm offering to practice sucking dick on your dick, idiot. Practice, meaning repeatedly, many times, frequently. Are you really gonna say no to that?" Jason finally looked up from her tits, painfully tearing his vision away from their beauty, and his eyes met hers. "I don't know what to say. I honestly can't say I don't want that, but I'm afraid." Kirsten's face showed her loving concern. "Don't be. I'm doing this to help guys like you. It's not personal, if that can even make sense in this situation. But I do love you, and we are best friends. It's just sucking dick. I want to do it, and you want yours sucked. Just keep it a secret." Jason kept thinking about it, and had to adjust his shorts to keep his erection hidden. Kirsten smiled, and took that as a good sign. He wasn't appalled at the thought. That was promising. "I really don't know what to say." Kirsten pulled her shirt back down. "Don't answer right now then. I'm going to go up to my room. If you want to do it, then join me any time tonight. If you don't, then I'll know you don't want to, and I'll never bring it up again." Jason just nodded, and stared at her. Kirsten smiled back, and left him in the den. Up in her room, she stripped down to her panties and sports bra, and just laid in bed for what seemed like forever. She thought about everything she knew about sex, which was very little, and tried to relive the blowjob experience from the locker room. She wanted to imitate exactly what that girl had done to bring about that wonderful expression on the guy's face. The thought of being a sort of sexual Mother Teresa was such a strange concept, but for some reason Kirsten really believed that she could be good at it. Maybe it was just a slutty thing to do, or something she would regret later. But she felt like she had stayed a virgin long enough to have earned this. After thinking it over and over, and admittedly getting more and more aroused by the thought, she had almost forgotten about Jason. A small, barely audible tap on her door startled her, and made her flustered. "Uh, come in," she whispered. He probably couldn't even hear her, but he opened the door anyway. He closed the door behind him, and stood there waiting. "Well?" Kirsten said. "I have some rules," was his only response. Kirsten sat up and motioned for him to come closer. "Sit next to me." He seemed reluctant, but he complied. He sat on her bed, their knees touching. He cleared his throat. "There's no way we can do this, and not be sexual about it. I mean, it's sex. It just is." Kirsten didn't know what he meant. "It's gonna be totally weird if I try and hold back, or if you hold back. We have to just let outselves go a bit, and even if we do something we're embarrassed to have the other person see, we have to just do it. So my first rule is that there is no holding back because we're brother and sister. We have to be totally open and honest, and we shouldn't criticize the other or look down on them for their...preferences." "...Ok." Kirsten was still a bit clueless, but she didn't feel like that would be a problem. "My second rule is that we have to come to some kind of agreement about how often we do this stuff. I'm not gonna be selfish or demanding, but I think that if you really want the practice, you should expect to do it fairly regularly." "That is totally not an issue even," Kirsten said. "I want to do it regularly, that is the whole point. I want to get as good as I can get." "Ok, well then the third rule is that you absolutely cannot tell anyone that I am in any way involved in this. I don't know about it, I am totally clueless about what you're doing. Got it?" Kirsten nodded. "I wouldn't tell anyone, Jason." "Do you have any rules?" Kirsten had to suppress a smile. He was stalling. "Well, I do kinda want access to you often. So, should we have a schedule, or would you rather we each come to the other when we want...it?" Jason's shorts were tenting so bad by this point, Kirsten had to force herself not to look. She convinced herself that she would get to see it as much as she wanted, so she didn't need to see it right this second. Still, her panties were creaming up nicely by this point. Jason thought for a moment, or at least was silent for a moment. "Well, I guess we should decide if this is gonna take the place of me masturbating." Kirsten was a bit surprised, as she had never really imagined him doing that. She would be stupid to think he didn't though. And he was right, this would probably take the place of him taking care of his own needs. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to perform. "I just assumed it would, I guess," she answered. Jason blushed. "That means twice a day, then." Kirsten's eyes widened, and she almost laughed. She didn't want to embarrass him, but she was honestly surprised that he did it so often. Still, often was a good thing if she wanted the practice. "Not a problem," she assured him, even touching his arm gently. The contact seemed to raise the tension between them, but Jason didn't pull away. "This first time is gonna be quick, just to warn you." "Really?" she said, inwardly thrilled to create such a response in him. "You can tell?" He nodded. "And you have to realize that I'm not stupid, and I know how hot you are. That makes me that much hornier." "That is pretty exciting," she breathed. "I'm not gonna be very good at first. I'm sorry if it's not that good for you." Jason touched her leg, his hand warm on her thigh. "It will be fine, I'm sure." Kirsten just stared at him for a while, their eyes locked together and neither moving. His hand on her leg tightened, squeezing her perhaps without thinking. He was getting horny, Kirsten could tell. She finally looked down at his boxers, which betrayed a very nice erection. "Let's start, ok?" she said, without looking up at him. "Ok." He stood and hooked his thumbs into his waistband. "Um, do you want me to do anything in particular?" Kirsten licked her lips. "Like what? I don't know what to do if you don't." Jason was getting embarrassed, but he quickly pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang free. "I'll tell you what feels good, and what a guy would typically like, ok?" he said. Kirsten wasn't listening. Her eyes were glued onto her brother's penis, and she was genuinely shocked. It was much bigger than she had expected, and although she wasn't sure what she thought it would look like, she knew that the real thing was way better than her imagination had conjured up. Jason's cock was beautiful, Kirsten wasn't good at estimating its length in inches since she had never done that before, but it was longer than her foot, and she figured she would barely get her hand around it. He was incredibly nervous, but still very, very hard. A single drop of precum glistened at the tip of the head, a very nice mushroom shape that was just a bit smaller than the actual girth of his shaft at its widest. He was circumcised, not that she would have known, and there were veins running up the length. She was fascinated by it, noticing how it was widest at the very middle and was so big and long that it wasn't perfectly straight. It dipped downward just a bit, and she thought that made it look really sexy, like it was too big for itself. It twitched, making her smile. "Wow, that is awesome," she whispered. She reached for it, but hesitantly drew her hand back. "Can I?" Jason nodded, looking down at her as she reached for it. She traced her fingers down his happy trail and snaked her way into his pubic hair, her fingers finding the beginning of his shaft. He gasped as she wrapped her hand around it, squeezing it gently. It was the first time she had ever touched a penis, and the thought of it belonging to her brother was truthfully thrilling. Kirsten's pussy throbbed and literally ached with pain, she was so aroused. Holding this wonderful, massive thing was such a turn on. She wanted to put it in her mouth so badly, but knew that she should make the most of her first blowjob. Still, she found herself rubbing her wet mound into the bed beneath her. Jason took notice. "If I wasn't going to cum so soon," he breathed as she fondled him, "I'd tell you to go ahead and play with yourself. Guys will love that. But I don't think I could hold out if you did." Kirsten looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "You know, even if you cum, I can keep going. I don't have to stop, and you can still teach me." Jason seriously had to hold back his orgasm at that point, thinking about his sister nursing on his dick even after he came. He put his hand around her wrist. "This is gonna be quick," he warned again. He seemed worried that this would disappoint her. "Where do guys like to cum?" she asked, ignoring his warning. "In a girl's mouth? Or on her somewhere?" Jason swallowed, feeling her continue to stroke him. "Depends. If you're not somewhere private, in the mouth is the best, just cuz it can be easily hidden. But in private, the face or tits." Kirsten shivered at the image of a guy cumming on her face, or her big breasts. She let go of his cock long enough to yank her sports bra off, and reached for him again. Seeing his sister's tits must have been pretty exciting, because Jason groaned heavily and his face showed that he was desperately trying not to cum. Kirsten didn't like what she saw, how hard he was tryin not to experience something great. This wasn't what she wanted, it was the opposite. "Jason," she said softly. He looked down at her, knowing what was impending if he looked into those big beautiful eyes of hers. She met his gaze and continued to touch him. "Don't hold back," she said. "It's ok." Jason was lost at that point, and when Kirsten felt his dick pulse and expand just a bit, she knew he was cumming. The excitement was too much for her also, and she felt her pussy moistening intensely, soaking through her panties. She held his dick tightly and aimed his cock head at her boobs, eagerly watching her brother's awesome dick as it began to fire sperm all over her. "Oh god!" Jason said, a bit too loudly. He couldn't help it. Kirsten didn't say anything, and didn't make a sound as she watched his cum begin to shoot out. His dick twitched with each ejaculation, and a thick stream of white shot across her tits, painting a line of her chest with cum. Another line shot out, thick and warm, and another, until her breasts were dripping with his fluid. She didn't even realize until he stopped spurting that she had been climaxing with him, her pussy leaking a small but steady stream of thick cum and squirt. It felt like she was peeing, and it intensified her orgasm. Jason must have seen it happen too, because he twitched one last time and a final powerful spurt glanced off her chin and splashed across her neck. Kirsten's hand instinctively mashed into her pussy mound and she feverishly rubbed at herself as the squirt continued to pour out of her. When she found her clit, the squirt became a powerful jet of clear, musky fluid that made the room smell like sex. She cried out softly, still holding onto his dick for dear life. The feel of his warm cum dripping down her hand and arm and chest and stomach was too much to bear, and she had to let go of him as she collapsed onto the bed. They were both breathing heavy, but Kirsten was nearly out of breath and feeling dehydrated. She had never squirted that much before, and she liked how it felt. She felt Jason's sperm on her skin, and rubbed it around, not anticipating the sticky, coagulating texture of it. "That was amazing!" Jason said finally. "And I thought this morning was hot..." Kirsten smiled, and glanced up at him with a tired expression. "You seeing me masturbate was not part of our arrangement." Jason sat on the bed, taking in the sight of her topless and totally sexy. "It should be." She propped herself up on her elbows, not so inadvertantly making her tits stick out. She enjoyed the attention she was receiving from him. "I didn't even suck on you." Jason only smiled. "You still can." "And you're going to instruct me?" she asked. "Tell me what to do, and what you like?" "Yep." Jason nodded, leaning back and exposing his penis in full view. It was still hard, and his cum glistened on the head. Kirsten felt a sudden urge to jump on top of him and let him sink his dick into her tight pussy. But that was definitely not part of the deal. At least, not yet. "Don't hold back," Kirsten said, crawling forward until she was between his legs. "Even if you think it's gross or something, if you want me to do it, then tell me. My plan is to be the best and to make them cum the hardest." Jason raised an eyebrow. "And you know that might involve the ass, right?" Kirsten nodded. "I'm prepared for it, if they are." Jason smiled and closed his eyes. "I think I'm gonna like this arrangement." Kirsten rolled her eyes. "Stop fucking around and show me how to suck your dick." "Ok then!" The Sexualization of K Ch. 02 All that could be heard from Kirsten's room was the wet sounds of flesh mingling. Sucking and slurping, with very little moaning or groaning. In fact, Kirsten was beginning to think her brother Jason wasn't enjoying his blowjob. He lay paralyzed, his hands clutching the sheets and every once in a while a sigh escaping his mouth. Was she really that bad at it? Finally, she couldn't stand to think that he wasn't enjoying what she was doing, and she withdrew her mouth from his cock. "Jason, what's wrong?" she asked, a bit frustrated. Jason's eyes were clenched shut, and he opened them in surprise when she stopped sucking him. "Huh?" was all he replied. "Doesn't this feel good? You're supposed to be instructing me, and you haven't said a word." Truth be told, Jason had just cum not a few minutes ago. He had thought that would be enough of a damper on his arousal that they could take their time and really work at making Kirsten the best at what she was doing. But in all honesty, Jason had to keep his eyes closed and think about something else for fear or shooting off again. He was embarrassed that he appeared so inexperienced, but she was just so fucking good at sucking him off! "Sorry, it just feels too good." Kirsten's eyes widened at his eventual response, and realized that this was a good thing. She was good at blowjobs! "Oh god, I thought maybe I was hurting you or something," she said, and spread her saliva over his shaft while she jerked him. Jason winced as even her hand squeezing his cock felt amazing. It must be the incest factor, the thought that he was doing something so naughty with his own sister. He had never had this problem before. "I really wish you'd just enjoy it," Kirsten said, playfully licking at his penis. "And it's not really helping unless you tell me what to do." "You're a natural," Jason said, propping himself up on his elbows. That seemed to help, until he looked down at the sight of his gorgeous sister playing with his dick. "If you need to cum, then just do it already!" Kirsten said, lightly caressing his balls while her tongue played at his head. "Let's practice a facial," he said, barely able to say the words as he felt his loins begin to stir. He sprang to his knees on her bed, and aimed his dick at her face. Kirsten played along and didn't budge, eager to know what it felt like to have a guy cum on her face. She wanted to experience it all. Jason groaned out loud finally, and sperm began to shoot out of his massively hard penis. Kirsten clenched her eyes shut and jumped just a little as she felt a warm blast of cum bounce off her cheek and land on her knee. More blasts followed, jumping across her nose and forehead, leaving a sticky white smear wherever sperm had touched her. She loved how warm it felt, but the sticky feeling would require some getting used to. Still, her already soaked panties were intensely creamed right now. "Wow, you look fucking awesome!" Jason exclaimed, holding his dripping penis in his hand. Kirsten wiped a bit away from her eyes, and smiled brightly up at him. "I must be pretty good then, huh? This is going to work out great!" Jason collapsed back onto her bed, not caring how sweaty he was. "I still don't understand why you want to do this." Kirsten shrugged. "I don't know exactly, but this only makes me want to even more. Being good at something makes you wanna do it, I suppose." "Yeah, but you're going to be doing this a lot, if you really plan to suck off all the nerds at school. And you're gonna keep doing it, right? Like, not just once?" Kirsten thought for a moment. "I guess I'll keep doing it until they get someone else to do it for them. The whole point is to improve their confidence and make them feel better. And give them the pleasure that shouldn't be denied to anyone just because they don't have a girlfriend." "Where were you five years ago?" Jason laughed, his deflating penis resting on his stomach. "I could've used you back then." She just smiled. "I was always right here, I guess I just didn't realize how I felt about sex. Honestly, I would totally suck off younger guys too, but it's illegal, and I don't wanna get in trouble. I think it's a shame that more experienced women can't help out the younger guys with their needs." Jason's cock sprang back to life as he thought about what she said. Yeah, she was eighteen and if she even touched a guy younger than her, she could be in serious trouble. But it didn't seem fair. Oh well... "I need a shower," Kirsten said, peeling off her sticky panties while her brother eyed her. "You have an amazing body," he said, openly staring at her curves. "I am blessed, I guess." She just smiled and left him laying on her bed. ********** Before school the next day, early in the morning while their parents slept, Kirsten snuck into Jason's room and gently woke him up. "What do you want?" he objected sleepily, not realizing why she was there. "To suck your dick, silly," she replied. He was wide awake after a few seconds, and realized she was wearing her pajamas still. Her really sexy, really revealing pajamas. And his morning wood could not be denied. "But I want instruction this time," she said, reaching beneath his blankets and gently grabbing hold of his penis. "No excuses." "Why don't you practice deepthroating?" Jason said, throwing the blankets off of himself. "The sooner, the better." "Ok," she said, and climbed onto his bed. When she leaned down and took him into her mouth, he could see her tits under her loose top. "Wait," he said. She reluctantly stopped sucking. "It's better if I sit up, and you kneel down in front of me. I can see better, and the guy will like that." She nodded, and obeyed. Jason scooted to the edge of his bed, and Kirsten was waiting for him on the floor. She put her head between his thighs and without even touching his dick, enclosed her lips around it. He moaned appreciatively, feeling that he had been drained yesterday enough that he could actually last a while this time. "That's good," he said, keeping his voice calm and serious. "Put most of your tongue's pressure on the underside of my dick. Right beneath the head...yes, that's it...god that feels good. Not too hard, just gently and carefully. You're really good at keeping your teeth away, that's really good. Ok, now try to take me as deep as you can without gagging." Kirsten held her breath, and slid her brother's penis to the back of her throat. She had learned a trick from overhearing some girls at school talk, where you could squeeze her thumb under your fingers for a few seconds, and your gag reflex went away. She had never believed it until she tried it, but it actually worked for a little while. Maybe it was a pressure point thing, or just a total mental psych. But when she did it right now, she found that she could take almost the entire shaft to the back of her throat, and even a little more like she was swallowing it. "Holy shit!" she heard Jason exclaim. She felt balls hit her chin, and stopped there. She still had to breathe, after all. And the trick wasn't totally keeping her from gagging. Still, once she relaxed and got used to the feeling of penis deep in her mouth, she rather enjoyed it. She knew it gave Jason a lot of pleasure, especially when her swallowing reflex danced around his head. When she drew back, she could taste precum on his head. She would definitely have to master that particular art. "How am I doing?" she asked, looking up to see his face grimaced with intense sexual pleasure. "Great," he grunted. She smiled, and began to lightly suck on him, working now to make him cum. She figured that if she was going to suck off multiple guys, then speed was a bit of a factor. Not that she wanted to hurry them or make it seem rushed, but she didn't want them to drag it out either. Slowly, and gently, she nursed on his penis, kissing it and sucking and licking all over. She softly held his nutsack and even grazed her fingers underneath to his taint, a place she knew guys really liked to be touched. She had even heard that sticking a finger up the guy's ass would make him cum faster, but she would save that for another time. "Keep going, just like that." Jason was breathing heavy now. "Oh god, here it cums!" Instinctively, Kirsten kept his penis in her mouth and continued sucking on it, flicking her tongue back and forth on his sensitive spot just under the head. He saw stars as his cum shot into the back of her throat, endlessly firing off blasts of sweet sticky sperm for her to taste and feel. It felt so good, just letting it all go in his sister's mouth. Her fingers below his balls and her tongue under his head were just right, giving him the greatest orgasm he had ever had. When he could finally breathe again, Kirsten was still sucking on him, moaning just a bit as she tasted his cum and felt her pussy tingling. She would have to get herself off right after. "Oh god, Kirsten," Jason sighed, his breathing going from heavy to ragged. "You have no idea how amazing that was!" She had an idea, mostly fueled by her increasing arousal. "Wanna return the favor?" Jason just looked at her, weighing the factors. She smiled up at him. "We can work it into the deal, but only if you want to." Without saying anything, he pulled her onto the bed and sat her down where he had been sitting, and kneeled down to take her place. Kirsten's pussy throbbed as he pulled on her panties and spread her legs. "I would love to eat your pussy," he finally said. Leaning back and giving him full access to her private parts, Kirsten lovingly ruffled his hair and watched as his mouth lowered onto her wet mound. She groaned as she felt his slick tongue separate her pussy lips and give her a firm licking. After one swipe with his tongue, Jason realized how good she tasted. "You shave your pussy," he said, genuinely surprised. "Not many virgins do that." Kirsten blushed. "That's good, right?" Jason nodded enthusiastically, and resumed sucking on her clit. She writhed and twitched as he gave her face, bringing so many wonderful sensations across her body for the first time. She started making whining noises, and tried to stifle herself since it was still early and she didn't want to wake their parents. "I'm going to cum," she warned, and gripped his head tightly against her crotch. "Already?" Jason somehow said, muffled through her pussy mashed against his face. Kirsten's mouth opened and she softly cried out as her climax began to build and finally release into her brother's mouth. She thrust her hips upward, humping at his face while her pussy convulsed and squeezed at some imaginary cock. Her fluid began to seep out, which Jason deftly lapped up. "You taste so sweet!" he said, surprised again. "Is it ok if I keep tasting you?" Kirsten was almost blissfully unaware of his question. She felt like she was floating on a cloud, so Jason took this as a sign to resume. Except that he was a typical boy, and wanted to go further and conquest new territory. His licking went further down and snaked just beneath her vagina, gauging her reaction before he continued and his tongue found her gorgeous pink sphincter. Kirsten's eyes shot open, but she didn't pull away from him. She lifted her head and looked down at him, but once the sensation of his tongue on her asshole began to feel good, she groaned and laid back. It was so naughty for him to be doing that, so dirty. But so was having sex with your brother, Kirsten supposed. "I never thought that could feel good," she said, really starting to enjoy it. "I've never done it before, but I always wanted to." Jason was surprised that it didn't taste bad, not even a little. It didn't really taste like anything, not musky or sour or anything he had prepared himself for. He loved feeling her tight little hole resisting his tongue when he went to penetrate her. His tongue finally did get past her tight muscles and the tip slipped into her ass. Something brushed against his nose, and he saw that Kirsten was masturbating herself while he licked her ass. "Please tell me you like this," he breathed, very excited at what they were doing. "Yesss..." Kirsten could barely talk, she was so excited. Jason kept licking at her asshole, massaging it and circling it with his tongue. Kirsten yelped a bit, thrusting her hips and squeezing her butt so tight that his face was squeezed between her thighs. Still, he could tell that she was cumming really good. She seemed to cum as fast as he did. "It's so dirty," Kirsten whispered, still in the throes of orgasm. She was starting to get freaky, Jason could tell. He never imagined his sister could be so sexual. He got brave, and figured maybe this was as good a time as any to take advantage of the situation. Kirsten barely noticed when he stood and moved between her legs, his cock positioned right at her pussy. She didn't know what he was doing until she felt his cock head touch her pussy. She started to object, but rather than try to fuck her pussy like she thought he was doing, he moved his cock down to her asshole and pushed at it. "This isn't really sex, you know," he said, obviously justifying his unwholesome desires. Kirsten just groaned as she felt him touch his penis to her butt. Could they really do this? Was this part of her plan at all? Still, she couldn't believe how excited this made her. She could let her brother fuck her ass and still maintain her virginity. She was fine with sucking dick, and anal wouldn't be that much different. In fact, she might like it better than just oral. "I won't promise that this will happen more than once," she said, still rubbing her pussy. Jason took that as permission, and ignored her weak warning. He spit heavily on his cock, and pressed it once more against her asshole. Accepting her brother into her body, Kirsten forced herself to give in, and her ass opened up for him. Jason grunted as he felt his dick slide into the hottest, tightest hole he could ever imagine. Like his sister, he was technically a virgin. Kirsten sighed deeply as he stopped about halfway into her ass, letting her get used to his size. His saliva wasn't the best lube for this activity, but this wouldn't last too long anyway. "Fuck me," Kirsten said, still masturbating furiously as her brother's cock filled her ass wonderfully. She loved the full feeling of his cock deep in her butt. "You are insanely hot, you know that?" he asked, withdrawing his penis a bit and then stuffing it back into her deeper than before. She cried out in pleasure, her climax already overtaking her while he began to vigorously stuff her butthole. He didn't want to chance looking down at the action, for fear that he would let loose too soon. But he couldn't deny his excitement, and finally looked down at his thick meat stuffed tightly into his sister's cute little ass. "Will you pull out and cum on me?" Kirsten said, her eyes pleading with him in her orgasmic haze. "God yes!" Jason pulled back and freed his cock from her tight passage, barely in enough time to begin erupting in thick splashes of white across his sister's stomach and chest. He spurted heavy streams of sperm all over her body, finally dribbling onto her little virgin pussy. The site was amazing, to say the least! "Thank you, Jason," Kirsten said, softly touching her used asshole with her fingers. "I can't believe how good that felt..." Jason just stared at her, taking in the sexy site of his naked sister covered in his cum, fingering her own ass. "Maybe after school, I can try licking you down there," Kirsten said, smiling up lovingly at her brother. Jason couldn't believe his luck...

Tuition by paul2021 Debbie gets what she wants when she educates young Edward. Debbie is a blond, late thirties, confident, attractive female. She is very intelligent and, as a Lawyer, becomes a Partner in a Practice in the City of London. She is shapely and generously breasted with narrow waist, broad hips and shoulders, a bum to die for and curvaceous womanly legs. Her skin is a blemish free honey cream. She is married to David although the marriage is now open and they have two children living at home. In temporarily moving to Norfolk, she becomes involved with Ray and Lyn the village artists/photographers/movie makers and is led by various stratagems into the world of Ray's pornographic movies where she becomes a leading and willing participant. She is able to keep this life separate from her family and professional lives but the promise of erotic excitement intermittently tempts her back to Norfolk for some very sensual and sexy adventures. ********* Debbie could now acknowledge this one indisputable fact - Lyn had given her a unique and precious insight into her own previously frustrated sexuality. She would never have sought out the experiences provided for her but once they were offered, and she had no choice but to participate or be destroyed, she was fully committed. There was no shame but there was a great deal of pleasure as she gratified her long-held desires through her performances in Pornography in the safe environment of Ray's Studio. She had no hatred for Lyn regarding the blackmail but had grown to like and understand her. Some women were simply obsessed with their own passions, sometimes to the point of mania. She, of all people, could now recognise this and the experience had made her stronger and more self-aware. With trusted like- minded friends she would in future regard such sexual exploration and pleasuring as her right. She had learnt from Lyn to keep this aspect of her life totally separate from family. She still loved David and the kids and badly wanted to restore the old life and her career. But ... there would always be a need that she must satisfy emotionally as much as physically. She would simply need to take great care that the two sides of her life would never intrude one on the other. At last, her career took off again and she was earning serious money. She had bought a lovely old Victorian vicarage in a village near St. Albans but it was agreed that she and David would keep the cottage in Norfolk for their own private use away from family and their usual circle of friends and colleagues. They both felt unable to break the exotic bond with their new-found community. As they were settling into their new house a message came from Lyn inviting her to visit for a long summer week-end and meet up with old friends - David could babysit the kids. He was not overly delighted at missing out on the potential delights of Norfolk but he wanted to give Debbie the freedom to enjoy herself. Their relationship and the kids were paramount - nothing must be allowed to fracture the family. Although David was, for the present, monogamous, he was prepared to accept the odd extra-marital fling on Debbie's part. Aware that his wife was enjoying unknowable pleasures elsewhere while still showing desire for him made his appetite more acute and the love making had become very exciting and extremely satisfying. ** As Debbie drove into the soft summer green of Norfolk in her new powder blue open top that old familiar anticipation of pleasuring began to warm her. She picked a quiet country lane to pull in under protective shading trees to change into something more appropriate to her Norfolk persona. Off came her demure Mum dress and her underwear and she stood naked on the leaf covered floor feeling the gentle cooling breeze play over her warm body. She imagined Gregor, one of her old partners in porn, as a gamekeeper discovering her in the wood and leant back on the warm bonnet of the car, closed her eyes and gave herself a delightful cum with her fingers. She wanted more. Pouring herself into a pair of very skinny jeans and a tight white T shirt she slipped on a pair of white Nikes, lifted her vanity case from the boot and made up her face and hair in classic porn style as she had been taught by Lyn. Going commando, the tight fit of her jeans around her crotch and arse left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Without a bra and being heavily breasted the T shirt displayed it all and the profile of her swollen nipples, proud and defiant, were splendidly on show beneath the thin material. Look at me ... I am offering myself ... I want you to lust after me ... I am shameless. Stopping at a petrol station she thought it best to slip on her Oakley's just in case she might be recognised. Of course, she attracted attention both male and female. A couple of white van men asked her if she wanted to give them an hour of her time in the next lay-by. The builders in the truck in front of her whistled and shouted even louder as she deliberately thrust her tight clad denim arse directly towards them when she stretched a little too much to fill the petrol tank. She only became a little anxious when her bum was touched up from behind at the cheque out and she quickly switched queues. The obese and hairy bloke at the till was so repulsively leering at her tits that Debbie felt it best to extract herself as soon as possible. After pulling away from the forecourt she checked that she wasn't being followed and began to relax again. Perhaps her little exhibition wasn't such a good idea after all!! She called in at the cottage to drop off her stuff and promptly drove over to the farm. It was hot and close and Debbie was glad to feel the cooling breeze in the open top. Lyn was waiting for her and they embraced: "Hello love - Look at you! What a trollope - I can't wait!" "Wonderful to see you darling. Missed you lots. I wanted to impress you. What have you got planned?" "Well first honey you need to experience our new addition!" Lyn took her around to the outbuildings at the end of the courtyard. Built within one of the small barns was a prefabricated suite of two pine clad rooms. The first was a changing room with a large walk-in shower, jacuzzi and massage table and the second leading off from the changing room was a sauna. "All the way from Sweden honey - Ray only finished it last week!" "It's gorgeous. What a clever hubby - is he around?" "On a shoot in Germany love - he was sorry to miss you but business calls - hope he doesn't dip his dick into the girls over there. Poor old dear. He's still as horny as an old goat. You know he had a real thing about you. Couldn't get him out of the studio when he was editing your movies. He still watches them when he thinks I'm not looking." Debbie laughed - with a shudder she remembered the masked man with the stimulant fuelled, iron hard prick. "Now, let's forget those men dear. Time to break open the bubbly and get you naked in the sauna! Come to Mother." Lyn drew Debbie close to her and lifted the T shirt above her head. "Those wonderful tits and where's that luscious pussy?" Debbie slipped off her shoes and peeled down her jeans before showing herself proudly to Lyn. "Honey, you are still absolutely gorgeous. I have a present for you." Lyn conjured from nowhere a small red ribbon tied package and gave it to Debbie. "Just for you - a gift from us both. We wanted to share the royalties with you." Inside was a very fine, beautifully crafted, pure hall marked silver chain with a small clasp. "I want you to wear it around your waist when you are alone and naked and want to fuck yourself - a little bit of decadence from your friends." Lyn took it from her and carefully passed it around Debbie's waist before locking the clasp. The chain sat nicely on her hips. "When you put it on you will always remember your "education"". Debbie turned and looked at herself in the mirror that covered one of the walls. "Oh. Lyn it must be so expensive - it's wonderful - but really." Lyn undressed and before entering the sauna she prepared a cordial bubbly mix which Debbie remembered as an aphrodisiacal "aperitif" given to her before a shoot. Lyn was obviously planning something but wasn't telling! This was the first time Debbie had seen Lyn nude. She was one glorious woman. Large breasted, broad hipped, firm bum, thickening a little around the waist but with toned arms and legs. Skin golden with freckles everywhere. Light brown nipples and, amazingly, a golden ring hanging from her cunt and clearly visible through the sandy bush between her thighs! Both women carried their ruby filled crystal glasses and settled into the sauna facing each other on the side benches with the coals in the centre. Soon both bodies were glistening in the low light and, for comfort, both women spread their limbs. There were no towels to protect their modesty and no attempt to be decorous. Debbie felt her labia begin to swell and open under the stimulants coursing through her body and Lyn just smiled and slowly passed her fingers languidly backwards and forwards across her nipples. Lyn began the conversation: "Who are you fucking at the moment?" "David of course - who else??" "Would you like somebody else - a treat for the week-end?" "No!! I'm a happily married woman!!" "Does he suck your pussy or your arse?" "Oh Lyn ... With husbands we make love. It's not the sexual Olympics!!" Lyn changed the subject. "Let's go to the jacuzzi." Both women lowered themselves into the enervating water. Debbie was becoming aroused as the water swirled around her. She sensed that Lyn wanted something from her and she now felt inclined to give her an opportunity: "So, my dear, what's the plan for tonight?" Lyn began her stratagem: "Well, honey, we have two very special guests for dinner who have a particular interest in your lovely self." Debbie was intrigued but sufficiently amused to play Lyn's game: "Male or female?" Lyn bounced back: "Male lovey. Aren't you the lucky one?" Debbie began to warm to the game: "Young or old?" "One is very young and one is very old!!" "Have I met them before?" "One yes - the other no. No more questions now. We need to get dry and I want some assurances from you before we go any further." The women towelled themselves dry, slipped on two of Lyn's lush white robes and strolled languorously arm in arm across the yard and into the cool of the house. Lyn went to the great dresser in the kitchen and collected from the lower cabinet a shiny maroon leather briefcase and laid it on the large scrubbed table. She deftly flicked the catches and the lid slowly opened to reveal neatly bound wads of crisp new £50.00 notes. Lyn explained: "This is from Robert. You remember him "The Lord of the Manor"?" Debbie nodded. "There's £10,000 here and it's all for you." Debbie was astounded. "I don't understand??" Lyn continued: "Robert's son Edward was 23 years old last month and he has never had a real girlfriend. He hasn't managed a single fuck!! He takes after his bloody Mother - too stuck up and aristocratic, and the awful public school - say no more! Robert wants him looked after by a loving mature woman who knows what she's about - you understand don't you? He doesn't want to use a prostitute and degrade or embarrass the boy. In short, he wants you and is prepared to pay. It would happen over the next three days if you are willing?" Debbie felt for a seat and sat down. "It needs to be kept between you, me and Robert. The boy needs to believe you want him ... I've kept the guest wing free. There's the four-poster, the jacuzzi in the en-suite and the private pool. A proper little love nest!! If you agree Robert and Edward will come to dinner tonight with us both - the caterers are all set - and you can take it from there. Robert will return to the Manor after the meal and you can hand Edward back on Monday evening!" Debbie's brain was racing. The offer of money was very timely. She still held a flame for Phil, her old lover in New Zealand, although a return to their previous intimacies was out of the question. He had rung her a week before with shocking news - he was recovering from a stroke and was partially disabled. He was so young but all those long-haul flights to Aus' and the Far East had taken their toll. He wanted money for specialist remedial therapy in the States - could she help? Debbie badly wanted to give him some funds but her finances were now as one with David - it would be impossible to hide the payments. This was heaven sent and she had been fucked by so many men and women while filming for Lyn and Ray, would one more really make any difference? Lyn was waiting for an answer. Debbie plunged in: "Yes - I'll do it but no photography, no videos, and no third parties - please Lyn?" "Of course, lovey. I'll ring Robert and get it all in motion. We have just under two hours to prepare. I've got your wardrobe for the week-end - no undies to worry about - I can't wait!!" Debbie gave her the look and Lyn laughed and led her to the guest wing. **** Debbie was as ready as she could be. Clinging red mini - mid thigh with broad tight waist band and close-fitting sheer lifting her breasts with all the cleavage on show through the transparency but nipples just covered by embroidered floral. Bum and tits free to flow and sway and be caressed. Leg tone highlighted by high nude strappy heels. Nails as usual in cherry pink offset against creamy flesh to match her dress. Hair up with matching lipstick and delicate golden choker - not overdone - well - just a little! When Robert's car pulled into the courtyard both girls with Lyn demure for once, went out to greet the men. Debbie was pleasantly surprised by Edward - tall, dark, well built and well dressed in open neck white shirt and Chinos. As she lent into Robert to kiss him on the cheek he whispered in her ear: "If only it could be me my darling." Debbie smiled politely and turned to Edward for the introduction. She had clearly made an impression. He strained to keep his eyes from dropping to her chest. She could not imagine what Robert had told him but that was not her concern. Her job was to get him gently into bed with as little artifice as possible and without overdoing the femme fatale - this would take all of her skills. Over aperitifs they all chatted and Debbie was keen to relax Edward. What were his plans. University and the family business - how interesting. For down time - the house in Bermuda, sailing, water skiing, reading. What subjects? Classics, Titian, Masaccio, Florence. Debbie was on home territory. Have you visited? Only once very briefly with my Aunt. Oh, I would love to show you my favourites - the Uffizi, the chapels, the frescos, etc, etc. An intellectual bond was established. She passed her arm through his as they walked to the table on the terrace. Lyn and Robert deliberately pursued their own conversations. As he pulled the chair back for her and she moved behind him she deliberately stroked the tips of her breasts across his back. She also ensured that when she was seated, he would get a prime view of her exposed thighs. She was confident in her strategy but when over dinner he turned the conversation unexpectedly to her background she was wrong footed. Where did she live? What was her job? Any boyfriend? What could she say? She sensed Lyn and Robert pause and listen. "I live in London and I teach law." ... she instinctively gave herself an alternative life grounded in her real experience. This was just as well given that Edward followed up with a number of surprisingly technical questions regarding her specialisms which she was able to parry successfully. Once she had killed off the boyfriend discussion by inventing a fictional relationship with an older man gone wrong the hum of conversation from Lyn and Robert resumed. Edward was sweet in his interest regarding her. He apologised for touching a nerve and she used this to elaborate her story - she was ready for another relationship - she enjoyed the company of men - their humour and their physicality (... a bold move this) - but after her previous experience she was looking for someone younger and more energetic (... an even bolder move which she followed up with a touching of thighs). It was dusk but still warm and close as they walked out alone into the garden after coffee. Debbie judged that it was time: "Edward - could you kiss me?" She looked up into his face and offered her lips. He reacted positively and he was very tender and actually rather good as he feathered her lips. Debbie was beginning to enjoy herself and with relief she began to feel him harden on her stomach. Thank the fuck! Her enthusiasm transmitted itself to Edward and soon their embrace became passionate. She felt for his hand and she spread his palm across her soft sheer covered breast. He began to gently squeeze and she whispered in his ear. "Find my nipple with your fingers. That's good. Lift and caress me. That's lovely. Listen to my breathing. When I breathe deeply go firmer. If I quieten then try another way. Can you feel me harden to your touch? Slowly - gently there is no rush." Debbie shivered with her first delicate orgasm. Lyn's secret potions were working. "Did you feel my body tremor?" Edward nodded. "When you feel me like that then go with me - harder or softer - follow my responses. That's the way women like it." Lyn appeared as if from nowhere. "Come on you love birds. Time for bed. Father's gone home and I'm tired. Come to the kitchen tomorrow when you're ready for some food." Debbie unwrapped herself from Edward and took his hand. They walked to the suite which had been turned down ready for them. Lights were dim and bottles of fizz and Lyn's cordial sat on the dresser. Debbie asked Edward to open a bottle and pour two glasses while she went to the bathroom. Before they toasted the week-end she added a little cordial to each glass. Debbie guided him to the bed: "Kiss me again. Use your tongue on my lips ... gently ... umm. Search for my tongue ... lovely." "Lower my dress - it's Ok - slowly - that's good" Debbie's breasts escaped from the sheer and Edward gasped in awe: "You're magnificent!" Debbie smiled and lifted one of her breasts offering the tip to Edward: "Kiss me - just there - yes - circle my nipple with your tongue - harder - perfect." She used her fingers to stretch and distend the tip and make it more prominent for him. She breathed deeply and he responded by quickening his pace. "Nip it with your lips ... oh Christ ... yes, don't stop." Debbie shook and he went faster - she shook again before gently releasing him from her. This was wonderful. "Now it's my turn" She knelt before him and removed his loafers and reached for his belt and lowered his trousers and pants as one. He was hard. She had barely taken him in her fingers when he came with an almighty rush. Her hands were covered in white sticky cum. "Oh my ... I'm so sorry ... I couldn't stop." She smiled knowingly to re-assure him and went to wash. He was already dressed again when she returned and very red faced. "Honey you are a wonderful lover you can't leave me now!" He was embarrassed but she was able to forestall his escape by being firm: "Undress and lay on the bed." He obeyed without argument. "Let's get you ready again." She turned her back and wriggled from her dress. Naked now apart from the choker and her heels she spread her legs and knelt over him. She took his hand and placed it in her crotch. "Feel how wet you've made me" She could see his prick begin to stir and bent forward to caress it with her lips and tongue. It tasted of summer delight. Within seconds he was ready again and she moved astride him and took it between her fingers and inserted him into her. "Hold on for as long as you can but let me know when you are ready." She began to slowly move her hips - running his cock up and down her cunt. He felt good to Debbie. Broader than David but nowhere near the girth or length of Lyn's black studs. She could see he was losing the battle and she quickly thrust her way to their first collective orgasm. Maybe it was his age or maybe it was Lyn's cordial but she could feel him throb as he burst into her and she was amazed at the copious quantity as she cleaned up in the bidet. He was laying blissfully still with eyes closed on the bed. "Wake up. I want to teach you something" She knelt astride him with her cunt over his face. She parted the lips of her vulva with her fingers. "Can you see a small nipple in the front of my pussy." She felt for it with her forefinger. "Here - look" She took his finger and placed it there. "When I lower myself on to you can you feel for it with your tongue?" Debbie lowered herself gently holding when she felt his chin brush the damp strands of her pubic hair. "Oh yes - slowly - a little firmer - wonderful - you're getting good - a little faster - circle around it in a figure of 8 - push it - push it - don't stop - please don't stop." He gave her the biggest rush of the night so far. She rewarded him by turning him on to all fours and bringing him off while slipping her lubricated forefinger into his anus to stimulate his prostate. That made him empty himself double quick. She giggled naughtily. Another trick from Lyn. "Come on lets swim" They strolled out naked to the small pool hand in hand. The patio was lit and the pool was illuminated a deep blue. They sipped fizz and swam a little. Debbie whispered: "How do you like it?" Edward was in fantasy land: "I never dreamt it could be anything like this. I want to show you off to all my friends. What would they say? I'd love to see their faces when they saw you. They would be green with envy. I love you and want to marry you. Then we can do this every night!!" She smiled and mounted him in the water locking her thighs around his waist. Of course, he was ready again although, for the present, ejaculation, was beyond him. That suited Debbie. She would work him until she was satisfied. "Let's sleep baby - tomorrow is another day" Debbie would never remember the number of couplings in the four-poster in the night but she was a little relieved when she was able to shower and then slip on a pair of skinny jeans and a semi-transparent crop top from Lyn's week-end wardrobe before walking over barefoot to the house with Edward for breakfast. She felt she had earned her money already and they had only just begun!! ***** "Well look at you two." Lyn was preparing fruit and muesli and eggs and bacon were sizzling on the Aga. She must have been keeping a look-out. "Both of you are glowing." ... Debbie had to admit to herself that she was, in truth, extremely "glowing". She had trained Edward to give her exactly what she wanted and when he had taken the initiative it still seemed to work. Once they had got over his first premature difficulty there had been no mis-steps or awkwardness. So far it had been extremely enjoyable. Edward was clearly more confident having established his manhood but was still, understandably, a little withdrawn with Lyn. Events took a surprising turn when Lyn asked about their plans for the day. It was going to be another hot one. Edward took the lead with Debbie: "Can I buy you lunch in Norwich? We could also visit the latest exhibition at the NUA?" Debbie was surprised. She had expected they would spend the week-end at the farm. Then she warmed to the idea but what could she wear? The deal excluded her own clothes. She was wearing the only outfit given to her that could not be described as extremely rude. Even then with her semi-transparent top a walk around Norwich was unthinkable. When Edward went back for a swim she appealed to Lyn. "Honey, Robert was adamant. We can't risk it. I know he works in town on Saturdays. Look try this." Lyn whipped off her silk shawl and draped it over Debbie's shoulders. Debbie stood in front of the mirror. If she clutched it over her chest then there was only a glimpse of her tits through the translucent material under each arm. It would have to do. There were a pair of pumps back in the annex. She would wear those. Debbie let Edward drive the soft top - another first - a flash car with a beautiful blond by your side. Then it happened - the first event in a very memorable day. Flashing blue lights appeared in Edwards rear view mirror and Debbie told him to pull over. The Police Officer walked to the driver's side. Debbie had removed her shawl for the journey - it was sitting in the boot!! "May I see your driving licence please sir. Is this your vehicle?" Edward scrabbled around - of course he had no licence!! Debbie intervened in her lawyer's voice: "Officer, the car is mine. Can you tell me what the problem is?" "This vehicle Miss was recorded driving at 45mph in a 30mph zone 5 miles back." Debbie saw the Officer glance down at her chest. "Could you please come with me Miss. I will take your details first and then I will interview the lad." Debbie, despite her confident exterior, knew she was severely compromised. She got out of the car and followed the officer. Her tits were on show and he would take all her personal details. This was serious. Edward would end up in court for driving with no licence. She would be in the same fix because her insurance would be knowingly invalid. Indecent exposure could easily be added to the list. Robert would be mortified, Lyn severely embarrassed and she would be struck off. She could only see one way out - she would have to chance it. As Edward waited nervously in the car, he frequently looked in the rear-view mirror to check on progress. Debbie was sitting in the front passenger seat with the officer going through the details. After about ten minutes he was concerned when Debbie disappeared although the officer was still in the car. He was relieved when, a few minutes later, she re-appeared again. Finally, she got out and to Edward's surprise the police car pulled out and accelerated hard down the road towards Norwich. Debbie was brusque: "Move over - I'm driving!" All was quiet for a few minutes before Debbie, now calmer, spoke soothingly to Edward: "Lovey, this will be our secret, you understand don't you! Nobody must know - not your father, not Lyn, not your friends - nobody. There will be no charges - he's let us off. Now let's enjoy ourselves. We'll stop at this hotel and get a coffee." Before ordering Debbie went to the Ladies to freshen up. She returned shawl in place, hair freshly brushed and make-up renewed. The coffee and cake were lovely. The thrill she inevitably got from living on the extreme edge of a particularly vertiginous cliff had sharpened her appetite. *** Norwich was hot and sticky. Edward insisted on walking up to the market place with his arm around Debbie's shoulder. She was his girl and he wanted the world to know it. Her first priority was to offload the bloody shawl and she paused at a boutique in the Lanes and spotted a white cotton jacket. Edward insisted on paying - such a lovely boy who she hoped would eventually make some lucky girl very happy. The jacket was short, waisted and flared just covering the belt of her jeans. Being tightly buttoned at the waist it gaped a little and her cleavage was still on show but her nipples were covered. It also highlighted the profile of her cunt and her bum displayed beneath the taut denim. It was rude but just respectable. She was sure Robert would still approve. Edward guided her to a little back alley just off the Halls. He pinned her against a wall and French kissed her just as she had taught him. He ran his hand under her jacket to knead her breasts. He would remember the feel of her through her top all his days. She was delighted to be seventeen again. Then after a late lunch and a bottle of rose fizz, Edward sprang another surprise. He wanted to introduce her to his friends!! They were barbequing back home at the beach this evening. Would she like to drive over this afternoon? Debbie did not hesitate. Pulling up behind the dunes at the end of a long rough track she saw a wrangler jeep and two new girly Fiats - rich kids' cars. She parked up beside them. They walked hand in hand on to the beach where two boys and three girls - all in swimming costumes - were standing around a drift wood fire. The boys - Josh and Jed - were all over Debbie. Edward basked in their admiration. The girls - Natalie, Clemmie and Abbie - were lukewarm in their jealousy. They were all thee brown and slim - sylphlike in their developing womanhood. The girls could see by contrast that Debbie was all woman and not afraid of showing it and their beaus could not take their eyes off her. Debbie enjoyed playing the cougar to encourage their boyish adulation. They drank some more fizz but she politely declined the barbequed fish. The girls moved away to chat, plot and giggle. Debbie knew something was going on when they returned to the group and suggested they all go for a dip. Clemmie suggested that Debbie could borrow Abbie's spare costume - she being the most mature of the group. Debbie was up for it - she was a strong swimmer and she assumed she would be given a modest one piece as the girls were all wearing. She was therefore surprised when Abbie dipped into her bag and offered her the briefest of black bikinis. Debbie could see the challenge in Abbie's eyes and had no intention of backing down. She walked into the dunes to change. The halter top had an elasticated band that sat under her tits and she was able to lift and tie the straps behind her neck to provide additional support for her décolletage. The costume being several sizes too small for Debbie there was nothing whatsoever left to the imagination and her barely covered nipples stood proud in the cooling evening air. The bottoms were in truth a thong with a thin cord up tight between her arse cheeks. Between her legs the cord penetrated and separated her cunt lips and a small triangle of material provided just enough cover at her front although the wispy blond hairs of her copious bush could not be hidden. She brazenly returned to the group and both the boys and girls were open mouthed. Edward looked from the boys to her and back again in adoration. The girls were speechless: "C'mon, what are you all waiting for?" Debbie laughing took off for the sea with the youngsters trailing behind. She deliberately accentuated the sway of her hips as she walked and she saw Edward growing inside his speedos. She noticed Josh and Jed in the same predicament. She thought to herself: "In for a penny in for a pound" They swam for a bit and Debbie deliberately played the enthusiastic girlfriend with Edward, encouraging him to hug and kiss her in the water in front of his friends. To relieve his condition, she deliciously slipped her hand under his speedos below the waves and felt the instantaneous spasm as he released himself. It was time to go. She took him by the hand and they ran out of the water. As they dressed in the dunes, she spotted Josh and Jed spying on them through the grass as they removed their costumes and towelled each other dry. She made sure they both got a good look. Back at the farm Lyn was waiting for them. "Hello you lovebirds - been for a swim I see. Champers and canapes are waiting by the pool." Lyn wanted a short chat with Debbie. She turned to Edward: "You go ahead lovey. Debbie will be over soon" When Edward had gone Lyn opened up: "You look radiant - what's he done to you!! He can't be that good!" Debbie was blissful: "It's been wonderful. I tell him what to do and he does it! Why can't all men be like him!! It's like I'm having it for the first time." Lyn was envious: "You lucky slut. Robert rang me. Edward is on "Cloud 9" apparently... and your being paid for it - oh my god!! Go on get back to him and try to get some sleep tonight!!" By the pool Debbie stripped and dived in. Edward came on to the patio with two glasses of wine and Debbie took hers in the pool. After the novelty and excitement of the day she had made the decision to move the love making on from vanilla to a stronger flavour. She had not taken this decision lightly. She recognised that Edward would eventually meet a nice normal girl like Abbie, who seemed to be a likely candidate based on her jealous behaviour at the beach, and she did not want to instil in him unrealistic expectations. Debbie, of all women, knew that passion and desire at this level could not be maintained indefinitely. She climbed out of the pool nude and walked up to Edward who was laying on the lounger in his boxers. She gave him a long lingering kiss using her tongue to caress his lips and mouth. She than sat astride him and let him nuzzle her tits as she played with her clit. He rose to the occasion. "I want to do something special to you" Edward just let out a lazy smile. She could do whatever she liked with him as far as he was concerned. "Come inside lover boy" She knelt before him and pulled off his boxers before laying him on the bed. He was already erect in anticipation. She then surprised him by wheeling over the full-length mirror and positioning it at the foot of the bed. She mounted the bed and knelt astride his ankles before leaning forward, taking his cock in her hands and kissing and licking it with her mouth. She knew that in adopting this position as she worked on him, he would see in the reflection of the mirror not only her parted bum cheeks and her open cunt surrounded by its thin covering of blond wispy hair but also her bare perineum and the black hole of her open anus surrounded by its triangle of darker skin. It was the classic position that Ray always wanted towards the climactic end of any shoot with the woman offering all of herself to the hungry eye of the camera. She played with his cock for a while before using a technique, she had been taught by Emily one of her porn friends. She began to take more of him into her mouth and throat until, bit by bit, she ran her lips down to the root of his shaft. To do this without gagging had taken much practice but she had never tried it on David - it did not seem appropriate and he would probably have shrunk with fright. As she practiced on Edward, she kept her eyes firmly engaged with his, the better to see his reaction as she adjusted her timing to maximise his pleasure ... just as Ray had instructed her. Edward in between deep breaths did not know what had hit him: "Oh Debbie - I can't take it - it's brilliant - oh my lord." Debbie eased up and soothed him: "Hold it in honey - slowly. There's a good boy - just stay relaxed and enjoy." By going very gently she was able to keep the stimulation going without him coming. When she was ready, she whispered to him. "Look at my wet cunt. Look at my ass super lover. I'm all open and ready for you. Do you want it? - Do you want it?" With that she hurtled him to his climax and his cum was everywhere - on her face, in her mouth, over the linen sheets. He just kept coming as she finished him off with her fingers and lips. Debbie showered with Edward but she wasn't finished. "Do you want to please me now?" Edward was gushing. "Just do as I say and follow my breathing as I said last night" Debbie tied her hair up behind her head clipping it in place with an amber comb. She then collected an inflatable dildo with the flexible pouch attached by a short rubber pipe together with a tube of gel from Lyn's cabinet. She took Edward by the hand and led him back to the bed. She poured him a stiff glass of cordial to bring him up again and made sure he drained it. He needed to be iron hard for the coming activities and there must be no risk of ejaculation even under the most acute stimulation. It was Debbie's turn to be pleasured. She returned to the bathroom to irrigate her anus - the usual pre-cursor to activity in that area as she had been taught at the beginning of her porn experience. When she returned he was up and ready yet again. Debbie knelt on all fours on the bed with her legs spread. She asked Edward to stand behind her: "Follow me honey lover and you will really please me. Coat your fingers with lots of gel and put your forefinger in my cunt and feel for my clit ... Mmm. Now two fingers ... Now three ... Now your little finger ... That's it - up and down - up and down - slowly - oh - Yes ... You see the dildo? Cover it in gel and put it up my cunt. Slowly ... that's good ... Mmm ... Yes. Take the pouch on the end and slowly squeeze it to fill me up." As Edward squeezed the pouch the dildo began to inflate. "Not too much - your hurting me ... slowly slowly slowly ... that's wonderful. Just a little more - mmmmm. Ohhh it feels soooo good." Edward could see the swollen dildo filling Debbie's cunt to bursting. He was dumbstruck at the sight. "Cover your cock with the gel - lots of it... With your forefinger lubricate my ass. Go inside - yes that's good - further right in - it's OK - go on - mmmm - yes - run it in and out - slowly. Ok - place your cock on my ass - it's fine love - just place it there and run it around the opening - that's it - lovely. Push it in just a little - gently - don't hurt me - oh my ... When you feel my muscles relax go a little at a time ... Keep going in - yes - please - please - mmm - gently." Finally, Edward was in and Debbie cried out in her orgasm. Her power frightened him. He had always thought that the man would have control and the woman would be passive. Now he realised that a powerful, highly aroused, woman would provide the most intense of experiences. To find love and pleasure, such a lady would now be his heart's desire. Debbie was re-living one of her favourite scenarios from her career in porn. Lyn would call for Janiel and Yari - two lovely, extraordinarily henched, West Indian boys. They would fill her up ever which way and she would sleep for 24 hours after an all-nighter to soothe away the aches and pains. "Make it a little tighter lovey - yes. In and out very slowly. Slower - yes that's good - mmmm. Oh Oh ... I can't ..." Debbie crashed through the barrier into her second orgasm. Time passed in a red miasma of passion. She would never know how long she was gone as he continued the relentless and mystic sweet spot rhythm behind her. His dedication and his stamina took her beyond nirvana. Finally, by instinct, she knew she was done and he was ready. She clenched her sphincter and he exploded into her despite Lyn's potions. It was all over. Edward fell on to the bed exhausted and Debbie was sufficiently aware to reach between her legs and release the pressure to enable the deflated dildo to slither out of her lubriciously distended vagina as she collapsed into Edward's arms. **** They woke at mid-day, swam and showered and walked hand in hand to the kitchen where Lyn was ready with another lovely breakfast. It was time to say goodbye. This was always going to be difficult but Debbie and Lyn invented a story about Debbie's father suffering a "fall" and needing her in London that afternoon. Edward was very down but Debbie promised to return as soon as she was free. Of course, she thought it would never happen but fate could play strange tricks. Lyn and Debbie grabbed a few moments alone together to settle things and then Debbie was away. She stopped at the same place in the wood and changed back into her mum clothes. When she arrived at the rectory and saw David and the children the old habits had re-asserted themselves. The door was closed on Edward and firmly locked. Only when she was alone and aroused would she find the key to open the door and indulge herself. She was then back at Lyn's getting exactly what she wanted when she wanted in that insulated and protected cocoon. In this secret world, in spite of her scandalous behaviour, there were no commitments and no bad outcomes. ******

The Holiday by Dionysos Copyright© 2023 by Dionysos Chapter 5: Tuesday We went to the beach again and after a swim, Jenny and I grabbed our towels, water bottles and some sun lotion and took a walk up the beach again. After half an hour, we found a secluded spot in a hollow in the dunes, with tall grasses around three sides. It was open to the sea but only the occasional couple were walking along the beach, mostly along the shoreline some distance away at low tide, so we put our towels down on the sand. I was applying sun lotion to her back when I suggested. “Why don’t you slip your cossie down to your bum so that you get an even tan with no tan lines?” She hesitated a bit then said “OK” She took her arms out of the straps and I helped her pull the costume down to her hips, then I pulled it a little further so that quite a lot of her pretty bum cheeks were exposed. “It’s so nice without my soggy cossie around my tits. The sun and breeze on my back feels lovely!” Jenny said. I put sun lotion all over her neck, shoulders and back, loving the feeling of her soft skin under my hands. Judging by the purring noises she was making, she was enjoying it too. I put some sun lotion on myself too and lay down next to her. After a half hour or so I said “Perhaps you should turn over so you don’t burn.” “But I would have to pull my top up and I like it much better like this” she replied. “I don’t want you to burn and no-one will notice if you just turn over, besides, you don’t want a silly white bit showing if you have a low top on or have your blouse a bit open” I said. “If someone is getting closer, you can just turn over.” “You just want an excuse to massage sun lotion on my tits!” she giggled, turning over on her back. “Of course!” I replied, sucking one nipple, then the other. I got the sun lotion and had a most erotic time massaging it into her wonderful tits. “With the amount of lotion you’ve put on I think there’s no chance of my tits burning. Could you do the rest please?” Jenny asked with a smile. I did the rest of her front, pulling her cossie down until I could just see the start of her pubic hairs, so that I could do her tummy and leave it exposed to tan. I could not resist sliding my hand over her pubic hairs to cup her labia. She swatted me “Naughty!” When we started to get hungry, Jenny made herself decent and we walked back to the others to get some lunch. “Where have you two been all morning?” Sue asked. “Just half an hour up the beach” I said. “It’s almost deserted and we found a secluded spot in the dunes to sunbathe in private.” “What! naked!” Dave exclaimed. “Not quite!” Jenny replied with a cheeky grin. We had our usual lunch, but we were all getting bored with hot dogs, so we resolved to find something different the next day. In the afternoon, Jenny and I again walked up the beach to find our cosy love-nest. As usual, we talked, swam, sunbathed half-naked and snogged. When it was time to go back to the guest house, we wandered down the beach, holding hands and swapping kisses. “Can life get better than this?” I asked no-one in particular. “Maybe!” Jenny replied with a very sexy grin, just before we reached the other two. We went back to the guest house, showered and changed. As it was Bill and Maggie’s night off, we walked up to the town and found a little Chinese restaurant which we all liked the look of. When the waiter asked if we would like something to drink, we just asked for a large bottle of water. After we had agreed on a fixed menu for 4 people, the waiter took our order and asked it we would like any wine with our meal. I looked at the wine menu and pointed to a white wine. “Very good choice sir!” the waiter remarked with a smile and walked away. “I didn’t know you were a wine buff, Jeff!” Dave remarked. “I’m not! The name sounded French and it was the most expensive one on the list, so I thought it should be good” I explained. The girls laughed. Lots of little dishes soon arrived and we enjoyed sampling everything that we had ordered. The wine tasted good to me but what did I know? More food kept arriving but with the sea air and the exercise, we managed to eat most of it. We paid the bill and left a tip. On the way back Jenny said “That was my first ever Chinese meal, I really enjoyed it!” “Mine too” said Sue. “And mine, it was really good, pity we don’t have one near home” Dave added. “Of course, I’ve had Chinese before!” I bragged, and then after a pause “but only once when my Aunt Jean took me out for my 14th birthday.” “So you’re not the expert then” Sue laughed. We soon arrived back at the guest house and went upstairs to brush our teeth and get ready for bed. It was interesting that now we had got used to living together, we were all much more relaxed, often wandering about between the bedrooms and bathroom in our underwear. Jenny came into the boy’s bedroom in her little nightie. “Your turn for the double bed tonight Dave” she said. Dave grinned and went off to the girl’s room. “Have a fun night!” he said. “You too!” we both replied. Jenny skipped over to me, grinning, and gave me a big kiss. “I can’t believe I’m going to sleep with my boyfriend! My Mum would have kittens!” “Spending the whole night in bed with you will be awesome! I’m so lucky!” I replied. We got onto my single bed and soon had our tops off, my chest rubbing against her nipples as we kissed passionately. She then surprised me. “Can I see your thing?” she asked with a shy smile. It was already rock-hard and my cock was poking out through the fly of my pyjamas. Having my cock examined was going to be a bit embarrassing, but as I was hoping to get her naked, I could hardly refuse. I leaned onto my back and slid my pyjama bottoms off so that I was completely naked. “Wow! It’s huge!” Jenny said, staring at it. “It’s a good job we’re not going to have sex, ‘cos it definitely wouldn’t fit!” “I would have to get you really excited with foreplay first, then your pussy would get engorged and your vagina would dilate. Your juices would flow to lubricate it, so I could enter you without it hurting too much” I explained. “Don’t talk like that!” Jenny gasped. “It makes me feel all hot and bothered! Anyway, where did you learn all that stuff?” “I’ve been reading up on sex from books in the library” I admitted. “Do you know that in the last three days before your period, you can’t get pregnant?” “No, but we’re not about to find out” Jenny replied. “Now, back to your thing, can I touch it?” “Yes, but if you play with it, I won’t be able to stop myself from shooting off” I explained. “I’d like to see that!” she said, grinning as she grabbed the sun lotion from the top of my bedside drawers. She poured a large quantity into the palm of her hand and grasped my cock, then started pumping her hand up and down. She watched excitedly and I was groaning continuously. “I’m going to come Jenny!” I warned her, but too late. The first spurt shot up in the air and landed on my chest. She leaned over to take a better look at my spunk and before I could warn her, the second spurt hit her on the side of her face. Surprised, she turned back to look at my cock again, just as the third spurt hit her mouth. She was licking it off her lips when the final spurt landed in her hair. She was laughing the whole time. “That was amazing!” Jenny exclaimed, “and it doesn’t taste too bad either!” I reached for some tissues and passed her the box to wipe herself. She also cleaned me up, which saved me from getting any on my hands. She lay back down next to me and I kissed her. “That was awesome! Thank you, but how did you know to use lotion?” She blushed. “I may have done it a couple of times before” she admitted, but not with a naked boy!” “I thought you were a good girl” I teased. “I am. That was good, wasn’t it?” “It was!” I agreed. “Now it’s my turn!” “As you’re naked, I’d like to keep my knickers on, OK?” “No!” I replied. “You got to examine my cock, so it’s only fair I get to look at your pussy. How about I put my underpants back on?” She was obviously embarrassed at the idea of having her pussy on display and my rampant cock being too near it. She eventually agreed. “OK, but remember, I don’t want to go all the way.” She lifted her bottom off the bed as I pulled her knickers off. “Wow! You’re even more beautiful naked!” I enthused, admiring her shapely hips and slightly rounded tummy with her dark pubic hairs guarding the entrance to her pussy. “You’re the first boy to see me totally naked” Jenny replied, whimpering. I pulled her into a cuddle and just held her for a while. “I feel so privileged to be the first boy to see your beautiful body. I’ll cherish the image forever.” After she had relaxed, I kissed down her tits and tummy until I reached her bushy pubic hairs. I grabbed a few hairs between my lips and pulled as she squealed. I positioned myself between her legs with my face just above her pussy and kissed it before using both thumbs to part her swollen labia. I had never seen inside a girl’s pussy before, so I was amazed at seeing her bright pink inner lips and the entrance to her forbidden depths. Further up, I could make out her little pee hole and then her clit hood, just as the books had indicated. I licked it, parting her lips further with my thumbs and continued licking until the little nubbin peaked out of it’s hood. She squealed. “Wow! That feels so sexy!” I had found the key to the gates of heaven! I kissed it and licked some more as she moaned. Then, I sucked the whole of her clit and it’s hood into my mouth while still licking her clit with my tongue. She squealed again. “What are you doing to me!?”. “Just making love to you, Jenny” I replied as I slowly pushed first one, then two fingers into her hot, wet tunnel and started thrusting them in and out. She opened her legs wider and held my head as I continued sucking her clit. It was not long before I could feel her first orgasm approaching. He whole body shook then she pushed her hips up into my face as her vagina spasmed and she screamed. I did not let her come down, but kept sucking and thrusting my fingers into her to prolong her orgasm. It seemed to be slowing down but then she took off again into the next one. This continued until she had another two orgasms and I decided not to overdo it this time. I cuddled her but she was weeping softly. “Are you upset Jenny?” “No! It was so wonderful! I’m just a bit emotional. I’ve never lost control of my whole body so completely before. You had total control over me and I wouldn’t have been able to stop you doing anything you wanted. It was almost frightening!” Jenny explained. I held her tighter and she fell asleep in my arms. We woke up in the early hours, both needing to pee. Without thinking, we went to the bathroom together, still naked but no longer having any inhibitions. Jenny sat down and peed while I was waiting and we exchanged a mischievous grin. I then peed while she was looking and washing her hands. We got back into bed, her curled up with her back to me, and me spooned around her, holding her protectively. “That’s so nice” she whispered dreamily, “I love you” as she dozed off back to sleep. I kissed her neck “I love you too” and fell asleep as well. Chapter 6: Wednesday I woke up first the next morning. We were still in the same position, spooned together with my hand on her left tit. Unfortunately, her head was still on my right arm, which had lost all feeling. When I wiggled it a bit she stirred and moaned softly as she slowly woke up. “I wish I could wake up naked in your arms every morning” she said. “When we get back, I’ll ask your Mum if I can move in with you” I replied. She laughed. “That would be a good way to get you banned from ever entering our house again!” “We’ll just have to enjoy waking up together for the next few mornings” I said. We got out of bed and went to the bathroom, still naked, just as Dave and Sue were coming out in their nightwear. “Not shy then?” Sue laughed. Jenny blushed as Dave stood transfixed, ogling her with his mouth open. “You’re catching flies again Dave!” Sue said, dragging him into their bedroom. Jenny and I both used the toilet then enjoyed washing each other in the shower. We joined the others for breakfast. Afterwards, as we walked down to the beach, Sue said “Do you mind having the double bed for the rest of the holiday, you two? Only Dave flails his arms around in his sleep and keeps waking me up, so after we’ve cuddled goodnight, I would prefer to sleep in one of the single beds.” Jenny and I grinned at each other. “Jeff can move in with me as soon as we get back” Jenny said. As soon as we got to the beach, we swam together and threw the ball around for a while. “Can we walk along the beach with you and see what you find so interesting up there?” Dave asked. “Of course” I replied, hoping this would not mean Jenny wanted to cover up more when she was sunbathing. We walked up the beach with our stuff and found our regular spot. Dave and Sue found another secluded spot a little way further. Jenny was getting more adventurous, trying to get an all-over tan. Lying on her front she often had the whole of her bum exposed and when she lay on her back, she bunched her cossie so that it was even exposing a lot of her pubic hairs. Of course, I very much enjoyed making sure she had plenty of lotion, especially on her bum and tummy. I only had to cover her up with her blouse a couple of times, when other people got too close and might see. We had fish and chips for lunch and fooled around on the beach all afternoon until it was time to return for showers and dinner. Sue moved all her stuff into the boy’s room and I moved mine in with Jenny. Afterwards, the girls changed into their minidresses and put a little bit of makeup on. We walked into town and went to the dancehall for teen night. They had a live band playing a lot of the current hits and we had a great night, except when a couple of older boys tried to get off with our girls. We walked back holding hands and were soon in our rooms. As Jenny and I got into bed, she lay facing me and smiled, with a sort of quizzical look. “I’ve been thinking...” “Dangerous!” I replied and got a thump for my sarcasm. “As I was saying, before I got so rudely interrupted” Jenny continued, “the way things are going between us, I think it’s likely that we’ll be going all the way sometime soon.” “We are getting pretty close, but don’t feel you have to if you’re not ready” I replied. “Well, I really want to and I want you to be my first. It would be fantastic if you were my last too, but that’s too far in the future to worry about right now. Anyway, I was thinking that if we decided to go all the way in a couple of months time, we probably wouldn’t get long in private and it’s unlikely we would be able to spend the night together. So this week would be perfect!” “Wow! Really!” I exclaimed. “Yes. Really!” she beamed. I grabbed her and pulled her into a deep kiss, breaking it to say. “I love you!” “I know you do, otherwise I wouldn’t dream of suggesting it and you know I love you too!” Jenny replied. We were both naked in seconds and she quickly scooted down to grab my already erect cock. She looked up to me with a wicked grin and then surprised me by tentatively licking the head of my cock. I gasped and my cock twitched, causing her to laugh. She licked all around the head and the rim before sliding the whole head into her mouth. She held the rim between her lips while still licking the head. When she started simultaneously sucking up and down and thrusting the shaft in time, I gasped again, thinking that maybe I did believe in heaven. Her movements became faster and faster until I could hold out no longer and shot my first load into the back of her mouth, shouting “Jenny!” She swallowed all the first and second spurts, but then coughed, causing the next two loads to ooze out of her mouth. She giggled and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, before licking the spunk from around my cock. “How was my first blowjob, apart from being a bit messy?” she laughed. “Amazing! How did you know what to do if it was your first time?” “I guess I’m just a natural cock-sucker. I loved it!” Jenny enthused. “Now it’s your turn. Suck my clit and make me come!” And I did. After her third orgasm, my cock was again fully erect. I grabbed a condom, took it out of the packaging and rolled it on. I slid up her glistening body, fondling her tits and sucking her nipples on the way. When my cock touched her pussy, between her swollen labia, her eyes went wide and a big smile spread across her pretty face. “Are you sure?” I asked, suddenly aware of my lack of experience and the responsibility I had to make her first time amazing. “Absolutely! Please make love to me!” Jenny begged. Trying to remember all the things I had read in the books, I reached down and held my cock, then rubbed it up and down her wet slit to increase the lubrication with her copious juices which were flowing freely from her vagina. I found her little hole with my cock and pushed the head into her tight little tunnel. She squealed and I hesitated for a moment, concerned that I might have hurt her. “Are you OK Jenny?” I asked. “Yep! It just stung for a second, but having you inside me is starting to feel nice now.” “That’s only the head, can I push the rest in?” I asked. “Wow! Yes please!” Jenny replied enthusiastically. “Just take it slowly.” So I slid my cock slowly into her tight, hot little tunnel until my pubis was squashing her clit. She gasped and I held it there, enjoying the feeling of my cock inside a girl for the first time. “OK?” I asked. “Yep! Just getting used to my body being invaded” she replied.”It feels really good now.” She squeezed her vagina muscles around my cock and giggled. Taking this as a hint to carry on, I withdrew it until just the head was inside her. She whimpered but moaned when I thrust it back in slowly. I withdrew again and thrust it back in a little faster and more firmly, rubbing my pubis against her clit as I pushed deep inside her. We kissed, looked into each other’s smiling eyes and both said “I love you”. The next time I thrust into her, she raised her hips to meet me and we were soon fucking wildly. Her first orgasm arrived with little warning. She gasped loudly as her body shook. She thrust her hips hard up to meet me and her vagina spasmed around my cock. I thrust hard into her and came a second after her, three spurts shooting up from my cock. As we came down from our high, I collapsed onto my side, pulling her with me and kissed her. I held onto the condom as I withdrew my cock and wrapped it in some toilet paper I had left conveniently on the bedside drawers. She leaned over and kissed me. “That was the most amazing thing that happened to me in my whole life. Thank you so much. I’m so lucky to have such an incredible lover for my first time. Virginity is definitely overrated!” “Sounds like you enjoyed your first time as much as I did mine! You were so sexy.” We lay there for ten minutes or so and then I felt her hand reaching for my cock and grasping it. It soon sprang to life again. “Wow!” Jenny said. “Can we do it again?” “It looks like we can” I replied, laughing, pinching her nipple and then reaching for another condom. The second time was even better than the first and I managed to give her two more orgasms before I came. The third time was better still and she had three wild orgasms before I came. Exhausted, we both fell asleep, cuddled in our favourite spooning position. We woke up during the night to go to the toilet, which we did together. Afterwards, Jenny patiently brought me to a full erection again with her mouth and then put a condom on. She then lay on her back, pulled me between her open legs and guided my cock into her waiting vagina. It took a long time for me to come and her orgasms seemed almost continuous. Chapter 7: Thursday The next morning, we were woken by a knock on the door. “You’ll miss breakfast if you don’t hurry!” Sue shouted. We thanked her and went straight to the bathroom together, had a quick shower and just made it to breakfast in time which was fortunate as we were both ravenous. While we were waiting for the cooked part of the breakfast to arrive, Sue look hard, first at Jenny and then at me. “Jenny, why are you bright-eyed and even bubblier than normal, while Jeff is looking totally exhausted?” Sue asked with a big grin. “And now you’re blushing a really bright shade of red, Jenny!” Dave added. “Leave Jenny alone! Can’t she just be happy?” I asked. Sue persisted “Jenny, was he good to you?” Jenny just blurted out “If you must know, he was wonderful. As I told him, it was the most amazing thing that has happened to me in my whole life! Virginity is so overrated!” “That’s what I keep trying to convince Sue!” Dave said. “I know that Jenny will give Sue a blow-by-blow account, but please don’t tell anyone else, either of you” I asked. “Of course we won’t, but I might wink at Jenny occasionally to get her to blush like that again!” Dave promised. “You’re horrible!” Jenny replied, laughing. After breakfast, we went down to the beach as usual and walked up to our usual secluded spots in the dunes. When we were alone, I asked Jenny “why don’t you just take off your cossie when you’re sunbathing?” “Wow!” Jenny replied. “Promise to cover me up if anyone comes close enough to see?” “I promise” I said. “I don’t want anyone looking at your sexy body but me!” She grinned and took off her bathing costume, so that she was sunbathing, completely nude. “You’re so beautiful!” I exclaimed. “I’m not! You just like to ogle me naked!” Jenny replied. “You are! But I do!” I said, laughing. I was enjoying rubbing sun lotion on her back and firm bottom, so I was not going to argue. After half an hour or so she turned over and I rubbed sun lotion on her tits, tummy and legs. After another half hour, I shouted “Time!” To stop her getting sunburnt and Jenny reluctantly got up, put on her cossie and we went for a swim. Sue saw us and they both joined us in the sea. Afterwards we walked back down the beach and got fish and chips for lunch. As we went back to the beach, a photographer came up to us. “Can I take your photo?” he asked. When he promised to have the prints ready for the next day, we agreed and he took a photo of us all walking down the beach, holding hands together and laughing. We asked him to print four copies of the photo. We swam and sunbathed some more in the afternoon until it was time to go back for dinner. After dinner I wandered into town with Jenny, the other two agreed to meet us outside the cinema when the film started at 8. We walked through the funfair as it was on the way and Jenny noticed a ‘Lucky Dip’ where you put in a coin and had a minute to use the remote arms to pick up a prize. “Get me the ring!” she laughed. I manoeuvred the arms and managed to pick up a small plastic bag containing the ring she wanted. It was a good imitation of an engagement ring, the tinted glass ‘diamond’ looking almost real. “I’ll wear it when we get back home to wind our parents up!” she laughed. “I would like to buy you a ring though” I said. “It’s a bit early for an engagement ring but is there such a thing as a lover’s ring?” “I’d really like that!” Jenny exclaimed, “but whatever you do, don’t call it a lover’s ring when my parents are around!” We found a jeweller just along the road and walked in. We explained to the young assistant what we wanted and she found the perfect little ring which fitted Jenny’s ring finger. It looked just like a wedding ring at first sight, but it was made of pewter rather than gold. We grinned at each other and I bought it, leaving me with little spare cash for the next couple of days. We found a chemist, just along the main road as Jenny said she needed some girl stuff. I stood back while she explained to the young male assistant what she wanted. “So, your vagina is a bit sore?” he asked. “Yes” Jenny replied, blushing bright red. “I have just the thing and your boyfriend can also use it if his penis is sore too” the assistant said, rather too loudly. Jenny quickly bought the ointment and we rushed out of the shop, laughing. We met up with Dave and Sue outside the cinema and went in to watch Cliff Richard in the musical ‘Summer Holiday’, about a group of teenagers driving a red London bus to Greece. Dave and I wanted to sit on the back row so that we could snog the girls but they wanted to sit halfway back in the middle to get the best view. I surprised myself by enjoying it. OK, it was a bit corny, but his backing band, the Shadows were good and Cliff’s love interest, Lauri Peters was really cute. When the film finished, we walked back to the guest house. “Can we go to Greece next year?” Jenny asked. “Better start saving up” Dave replied. Jenny and I went into the bathroom to brush our teeth, then went into ‘our’ bedroom, hardly believing that we were going to spend another night sleeping together. I took my clothes off ready for bed, but Jenny just stripped down to her knickers and put her nightie on, before getting into bed with me. We kissed and I said “Why did you put your nightie and knickers on?” “Because it feels so sexy when you take them off!” Jenny replied, grinning. I kissed her and teased her by fondling her tits through her nightie and playing with her pussy through her wet knickers, getting her really aroused. She reached for my cock and moved down to suck it. As she had said the night before, she was a natural cock-sucker and it was not long before I shot my first load of the night into the back of her mouth. She had no trouble swallowing it and the next three spurts. I knew she was expecting me to take her nightie and knickers off and suck her pussy, but I left them on. I pushed her nightie up to just below her tits and started making love to her tummy with my mouth. I kissed and licked all around it and she giggled as I pushed my tongue into her tummy button. I moved up to kiss her then got hold of either side of her knickers and she lifted her hips for me to take them off. I didn’t! Instead, I slipped the back off to reveal her bum and pulled the front down to her pussy, so that her bush of curly pubic hair was exposed. I traced my fingers down the crease between her thighs and her mons, then combed my fingers through her bush. I slid my fingers down, inside her knickers to grasp her labia. She gasped and pushed me over on my back to straddle me. “I’m going to fuck you!” she shouted. “Young ladies don’t fuck, they make love!” I replied, laughing. “Well I’m going to fuck!” Jenny replied. “Just take my fucking knickers off and stop teasing!” I did and she was immediately straddling me again. She checked my cock, presumably to see if it was hard enough. It definitely was, so she rolled a condom on and positioned herself with my cock at the entrance to her vagina. She impaled herself in one smooth push with a little squeal and then started fucking me as she had promised, slowly at first then faster as she rolled her clit against my pubis on every thrust. I reached up to grab her tits under her nightie and as her first orgasm approached, I pinched her nipples to push her over the top into a screaming orgasm. I continued thrusting up into her and she soon resumed bouncing up and down on my cock. After a couple more orgasms, I could hang on no longer, so I shot my load with a satisfied cry. She collapsed on top of me with my deflating cock still inside her. “Thank you for fucking me, sexy girl” I said. “I love you!” “You’d better!” Jenny replied. “I don’t fuck just anyone!” As my cock slid out, I pushed Jenny gently onto her back. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed. “Whats up?” Jenny asked, concerned. “I didn’t have a condom on!” I panicked. Jenny giggled, reached down to her pussy and pulled the condom out of her vagina. She held it up, dangling it in front of my face, laughing. For me, the thought that I could have got her pregnant was a major show-stopper. Jenny had to work hard with her mouth and hand to get me hard enough for her to put another condom on me. She impaled herself on my cock again and was soon fucking me wildly. After three more orgasms, I came with her. When I slipped out of her, I disposed of the condom and we cuddled up into our favourite spooning position. “Can I take your nightie off, Jenny?” I asked. “No! You teased me earlier, so it’s staying on!” she replied, laughing. However, we were both tired and were soon asleep Chapter 8: Friday Sue had to wake us up again in the morning so that we did not miss breakfast. We showered, dressed and went down to join them. After breakfast, we again walked up the beach to our favourite spot in the dunes. Without hesitation, Jenny stripped off completely and lay down on her towel on her front, wiggling her bum suggestively to get comfortable. I never tired of staring at her lovely bottom and she knew it, but after a while she got impatient. “Stop staring at my bum, you pervert and put some sun lotion on before I burn!” “It’s not my fault you have such a sexy bum!” I replied. “And while I really like you massaging it into my bum cheeks, don’t forget the rest!” she added. When I had finished her back, I put lotion on myself. Since my ‘accident’, I had always put my own lotion on. I then lay down on my back to keep a lookout for my naked girlfriend. After an hour or so, Dave suddenly appeared through the high grass behind us, followed by Sue. Jenny was lying on her back and I immediately threw my t-shirt over her to cover her sexy bits. “You might have come over via the beach!” Jenny shouted, “so we can see you before you get too close!” “I don’t get to see your sexy naked body that way!” Dave replied with a big smile. “Look the other way while I put my cossie on” Jenny instructed. Dave reluctantly did and then we raced down to the sea for a swim. After another half-hour drying off in the sun, we walked back down the beach to get some lunch, returning afterwards to our favourite spot for a game of soccer, a swim and more sunbathing. At the end of our last full day at the beach, we wandered back to the guest house and headed upstairs to shower and change. Jenny and I got into the bathroom first, stripped and were soon in the shower together, soaping each other’s sweaty bodied. “I think I now have the cleanest tits, pussy and bum in the whole of Skegness!” Jenny laughed. “Can you do the other bits, please?” I had to kneel down to wash her feet, but the shower cubicle was quite small, so I found my face almost next to her pussy. Of course, I did not waste the opportunity to lick between her labia, while washing between her toes. I had forgotten that she was so ticklish and she fell on top of me giggling, causing the door to fly open with foam and water splashing out and onto the bathroom floor. Jenny could not stop laughing, so I had to lift her up and close the door. We spent a while mopping up the bathroom floor with our swim towels, hoping they would be dry by morning. Sue and Dave were getting impatient knocking on the bathroom door, so we walked out, totally naked to finish off drying in our bedroom. Jenny put on her sexiest fitted minidress, which showed a lot of cleavage and bare back. She also put on some makeup so that she could easily pass for 18. I put on slacks and a dress shirt, still looking like a 17-year-old. After dinner, we all walked into town, quite early to catch the photographer’s before they closed. We were all pleased with the photo. I still treasure my copy 50 years later. We wandered down to the jazz club and the doorman recognised us. True to his word, he let us in for free and we soon found a table. Dave and I went up to the bar and ordered pints of bitter for ourselves and halves of cider for the girls. By the time we got back to the table, the band had started and both girls had been whisked away by a couple of older boys to dance. Dave and I sat down to enjoy our pints, but two girls started flirting with us and we were soon dancing with them. “Don’t worry” the pretty blond girl I was dancing with grinned. “Your girl is dancing with my boyfriend. She’s so sexy and he’s trying to make me jealous!” She seemed to think this was all good fun, so I joined in when the next slow dance started and grabbed her bum as she put her arms around my neck and we kissed. She pushed her hips into me, then laughed as the number ended and she pulled away. “Thanks for the dance” she said. “Ask me later if you want to wind up your girlfriend!” I returned to our table where the girls were already sitting. Jenny looked a bit worried. “Did you enjoy snogging the sexy blond?” she asked. “She’s super sexy but she can’t compete with you!” I replied. “Right answer!” Jenny said, laughing. We had a fun evening, swapping partners and dancing with our lovers. Towards the end of the evening, Jenny went up to the band and asked, apologetically, knowing it was not their usual style, if they could play the Drifters ‘Don’t forget who’s taking you home’ as the last tune. They laughed and agreed on condition that we sang with them. They played even better than the original and after the few drinks we had had, we thought our singing was at least as good, but probably because it was drowned out by everone else in the club joining in. We left, saying goodnight to lots of the fun people we had met and wandered back towards the guest house. “It was really hot in there and I was hoping for some cooling fresh air outside, but it’s not cooled down much this evening” Sue said. “I’m really hot and sweaty” Dave said. “Should we go for a moonlight swim to cool off?” “You’re on your own!” Sue replied. Jenny and I looked at each other and grinned. When we got back, we went into our bedrooms and I put a couple of towels into a bag and slipped in a packet of condoms, just in case. When the others were quiet and we could hear Dave snoring, we sneaked downstairs and out of the front door, being very careful to close it quietly. We were soon on the beach and walking up to our favourite spot, holding hands. As we got further from the town, the beach was deserted with the moonlight sparkling on the water. “It’s so romantic, Jeff” Jenny said dreamily. “It’s such a pity it’s our last night” I replied. “You said I couldn’t get pregnant during the three days before my period” Jenny said, tentatively. “Well, my period is due on Sunday, so, if you’re sure, we don’t need condoms tonight. I want your naked cock to shoot it’s stuff right up into my body.” I dropped the bag of towels in the sand and we kissed and snogged for a few minutes. I then grabbed the hem of her minidress and she raised her hands as I slid it up and off. She took my shirt and slacks off and then, without any hesitation, pulled my underpants down to my ankles for me to step out of. I slid her knickers off too and both totally naked, we ran holding hands, across the sand and into the sea. We dived into the small waves, swam around for a while, then surfaced, holding both of each other’s hands and grinning at each other. We kissed and soon had our arms around each other, enjoying the feeling of our wet naked bodied sliding together. Jenny put her arms around my neck and jumped up to put her legs around my waist. My throbbing, erect cock was just above her pussy, so when she slipped down a little, my cock slid straight up into her cunt. It felt amazing, even hotter than usual. She gasped and started bouncing up and down on my cock. It was not long before a larger than usual wave knocked us over. I slid out of her and we swam to the shore, laughing. We resumed our kissing with the small waves lapping around our ankles. My cock was rubbing against her tummy, so I grabbed both bum cheeks, lifted her and lowered her onto my hard cock as she gasped. She put her legs back around me and we were soon fucking wildly. “Can we make love lying on the sand?” she asked. I walked her awkwardly up the beach to the soft, dry sand and lay her down, my cock still embedded in her cunt. I was soon ramming my cock into her as she moaned and squealed. I knew I was about to lose it, but fortunately Jenny’s orgasm was building too. She screamed as I thrust in hard, my spunk shooting up my cock and right into her spasming cunt. She shouted louder as the second, third and fourth spurts hit her cervix. We were both panting hard and it took some time to recover. Eventually, Jenny said “That was amazing! I could feel your stuff shooting right up inside me.” “I could feel your cunt rippling around my cock, it was truly amazing!” I agreed. Soon we were both getting cold, so we quickly ran back into the sea to rinse off the sand, before running back up the beach. I grabbed a towel to put around her, then one for myself. We were both now shivering, so rubbed each other down and quickly put our clothes back on. We ran back along the beach to warm up, laughing all the way. When we arrived back at the guest house, we very quietly crept inside only for Sue to startle us as she came out of the bathroom. “Where have you two been?” she asked, surprised. “Just for a little romantic stroll along the beach in the moonlight” Jenny replied, grinning. “Your swimmers are still hanging up in the bathroom and your hair is wet!” Sue exclaimed. “Have you been midnight swimming, naked?” We both blushed a bright shade of red and Sue just said “Wow!” before going back into her bedroom. We went into our room, draped our wet towels over a couple of chairs, stripped and got into bed. “Make love to me all night, Jeff” Jenny asked sexily, “and shoot as much of your hot spunk into my cunt as you can.” I certainly tried my best, giving her numerous orgasms and shooting inside her until my balls were totally drained. We both fell asleep some time in the early hours, wrapped in each other’s arms and totally exhausted. Chapter 9: Saturday When Sue woke us for breakfast the next morning, Jenny noticed my morning woody and insisted on riding it, before we got up to shower, not that I complained. After breakfast, we all went down to the beach for our last swim and some sunbathing. We grabbed a bite to eat, then returned to the guest house to pack. As we were leaving, Bill and Maggie were there to see them off. We all thanked them for an unforgettable week and promised to return the next summer. “It’s been a pleasure to have you four well-behaved teen staying” Maggie said. “Say hello to your parents for us” Bill added. We walked to the coach station and arrived in plenty of time. Our coach was already there, so we got on board and took over the seat along the back of the coach. Jenny and I slept most of the way home, sprawled around each other. When we arrived, just after 8 o’clock, our parents were there to meet us. “You’ve all got nice tans, did you enjoy your week?” Jenny’s Mum asked. “It was the best week of my life!” Jenny exclaimed, showing her Mum the fake engagement ring on her finger. Her Mum gasped but mine look at me with a disapproving glare. I couldn’t help laughing as Jenny explained it wasn’t real. Jenny’s Mum looked disappointed but mine looked relieved. My Dad thought it was hilarious. When it came to saying goodbye, Jenny was in tears and we held each other, kissing passionately. “Thank you for the most amazing holiday” I whispered. “Thank you for making my first time so wonderful!” Jenny whispered back. The End

The Trailer Park: The Fifth Year: Part 2: Music and Lyrics A Story in the Wynter/Trailer Park Universe by Wizard Copyright© 2008 by Wizard Chapter 1 "Do you want the good news or the bad news?" I finished twisting my combination and opened my locker before looking at Ricky. "Christmas vacation just ended. I haven't been back in school three minutes yet. There can't be bad news." "Winter break," Robbie corrected. Tami and I had driven her to school. Her little Honda, Rodrigo, was getting a tune up. Ricky just smiled. "Okay, I'll play," I said reluctantly. "What's the good news?" "Schedule's out for baseball," Ricky said holding up a piece of paper. "And the bad?" Robbie prompted. "Schedule's out for baseball." He handed the paper to me. I looked down at it, Tami and Robbie reading it over my arms. We had a tournament over spring break in Coeur d'Alene. Then a couple more pre-season games, one in Seattle, the other in Vancouver. Then... "Lake." I looked up at Ricky, and he nodded. "Dad says Rich is still officially the football coach at Lake. So are we going to have our short stop and second base?" I looked at Robbie. She shrugged. "We haven't even made the team yet. Try-outs aren't till February." Ricky shook his head. "You two made it as freshmen and sophomores. You ain't getting beat out now. Hell, last year you were barely talking to each other and still turned more double plays than anybody else in the state." Tinkers to Evers to Chance had nothing on Sims to Tate to Calloway. Chicago Cubs eat your heart out. "I'm surprised Lake hasn't dumped him yet," Tami said. "Dad says that Mr. Reed told him that people keep bringing it up at the school board meetings, but the board keeps tabling it for later discussion. Mr. Reed thinks they're hoping the whole mess will go away." "Can we worry about this next week? Some of us have a gymnastics team to whip into shape." "He just likes checking out little girls in leotards," Robbie whispered loudly. "That's 'cause the high school doesn't have a team so he can check out big girls in leotards," Tami added. I cocked my head and gave her my best 'et tu?' look as I closed my locker and the bell rang. "So what do you think?" Tami and I were headed for journalism. Normally we had it second period, but with the short three-day week, the journalism staff needed to get a jump if we were going to have a paper on Friday. Tami stopped on the stairs, cocked her head, and looked at the ceiling for several seconds. "Eighty-seven." "Darn. I was hoping for ninety by the start of school." Tami grinned and shrugged. "I calls 'em as I sees 'em." I doffed an imaginary hat and bowed with several flourishes. "I bow to your insight." Tami giggled, then continued down the stairs. "As well you should." I followed her. We'd been rating Robbie's recovery. We figured she was about fifty percent her old self the night of the Winter Concert, and she'd been improving bit by bit ever since. Darlene was waiting outside the journalism room. "I've decided. I'm going to go for it." "Go for what?" Tami asked. "I'm going to emancipate." I knew that Christmas had been hard for her. Her mom had wanted her to be home with her family, but Darlene remembered Thanksgiving and celebrated with Robbie and her dad instead. She'd had one call from her step-dad—one that I knew about anyway. He'd accused her of ruining the holidays for her mom and sisters. Robbie said she'd cried for hours. Warning bells. Loud ones. "I'm not sure that's a good idea." "Why?" Darlene seemed surprised. "You're the one who suggested it." "It was Robbie actually." "So?" "So we've got a status quo. I'm not sure we should mess with that." Now it was Tami's turn to look surprised. "What happened to Viva le Revolution?" "That was last year. I've matured." The snorting sound Tami made suggested less than total agreement. "Here's the thing," I said, laying both hands on Darlene's shoulders and looking into her eyes. "We've got a status quo. You're out of the house and out of his reach. If you go for emancipation, we could lose and some idiot judge might order you back into Steve's house. Then Robbie's dad could get some headaches over harboring you if you don't go." "I thought you said I had a good chance. Or was that Robbie too." "Robbie said it, but I agreed. And I still think you have a good chance. But it's still a chance. You never know about judges. It seems that logic and law don't have a lot to do with each other." "Oh." "But if Steve tries to force her back?" Tami asked. "Then we go all out for emancipation. We even investigate the judge and blackmail him if we have too." "What about bribery?" "Blackmail's cheaper." Darlene looked thoughtful as she headed up the stairs to her first period class. I'm not sure I convinced her. It's tough when you have a hard decision to make, finally make it, then get it shot down. I watched her go, then walked past the journalism room to the empty classroom beside it. I went in and sat down at the table. Tami followed me. "What?" "I can't do this anymore," I sighed. Tami cocked her head and waited. "I am so tired of problems. Other people's problems." Tami crossed the room and settled on my lap. She looked thoughtful. "So stop." "Stop?" "Don't care. When someone tells you their problem, tell them to deal with it." "But... ?" "The world will keep turning without you. Allie would have survived her F. She isn't going to be a math or science major, anyway. Darlene might not be happy, but she'd survive at home. And Robbie, well, Robbie would have got over it. Sooner or later." I stared. "She's the problem you know. Robbie, not Darlene." I opened my mouth but nothing came out. "Robbie was a rock. She was a constant in your universe. When she crumbled, so did you a little bit." After a long moment I nodded. Tami was right. Robbie bothered me more than I wanted to admit, even to myself. "How'd you get so smart?" "I read while my boyfriend's at football practice." Bobbi Bradley was waiting for me as Tami and I came out of the middle school gym. She and her sister Billie had been watching the gymnastics team practice. Robbie had said something about Billie wanting to try out for the team next year, and I made a mental note to see if I could swing a scholarship for her at the club. I knew her family was doing better financially, but every little bit helps. "Tony, can I talk to you?" Bobbi asked quietly. Tami squeezed my hand as I nodded, hoping that Bobbi was about to hit me up for a scholarship. "Alone," she added. Tami squeezed again, then let go of my hand. "I never get to see you anymore," she said to Billie, leading her toward my car. I took a deep breath. Maybe all she wanted was scholarships for the twins too. "What can I do for you?" Bobbi opened her mouth, then looked away as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. "You know, my fourth favorite of all the Bradley girls, there's nothing you can say that will make me like you less." "Fourth favorite?" "Well, Billie's got bigger tits, and the twins are cuter." "I guess I can live with that." Traci and Kelly came out of the gym. I flicked my eyes toward Tami and Billie, and they walked over to them. "I, uh, I don't want to be a virgin anymore," Bobbi stammered. Just when you think life can't throw you anymore surprises. I had no idea what to say to that. "I, um, okay." "I've been going out with Josh Lee for a while. I think it's time." If my sister has been telling the whole middle school that I'm their one-stop shop for rubbers, I was finally going to be an only child. "Has he been pressuring you?" I knew Josh. He was a friend of Peter's. Seemed like a good kid. "No. Nothing like that. He's been cool. I just think it's time to take the next step." "There's no rush. You're only a freshman." "You and Tami were in seventh." Technically eighth, since it was in the summer. "And you and Robbie did it in eighth." Has somebody written my biography and not told me? "I think I'm ready," she declared. "That's what's important," I agreed. "I kinda wanted you to be the first," she mumbled. "Excuse me!" From the corner of my eye I saw Tami and the girls look our way. "What did you say?" I asked a little softer. "It's just that, well, Josh is a virgin. At least, I'm pretty sure he is. I thought the first time might be better with someone experienced. And Robbie said..." "Never mind what Robbie said." I decided Robbie needed a spanking, even if she wasn't completely back to her old self. Come to think of it, spanking her now might be safer. "I don't think it would be a good idea." Bobbi's face sagged. "You don't want to do it with me," she said with the quiet acceptance of someone facing years of therapy. "Bobbi, of course I want to. You're beautiful. And your tits may not be as big as Billie's, but they're perkier, and to me that's more important. But I'm in love with Tami. I'm trying to be faithful to her." "But you did all those girls on your trip," Bobbi blurted, then blushed. "I heard Robbie and Darlene talking about it." Maybe Robbie wasn't the only one getting spanked. "That was different." Boy, was that different. "Besides, I haven't been with anyone else since we got back." "You haven't? What about Robbie? The night we moved in." "Well, according to one esteemed ex-president, oral sex doesn't count. Besides, that was a special circumstance. I was trying to take her mind off of killing me." Bobbi grinned. "That was a mean trick." I grinned back and nodded. "You really don't want to do it with me?" "You weren't listening. I really do want to do it with you, but I'm in love with Tami. I guess you've figured out that Tami and I have a weird kind of relationship, but right now I'm trying monogamy, 'cause even if she doesn't mind the other girls, I think it's what she deserves. Besides, your first time should be with someone special, someone you really care about." "I know," she said softly. I was glad she was looking down at my feet and couldn't see me blush. "You know, all my sisters are in love with you. The only thing the twins argue about is which one's going to marry you." "I..." "Even my mom a little bit." Bobbi looked up at me, her head cocked to the side. The lady in question chose that moment to pull her minivan into the parking lot and tap her horn. Bobbi leaned forward and quickly kissed me before skipping away. "Think about it," she yelled over her shoulder as she and her sister jumped in the back of the van. One of the twins was sitting in the front seat and waved. "Believe it," I said under my breath. As they drove off, I walked over to Tami and slipped my arm around her. I stood there for almost a minute, just feeling her nearness. "You know," I said finally. "Getting involved ain't such a bad thing." Tami just grinned and pressed against me. Chapter 2 "Shall we give him some space?" Tami grinned. "We'd better. I've got delicate ears, and you're a teacher and might inhibit what he has to say." Tami kissed me on the cheek, then followed Miss Calloway and the bus driver off the bus. I turned in my seat. Some of the new girls were standing in the aisle, but all of last year's crew were sitting quietly. "Settle!" I said sharply, standing and blocking the aisle. Nobody moved. "Now!" I said louder. The girls took seats. "Well, the first meet's over," I said after looking at them for several seconds. "And we lost again..." I was going to add, 'but only by four-tenths of a point, and we were in it all the way, ' but I saw Cheyenne Morris mumble something to Marissa Ling sitting next to her. I stopped and stared at her. "I didn't catch that." Cheyenne blushed but returned my stare. "I said," she said after several seconds, "we could have won if you'd let me go all-around." I nodded. "You're probably right." She looked surprised. "You had a great meet. But I and your other coaches decided to compete you in only two events, and that's that." "But I am so much better than Kelly and Abbie." Three and five seats behind her I saw the two girls go red. "Could be. But I chose Kelly to go all-around 'cause I knew I could depend on her. She always turns in a good performance." Kelly beamed. "Except maybe when she has a cold," I said to remind her of a meet last year. "And I..." I emphasized the "I " as hard as I could, "wanted to see how Abbie would do." "And we all know how good that was," Cheyenne said sarcastically. Abbie looked ready to cry. She had not had a great meet, scoring only a thirty point four compared to Kelly's thirty-five point three. "Traci, would you and Abbie go in and remind Miss Calloway to try and get one big table?" Traci nodded, understanding I wanted the seventh grader off the bus. She took Abbie's hand and led her past me and out the door. I strode down the aisle until I was standing next to Cheyenne, towering over her. "If you ever trash another girl's performance like that again, don't bother coming back." Cheyenne stared defiantly up at me. I turned and moved back to my original spot. "And that goes for the club team too." "You can't..." I spun and stared at her again. "Try me." I don't know if she believed me, but her face lost most of its color. I looked around at all the young faces staring at me. "I want you to remember something. Last year, it was easy. We usually didn't even have enough girls on each event and had to enforce a draft. That's how Traci wound up doing bars and vault. She didn't volunteer; I pushed her." "But this year, we have extra girls on every event so we have to choose. When Tami, Stephy, Miss Calloway, and I got together last night, we were trying to put together the best team. Not just to win, which we almost did, but to help all of you develop. Sometimes we may get it right, or sometimes we'll get it wrong. But we are the coaches and it's our decision. Does anyone besides Cheyenne have a problem with that?" Cheyenne glared, but the other girls all shook their heads. "Your job as gymnasts is to practice real hard and make our choices real difficult. And to support each other in practice," I again focused on Cheyenne, "and in the meets. If someone does good, pat her on the back. If she blows it, give her a hug and let her know it's all right." "If you think you're not getting the meet time you deserve, you can come and talk to any of your coaches, or all of us." I was still looking straight at Cheyenne. "As long as your complaint is about your performance and not one of your teammates." I looked around the group again. "If it's a team problem, have your captain, Kelly, come to us." "Your pet," Cheyenne mumbled. "I didn't catch that," I prompted. "I said she's your favorite." Kelly blushed, and I smiled at her. "She sure is. Because there's nobody on this team who works harder, and nobody who supports her teammates better." "Is that why you took her to a dance last year? I heard all about it." "No. I took her because she was beautiful. You should have seen her." "And made her captain." "Nope, that one you can't blame on me. The team voted her captain. In fact only two other girls got votes." Cheyenne had the grace to blush since she'd been the only one to vote for herself. Kelly had voted for Traci--I recognized the handwriting--but everyone else picked my favorite munchkin. "But you..." "Enough!" I interrupted. "Cheyenne, if you want to continue this, I'll be happy to talk to you tomorrow. Or you can talk to Miss Calloway if you think I'm not being fair. Everybody else, what I was meaning to say was that you may have lost, but everybody worked hard, and we were neck and neck right down to the wire." I stepped back between two seats. "Now you better get something to eat before they close this joint." Kelly was the first one up, and as she got to me she gave me a quick hug. 'Great, ' I thought, 'that'll help my reputation for favoritism.' But then Susie Calloway gave me a hug too. Then Brianna Lane. One by one, all the girls gave me a hug as they passed. All except Cheyenne who just glared as she walked past. Alone on the bus, I sat back and shook my head. And I want to do this for a living. I must be nuts. I wondered if her parents would mind if Cheyenne didn't come home. I'd heard she had a little sister who was really nice. They'd be better off. I got up and went in to see if there was any pizza left for me. Chapter 3 "Are you ready to party?" Several hundred voices answered Tami, though I didn't have a clue what they said. "Just a couple things before we start. This concert is sponsored by the Junior Class Prom Committee. We're planning to raise more money for the prom this year than ever before." Cheers. Mostly from the students, but some of the grown-ups joined in. "You may know that last year, we had one of the best proms ever, and it didn't cost hardly anything. We figure if we can raise lots of money, and then pull off another cheap prom, then the organizing committee can have their final meeting in Jamaica." A few boos. "And just who might be on the committee," Ricky Calloway yelled from the audience. "Well, Tony Sims, and Robbie Tate." Tami turned to walk off the stage, then turned back to the audience. "And me." "You better spend the money on the prom," someone yelled. "Jamaica would never survive." "Sending Tony and Monster Girl is probably an act of war," someone else added. It went downhill from there. Traci was singing Stupid Cupid, a song that Mandy Moore did for a movie I couldn't remember off the top of my head, though I thought Connie Francis did it better back in the fifties. And Jordon McCoy on American Juniors beat them both. With Traci, all three of them had competition. I was looking out the wings at the audience and mentally counting the cash. At three dollars a head for students and five for adults, the Back-to-School concert was racking it in for the Junior Class Prom Committee. I figured a thousand bucks easy, not counting concessions. One of Robbie's better ideas. Chad Davis started out. He'd turned the song's original eight-bar opening into a guitar solo that lasted about a minute-and-a-half. Not that he was the center of attention. On the partially darkened stage, I brought out a stool and set it in the center. Then Robbie walked out slowly and sat down. As Chad was finishing, a single light blue spot lit her face. "Look at what's happening to me, I can't believe it myself. Suddenly I'm up on top of the world, It should have been somebody else." Additional spots lit Chad along with Sally and Toby Reyes, while Robbie's spot widened to take in her whole body. "Believe it or not, I'm walking on air. I never thought I could feel so free. Flying away on a wing and a prayer. Who could it be? Believe it or not it's just me." Robbie got off her stool, walked to the edge and sat down, her feet dangling. The spot followed her. "It's like the light of a new day, It hit me from out of the blue. Breaking me out of the spell I was in, Making all of my wishes come true." I wondered if any of the kids out there knew this was the theme from a forgettable super-hero show from the seventies. "Believe it or not, I'm walking on air. I never thought I could feel so free. Flying away on a wing and a prayer. Who could it be? Believe it or not it's just me. This is too good to be true, Look at me, falling for you." Was it my imagination or did Robbie glace my way as she sang that? Then Traci walked out by the stool and cut loose on her sax for almost a minute. Sometimes I couldn't believe just how good the brat could be. "Believe it or not, I'm walking on air. I never thought I could feel so free. Flying away on a wing and a prayer. Who could it be? Believe it or not it's just me." Robbie sat there as Chad and the Reyes brought the music to an end. The applause was deafening. Robbie grinned and waved at the audience, then the spots died and she disappeared into the darkness. "For some reason, Tami thought this would be a good song for me. Personally, I don't get it," I said standing in the middle of the stage. Chad started strumming his guitar, making it sound more twangy than usual. After all, this song was supposed to have a sort of shit-kicker feel to it. "Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble, When you're perfect in every way." The audience laughed. I turned to Chad and waved my arms for him to stop, then turned back to the audience. I tried to look stern. "That's not the funny part. You're not supposed to laugh yet. Now, let's try it again. Chad started on his guitar again. "Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble, When you're perfect in every way." I can't wait to look in the mirror, Cuz I get better looking every day." The audience laughed again. I gave them my best scowl, but kept singing. "To know me is to love me, I must be a hell of a man. Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble, But I'm doing the best that I can. I used to have a girlfriend, But I guess she just couldn't compete, With all of these love-starved women, Who keep clamoring at my feet. Well I'll probably find me another, But I guess they're all in awe of me. Who cares, I never get lonesome, 'Cause I treasure my own company." More laughter, go figure. "Oh Lord it's hard to be humble, When you're perfect in every way. I can't wait to look in the mirror, I get better looking each day. To know me is to love me, I must be a hell of a man. Oh Lord it's hard to be humble, But I'm doing the best that I can. I guess you can say I'm a loner, A cowboy outlaw tough and proud. Well I could have lots of friends if I wanted But then I wouldn't stand out from the crowd." I couldn't help grinning as the audience laughed again. "Some folks say that I'm egotistical. Hell, I don't even know what that means. I guess it has something to do with the Way that I fill out my skin tight blue jeans." I turned and wiggled my butt at the audience before starting the chorus. "Oh Lord it's hard to be humble When you're perfect in every way. I can't wait to look in the mirror Cuz I get better looking each day. To know me is to love me. I must be a hell of a man. Oh Lord it's hard to be humble But I'm doing the best that we can." Tami had written a last verse just for me to the Mac Davis standard. "I also have a fast sports car, You can't drive it, don't bother to ask, And if you're into to academics, Beat Robbie for head of the class. I used to play some football, In front of huge screaming crowds. But it always gave me a headache, 'Cause the cheering, it got way too loud." Somebody yelled, "Go Rebels!" "Oh Lord it's hard to be humble When you're perfect in every way. I can't wait to look in the mirror Cuz I get better looking each day. To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man. Oh Lord it's hard to be humble But I'm doing the best that I can." Most of the auditorium was singing along by the time I got to the last line. "I still don't know why Tami thought that was a perfect song for me. Or why you kept laughing. But the prom committee hopes you had a good time. Good night and drive safe." Chapter 4 "You're kidding, right?" I grinned and kept packing the back of Mom's mini-van. Tami looked up and surveyed the dark grey sky. "It's not that I don't want to, it's just..." I shoved in the last bundle and closed the rear door before it could fall back out. I grabbed Tami and pulled her into a tight embrace, pressing my mouth down against hers. "Tami, my love," I said a minute later, "do you want to stay home?" "No. But..." she looked back up at the sky. "This is all a cover and you have us booked into a hot tub suite at a Holiday Inn," she whispered hopefully. I kissed her on the nose, then turned her loose. "Oh ye of little faith." "I have faith. It's just..." she looked up at the sky a third time, and a large drop of water splashed against her forehead. I grinned, scooped her into my arms, and carried her to the open passenger door of the van. I placed her on the seat, then fastened a seat belt around her. I kissed her forehead where the raindrop had landed. "It's not even eight yet. Go to sleep, and everything will be better when you wake up." Tami looked skeptical, but smiled. I closed her door and walked around to the other side. As I got in behind the wheel, I saw Tami's eyelids already starting to droop. By the time I got onto I-90 heading east, Tami was gone. I took a CD off the dashboard and slid it into the player. A few seconds later the van filled with music. The first song was Precious and Few by a group named Climax. The song was from the mid-seventies, and I loved it as soon as I heard. Robbie had put together a CD of songs she thought I might want to steal. This was definitely one. "Wake up." Tami's eyelids fluttered as she struggled to open them. Finally one opened halfway. "Where are we?" "Beautiful Spokane, Washington. Home of the 1974 World's Fair." Both of Tami's eyes opened. "Why?" "Why not. You have somewhere better to be?" "I thought..." "Dangerous habit. Gets you into trouble most of the time. You might also notice the sky." Tami looked up through the windshield at the bright blue sky. "The rain... ?" "Is about eighty miles that-a-way," I said looking smug and flipping my thumb over my shoulder. "I hate you." "Sad but true. You have three choices. You can sit there and hate me, go back to sleep, or help me surprise Kelly." "Kelly?" I pointed at the building in front of us. A large colorful sign proclaimed TRIUMPH GYMNASTICS. "So this is all about your favorite munchkin," Tami accused. "Nope. Today is about you and me. This is just a side trip 'cause Kelly is bummed." "Why's she bummed?" "First meet of the year, for the club anyway, and her parents went to see Kenny. And her favorite coach is off doing something with his girlfriend who hates him." Tami shook her head as she unfastened her seat belt and stretched. "Is there any trouble you can't talk yourself out of?" I grinned and unfastened my own belt. "So far, no." We got out, and I took Tami's hand as we walked across the parking lot. At the door I paid the admissions rather than try to explain I was a coach showing up late. I spotted our group on beam, and Tami and I stepped over the rope separating the spectators from the competition, skirted the floor mat, and headed there. Kelly was just finishing her routine. She was holding a handstand like she was an alabaster statue. Then she snapped both feet down and stretched backward into a handspring, landing on the end of the beam and exploding upward into a full-twisting somi off the beam. She landed, a big smile on her face telling me that the first part of the routine had been as good as the ending. Her arms shot skyward as her chest puffed out. She held her pose for a second, dropped her arms, turned to the two grey-hared women who were judging her, and repeated it. "If you'd point your toes on that handstand, that might almost be a decent routine," I said from behind her. Kelly spun, her face darkening but then breaking into a grin as she spotted me. "Tony! You came." She evaporated from the landing mat and reappeared in my arms. I wondered if she could teach me that trick. Might come in handy for tackling stray halfbacks. "Would I miss my favorite munchkin's first meet?" Unfortunately, I didn't notice Cheyenne standing to the side until the words were out. I wondered if they'd come back to haunt me. Cheyenne tossed her head, then started putting chalk on the balls of her feet. "I thought you were doing something with Tami." I grinned and with all the flair I could muster indicated Tami. "Kelly, meet Tami. And we are doing something. We're watching your first meet." Kelly muttered something I didn't catch but that rhymed with mole, and I didn't think she was calling me a furry rodent that dug up lawns. "Kellyyyyy, do I need to spank?" "You wouldn't dare. I'm at a meet." I grinned and cocked my head. "You've known me how long?" Kelly's face turned red for a second. "Sorry." Then she brightened. "Did you see my routine? I hit everything!" "Just the end of it. But I saw something else." "But I did point my toes. I did!" "Of course you did," Tami said consolingly. "He's just being mean." I grinned. "I meant I saw that." I pointed to where the judges were sitting. They'd handed a piece of paper to a ponytailed girl about nine, who shared it with another ponytail who was putting numbers on a portable scoreboard. Kelly whirled. "Nine four five! that's my best beam ever." "You deserved it," Tami said hugging the girl. "I saw more of your routine than he did. He was too busy checking out those two girls on floor in the purple leotards." "I was scoping out the competition," I defended myself. "You, my love, were wondering what it would be like with twins," Tami said without malice then quickly kissed me to confirm her tone. Several of the girls 'ah'ed. I shot them all dirty looks, which led to giggling. "You know me so well my little jackalope." "Jackalope?" "Still working on the pet name thing." Tami grinned. "Keep working." "I thought you were kidding." It was almost four when I pulled into Potholes State Park. I pulled up in front of the office and stopped the van. "Would I kid about camping with the most beautiful girl in the state?" Tami looked stern. "Tony, you have a warped and weird sense of humor. You'd kid about anything." "Too true," I admitted. "But not about this." I got out and went inside to register. "Are you aware it's January?" she asked as I got back in a couple minutes later. "Let's see. Christmas, New Year's, school started. Yep, January." "Did you know that most people, at least in this hemisphere, consider January winter?" "One," I said as I put the van in gear and started driving. "Most people are not in love with this year's Bothwell Award winner." Tami beamed, though we both knew they hadn't even announced the finalists yet. "And two, my sleeping bag is rated to minus five, and all the weathermen in the state have promised, on their firstborns, that this weekend will be clear with a high in the mid-fifties and a low several degrees above freezing." Tami thought for a minute while I found our camping site. "Okay, just one question." "Shoot." "What are you going to do with all those children if they're wrong?" I laughed. And she says I have a weird sense of humor. "Sweatshops. It works for the Chinese." "We have one small problem," I said as I unloaded the van into the tent I'd set up. "What's that?" "Only one sleeping bag." "Really?" "I could be a gentleman and let you have it, but it is mine after all." "I suppose we could share," Tami suggested as if she'd just thought of it. "I was never much on sharing." "Anthony Marion Sims!" It always amazed me how she could sound like she was stomping her foot and not have to move a muscle. "Tonight, I'm climbing into that nice rated-for-five-below sleeping bag. If you're very nice, you can join me. If not you can sleep on the ground, the ground that your weathermen buddies say won't get colder than freezing. "Yes ma'am," I said after considering and discarding several snappy retorts. "Oh god, Oh god! I'm almost..." "So how far back do you think Robbie is?" I gasped. Tami froze in mid-thrust. "What? I grinned. "Come on, you can't tell me you didn't have an inconvenient question lurking in the back of your brain just waiting for this moment." "I ... I hate you," Tami said, collapsing against my chest. Then she kissed my nose. "No I don't." "Then finish what you started." Tami grinned, sat up, and started thrusting her hips against me again. Tami and I lay together, just enjoying each other's closeness. "Ninety-five percent." Tami said as I stared into the bottomless pools of her eyes. "That scene yesterday really helped." "She did seem to enjoy it," I agreed. Yesterday in school, Cody had been putting his moves on Carly Peterson when Robbie and I walked up. "Hi Cody. Hi Carly," Robbie said perkily. "So what category are you?" "Category?" Carly asked confused. "Probably ballerina," I suggested. "I don't think he has one of those yet." Carly still looked confused, so Robbie explained Cody's list while Cody stood, turning red and clenching and unclenching his fists. "What the hell was that all about?" Cody snapped after Carly had walked away with a snap of her head that told me Cody needed a new candidate. Robbie smiled sweetly. "Truth in advertising." "So what about this week?" Tami asked as consciousness slipped away. "If we lose, will that set her back." "I don't think so," I said, not sure the words were actually getting out my mouth. "She knows how subjective this part of the contest can be, will be. Maybe the judges don't like musicals, and we've lost before we've begun. Or maybe..." I have no idea what I'd been about to say as my brain shut down and I fell asleep in Tami's arms. When I woke and opened my eyes, Tami was lying there watching me. "Hi," I said. "Hi, yourself. 'Bout time you woke up. One of us is horny." "Only one of us?" "You talk too much," she accused, reaching down and wrapping a warm hand around my morning erection. "You're not the first to mention it." "Oh, shut up." To enforce her directive she pressed her lips against mine, her tongue worming it's way into my mouth. If everyone woke up like this, there'd never be another war. Hell, even the Democrats and Republicans might play nice. Tami rolled me onto my back and smoothly mounted me. "Insert rod-A into slot-B. Isn't that what you say all the sex stories you used to read were about?" I grinned up at her. She was sitting up as much as the sleeping bag would allow. "The good ones were about how to get there, or what came after. The bad ones were how many different slot-B's could rod-A get into. I think the record was about eight in a three-page story." "And your record is seven in three-and-a-half years?" I counted as Tami moved against me. Tami and Robbie, of course. The girls, Mikee and Kelly. That's four. The cousins make six and Darlene is seven. With Allie, Tabby and Alana as near misses. "Seven," I confirmed. "You're slacking," she half-accused, half-moaned. I started to say I'd do better, then remembered I was going to be monogamous. "So when ... oh, God ... when are you ... oh, I'm almost there ... when are you going to ... don't stop. Don't ever stop. I'm ... cumming!" She collapsed against my chest. My still-hard cock buried deep inside her. She grinned. "That was good." "Glad I could help." I rolled her onto her side and slowly fucked her toward my own climax. "So when are you going to pop her cherry?" I froze, but my cock didn't, choosing that moment to erupt. "Whose?" I stammered. "Bobbi's of course." Tami tried to look suspicious. "Why? How many cherries were you planning to pop this month?" "Bobbi's? How? When?" I hate when I have trouble forming sentences. "I wasn't planning to pop any." "What? She's not cute enough for you?" I decided that even the Atypical Edition of A Guy's Manual for Relationships couldn't help me here. What do you say when the love of your life is mad 'cause you won't have sex with another girl? "She's only a freshmen," I said, knowing it was lame before the words left my mouth. "And Kelly's an eighth grader who was how old when..." I sighed. "I know. But that's different." Tami scooted backward in the sleeping bag and my spent cock slipped from her. She watched my face, and I knew she was waiting for me to explain why it was different. If I said I was more mature or older and wiser, this was going to go downhill fast. "I'm trying to be a one-girl guy," I said finally. "We've had this discussion before. I've never asked you to settle just for me." I scooted up next to her, not for sex but for nearness. "Tami, my love, there's no settling involved." I kissed her nose, and she cuddled against me. "Who makes the best hamburgers in town?" Tami seemed startled at the change in direction. "Wendy's. But I wish we had one of those Fatburgers like they had in Denver." "So, tomorrow when we go home, if I take you to Wendy's instead of Micky-D's or BK, you're settling?" "That's different. Wendy's is my favo..." her voice faded. A minute later she kissed my nose. "What's your favorite cereal?" "Cocoa Krispies. You know that." "So how come you have Sugar Smacks and Apple Jacks in your cupboard too?" "Sometimes I like something diff,,, " now my voice faded. "You know, this argument could go in circles for a long time." "This isn't an argument. This is an intellectual discussion. Naked. In a sleeping bag." "More debates should be run this way." I leaned down and sucked her right tit into my mouth. "If they were, there'd be penalty points for trying to distract your opponent that way." "I'm distracting you?" I asked innocently, then went back to her tit. "Oh, yes," she moaned. The rest of the debate became nonverbal as I sank into the sleeping bag and worked my way south. "So what are you going to do?" "About what?" I asked though I knew what she wanted. Tami glared at me while I continued to pack the van. "About Bobbi." I sat down on the ice chest and looked up at her. "How did you get involved in this, anyway?" "She asked me," Tami said with a small giggle. "She asked you?" I repeated Tami nodded. "I guess she started thinking about this and talked to Robbie." "Her first mistake." Tami stuck her tongue before continuing. "They talked. Robbie wanted to make sure Bobbi was really ready. Then ... well, I'm not sure which one suggested your bod, but they decided you'd be a good first time." I sighed. It was a hell of a compliment, but still... "That day that you and your family did the brunch thing at the Holiday Inn, I was over at Robbie's, and Robbie conveniently disappeared and Bobbi asked me if it was okay." I grinned. "Awkward?" Tami grinned back. "I figured out what she wanted in a minute or two, but your mean streak must be rubbing off on me, 'cause I let her hem and haw almost twenty minutes to get it out. I mean, it's hard to just come out and say, 'Can I borrow your boyfriend to lose my virginity?'" "Robbie could have done it." Tami giggled. "If you and I hadn't had problems, she probably would have." I nodded. "What mean streak?" "I've seen the jokes you play on Traci." "She's a sister. Doesn't count as mean." Tami stuck her tongue out again. "So you gave Bobbi your blessing?" Tami nodded, then came over and sat across my legs. "You going to make a liar out of me?" "I don't know," I said honestly. "I haven't been with anyone else since the road trip." Tami giggled. "Resting up?" "Monogamy," I said with a smile. "I've never asked..." "Tam, haven't you ever wanted, maybe in the back of your mind, us to be a more traditional couple?" "Well..." "So we try monogamy for a year or two." "But all the girls..." " ... will, I'm sad to say, get along fine without me. None of them have been nuns." "But they like..." I smiled. "Tell you what. If I go back to fooling around with my harem, would you like a shot at Ricky?" "Ricky?" "How 'bout Cody? Robbie's making it hard for him to get any. Maybe Peter?" Tami giggled. "Think Traci will share?" "You could tell her you have experience with Temple threesomes." Tami turned bright red. "But, I've never wanted to do it with anybody else." "Okay, but when I say I don't want to do it with anybody else, you try to set me up to bust Bobbi's cherry." "That's different. I mean, well, you have a history." "So, I don't get a choice?" "No. Yes. I mean ... I ... will you at least think about Bobbi? You'd be good for her." I grinned. "Tami, this may surprise you, but a few teenaged girls have managed to lose their virginity without me." "But I want it to be good for her." "I do, too. I'll think about it." I gave her a little push, stood up, and put the ice chest in the back of the van. "There is one more little thing," Tami said with a sly smile that told me I wasn't going to like it. "What?" I closed the back of the van and surveyed our camp site for forgotten items. Tami stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me. "Ashley." "Ashley?" "Ashley Burke. You kind of promised to be her first when she was ready." I shook my head. "And you laugh when I say my life is complicated. What are you grinning about?" I asked as I put the van in drive after checking out of the ranger station. "I was just wondering if any of the weathermen around here have cute daughters." "Why?" "I was talking to the woman in the RV when you were inside. She said it hit twenty-six last night. I glared at Tami for a second then maneuvered onto the road. Maybe the secret of a good relationship was never talking. It just got you in trouble. Chapter 5 "I could get used to this." Robbie gave me a sideways glance. "You already are." I grinned back at her as we took another bow. It had been a hectic week. Monday we had a morning assembly where Mr. Reed and the school wished us luck. Afterward, Leslie Villers kissed me, then told me she was counting on us to bring a second Prentiss Award back to the school. No pressure or anything. We loaded into Mom's minivan, while I hoped she wasn't getting too used to my Mustang, and drove to the middle school where Kelly, Traci, and Suzie Calloway were just getting out of their own pep rally. Traci and Kelly squeezed in. Suzie was riding with her mom, and we headed out of town. Just as I got to the interstate we passed Luke Reese and Ricky Calloway, who'd run our stage crew and now were driving the U-Haul with all our sets and props. Our musicians and all their equipment were coming tomorrow. We got to Seattle and our hotel--The Prentiss Foundation had put us up in the Hilton, no less--and spent a mostly peaceful night. Mostly peaceful 'cause Mrs. Calloway, Suzie's mom, surprised at the lack of parental supervision, adopted the role of group mom. She was a nice lady and had some funny stories to tell, the funniest making Suzie turn bright red, but Tami and I wanted some privacy and alone time. We also wanted to keep her ignorant of the sleeping arrangements which had Tami and me in one room while keeping me ignorant of the sleeping arrangements that had Peter and Traci in another. Tuesday morning we saw our theater. This year's contest picked six regional finalists. Last year they'd had eight. The foundation had arranged for three theaters. Each group got three days for set-up and rehearsal. So there were performances on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, this week and next. The order of the plays had been drawn randomly. We got number two, so we performed this Friday. Anyway, early Tuesday morning we saw our theater, and I wondered if we should just pack up and go home. Save ourselves the embarrassment. Seattle has dozens of theaters, and we drew the Globe. After all the shots I'd taken at Shakespeare. We spent the morning getting sets in place while Luke and Ricky learned about the Globe's lighting and sound systems. We managed to get one full rehearsal in before heading back to the hotel and its spa. Wednesday was mostly bits and pieces. Our musicians were here, and we spent the day with them playing or us singing or talking while Robbie listened from various parts of the theater and Luke tried to adjust the finicky sound system to suit her. Wednesday night was the big dinner: the honchos from the foundation, the judges, and the three groups of nervous teenagers for this week. The judges were an interesting group. Seattle's deputy mayor and the state parks and recreation director represented the politicians. The military got two votes, one the base commander from Fort Lewis and the other the wing commander from McChord. I would have been more impressed if he'd flown F-15's or A-10's instead of C-17's, but I guess we all got to do what we got to do. Seattle's a sports town, so we got a rookie from the Supersonics and a front office weenie from the Mariners. The arts, if you can call them that, were actually represented by three judges. A guy who'd made a successful career our of writing historical romances, though considering he always wrote in the first person as an embittered and imperiled girl, you had to wonder just how in touch with reality he was. A television actor whose claim to fame was having been in four successive series that lasted nine episodes between them. And, finally, a director who'd managed to lose a hundred million dollars on his last three films, but already had a contract for another one. There was probably a message in there about the foundation's expectation for the contest, but I didn't even want to think about what it was. Yesterday, we'd managed three complete run-throughs before heading to the Roxy theater for Vlad. The group from Vancouver had put together a stylish and spooky retelling of the Dracula story. It was good, but I figured we had them beat. This morning had been fun. The sound system shorted out during our first dress rehearsal. Luke, Ricky, and Fred the stage manager finally got it back on line, and a spotlight bulb gave out. I was wondering if there was a veterinary store close by where I could pick up a supply of Ketamine. I figured if it could keep horses calm it might work for Robbie. But Monster Girl fooled me. She started laughing. "If the gods want us to lose they're going to have to try harder than that," she said before looking down at the notes on her clipboard. Tami smiled at me and mouthed, "Ninety-eight percent." "One more bow?" I asked as the curtain closed in front of us. "Why the hell not," Robbie agreed with a grin, then signaled Ricky to open the curtain again. As the curtain opened we stepped forward in a line and bowed to our audience. It had been a good night. Probably our best performance so far. The applause was loud and it felt good. "Ladies and gentlemen," I yelled, hoping the sound system was still on. It was. "David's mother ... Darlene Carter!" Darlene stepped forward and took a bow. "Crystal, David's ex-girlfriend ... Kelly Temple!" Kelly took her bow. She'd had a small part. In fact I'd almost written the girlfriend out, except I didn't want to disappoint her. "David's sister ... Suzie Calloway." I realized as she took her bow that we'd never given her a name. "Zoe's doctor ... Tami Sharp!" I could see Tami's mom standing in front of her seat in the first row clapping so hard that I was sure she'd bruise her hands. "Zoe's dad ... me!" Mom was standing next to Mrs. Sharp and for once hadn't forgotten the video camera. "Zoe ... played by Traci Sims, whose only other claim to fame is being my sister. But I've decided to keep her on the payroll for another month." Most of that was drowned out by the thunderous applause as soon as I'd said Trace's name. "David ... played by Peter Temple, whose only talent is thinking my sister's cute." Peter turned deep red while Traci practiced shooting laser beams from her eyeballs. "And finally, Zoe's mom ... played by Robbie Tate." Someone yelled " Monster Girl " and the applause grew even louder. "Robbie also directed this menagerie we call a cast." Robbie took a step forward and bowed, then stood again. "It takes more than a bunch of so-called actors to make a play. We wouldn't have gotten very far without our stage crew, Luke Reese and Ricky Calloway." The guys came out, looking embarrassed, and Robbie gave them a hug. I stepped over and pretended to whisper in Robbie's ear. She shrugged. Then Tami stepped up and whispered in her other ear. "Do we have to?" Robbie whined My turn to shrug. "It's in their contract. "Ladies and gentlemen, we agreed to introduce the band if they got at least every other note right and I guess they did. The cutest keyboardist in the Pacific Northwest, Toby Reyes." Toby did a refrain from Zoe's Song, then waved at the audience from the orchestra pit. "The hottest drummer in the Western U.S." I shouted. "Toby's slammin' sister Sally!" Sally did a thirty second drum riff before throwing both sticks in the air, catching them, and slamming them down on the cymbal. "Andddd," Tami said with a twinkle in her eye, "according to our drummer, the best kisser on the North American continent, on guitar, Chad Davis." Chad turned deep red but managed a refrain from Too Many Feelings, Traci's second song. "Peoples, this is Unrehearsed." Robbie finished. "We also got a big helping hand from two guys the theatrical union sent over to man the spotlights. They learned their cues in a couple of hours and were--excuse the pun--spot on. Guys, I didn't get your names, but we couldn't have done it without you." The spotlights swirled around as the audience applauded. I wondered if we'd get in trouble with the union for that. "And last, we owe special thanks to a man who's put up with a rowdy group of teenagers all week and has to do it all over again next week. The Globe's stage manager for sixteen years, Fred Thompson." Fred came out of the wings looking startled. I had a feeling it was the first time he'd ever been on stage in front of an audience. Robbie gave him a big hug and held his hand as the two of them took a final bow. For us, at least, it was all over.

Two Streakers - The Story of Yvonne and Christina by EC Chapter 10 Patient Narrative - Christina Melendez - entry ten: Daytime streaking and exhibitionism with Yvonne The following month our streaking excursions became even more intense. I didn't think that could be possible, but it was. Following the storm front that had brought all that rain, the weather at night remained too cold to safely be outside. We learned that lesson the hard way, three nights after I gave Yvonne her first real spanking We went for a "short" streak that took us around the school and two small parks. Yvonne wanted me to take a bunch of pictures of her, but I was shivering so badly I could barely hold her cell phone steady enough to not ruin the shots. If we kept moving, we were sort of OK, but if we stopped for any reason, even for a few seconds, the cold hit us and we started shivering right away. As hard-core as Yvonne was about her nude running, even she realized that it was too cold to be outside after dark anymore. There was another problem. My parents were coming back from their latest cruise and Yvonne wouldn't be able to spend anymore nights at my house until they left again. I didn't know when that would be and I had to avoid making it too obvious I was desperate for them to leave the house. I figured that the cold nights and my parents being home meant that meant we'd have to stop our streaking, but it turned out that no, Yvonne simply moved our runs to daytime. That year we had a really nice, long "Indian summer". While it was too cold to be outside at night, the days were very pleasant. Also, by pure good luck, there was a teachers' strike at our school, so we had several weeks of unexpected time-off from our classes. We knew there would there would be hell to pay when we got back, because we'd have to catch-up on all our work, but we didn't care about that. What mattered was that during the days we had nice weather and plenty of free time to enjoy it. Since there was not much to do at home and the school district had not yet set up remote learning, I told Mom that I wanted to go hiking with some girls from school and that I needed to borrow her car. She was good with that, so I was able to pick up Yvonne in the mornings and take her wherever we wanted to go. She looked at some maps online and decided that there were some nice nature parks we could go to. She also had an interesting piece of news. Due to budget cuts, the state park rangers had cut back on patrolling the hiking trails. Also, the State Parks Commission announced that anyone using one the parks should only call rangers for life-and-death emergencies. The commissioner specifically said: "If it's not hurting anyone, do not call the emergency line. We don't want to be getting calls about little things like someone smoking a joint or skinny-dipping. We don't have time to deal with stuff like that, so don't bother to call it in." What the commissioner meant was that in the state parks and hiking trails, laws against public nudity (among other minor things) would not be enforced until further notice. Yvonne saved the article to her cell phone and showed it to me. We went streaking at least three days each week during the teachers' strike. Yvonne picked what she considered promising locations and I drove us to the trailheads in Mom's car. We took off all our clothes in the parking lot and threw everything in the trunk. We hit the trail wearing nothing but our shoes, and carried nothing in our hands except our cell phones and water bottles. Our bodies were completely exposed and we had nothing to cover ourselves. On the first day of our nude forest adventures, I was just as scared as I was the first night I went streaking. The daytime runs meant that we were no longer running in secret. We were not running on empty streets in the dark, dodging in and out of shadows: we were running on brightly lit trails where anyone nearby would get a clear view of our bodies. We were completely visible to anyone we passed along the trail and we had to run very close to them. If someone wanted to take pictures, there was nothing we could do about it. We would truly be nude in public. I remembered seeing pictures from some website in Europe that featured young women walking around naked in crowded cities in broad daylight. What Yvonne and I were doing on the hiking trails came pretty close to that. At least Yvonne was not overly reckless about it. As with her urban runs, she researched trails ahead of time to make sure we went to places where spectators would be less likely to object. She knew that the more difficult hiking trails would have fewer people, and more importantly, fewer "families" and conservative types. She wanted to enjoy being naked outside with me, and not have it spoiled by the unpleasant experience of having anyone yell at us. It also helped that we were running on weekdays, when people were at work and little kids were in day-care. Actually, I guess our park adventures weren't streaking as much as they were nude nature hikes, because we weren't running most of the time. We only ran if there were people around, and walked if we were not within sight of anyone else. Usually we did have to run at the beginning and at the end, when we were close to the parking lot where there were more people around. O5cther hikers thinned-out as we moved further away from the road. Still, we did cross paths with other hikers. I was terrified whenever I saw anyone, but Yvonne got a thrill from the expressions of hikers as they saw two naked young women running towards them. There were several times other hikers asked to take their picture with her, and she always agreed. Fortunately, since I was the one with the camera or the phone taking the photo, I managed to stay out of the only-one-naked shots. Yvonne definitely got an adrenaline rush from our naked outings. Everywhere we went she took a bunch of pictures of me, and had me take a bunch of her. When we got to our turn-around point, she usually wanted to have sex with me. She refused to budge until I agreed and she was passionate with her love-making. If I showed any hint of being annoyed with her, she picked up on that and teased me until I spanked her. I'd get up on a picnic table, put her over my lap, and put my effort into giving her a respectable spanking. If no table or other flat surface was available, she simply grabbed a tree trunk and I spanked her standing up. I always used my hand. The thought of hitting her with a stick never crossed my mind. By the time the teacher's strike ended and we had to go back to school, Yvonne was starting to become more of a real exhibitionist instead of just wanting to be naked outside. She got a kick from showing off her spanked butt to other hikers when we were returning from our outings. To me, the public display of that part of our relationship was way too much information, but it wasn't TMI for her. She totally loved the shocked look on people's faces when they saw us running towards them in the nude, and then the even bigger surprise when they saw her reddened bottom after we had passed them and were running away. There was much more to our nature hikes than sex and spanking. It was important to Yvonne that we climb as many hills as possible and take pictures of ourselves in front of scenic overviews. We did take a lot of really nice pictures. She had bought both a selfie stick and stand for her phone, so a lot of those pictures were of us together with the phone's timer. She took plenty of me as well, in front of just about everything imaginable and all kinds of poses. "You're the prettiest girl in the school. I'm fucking lucky to have you." We had a very strange relationship. But there's no way I can describe how alive I felt when I was with her. Being with her stressed the fuck out of me, but I always felt it was worth it. I had fun with her, a special kind of fun I'll never have with anyone else. Chapter 11 Patient Narrative - Christina Melendez - entry eleven: A new year and a photo-shoot with Suzanne Johnson I spent a typical stressful Christmas with Mom's side of my family. That meant a trip to West Virginia. We had to fly to Dulles Airport and then drive west, for three hours. Yes, three hours, in a rental car, with my parents. And things were never that great at my grandparents' place. They never liked the fact that Dad's parents were from Mexico and that she had taken Melendez as her last name. However, Mom sort of got the last laugh on them, when Dad got all that money from his investments. We now had more money than the rest of them combined, and while the others toiled in crappy minimum-wage jobs, Mom spent most of her life traveling and doing fun vacation-type stuff. It was that year, the final Christmas I'd spend with my family as a teenager, that I realized what was going on with my parents and all those cruises, why they were showing off, and to whom. I knew that my grandparents were pretty nasty to Dad when they first met him. But, what could they say now? There was no question that Mom, at least from a material point-of-view, had a much better life than anyone else in her family. She also felt that all that travel and partying and cruises made her "sophisticated". She loved to return home as and present herself as "the world traveler". My grandparents had been very wrong about Dad, and she loved to rub that in their faces whenever she had the chance. As I watched Mom bore everyone with her travel stories and Dad sitting next to her, silently looking at investment statistics on his cell phone, I thought to myself: I don't know what I want from my life yet. But I do know what I don't want. I don't want to be like any of them: not like my grandparents, not like Dad, and certainly not like Mom. I was constantly thinking about Yvonne. I couldn't help it because we were texting and sending selfies to each other continuously. I knew that she was spending Christmas with that friend who had gotten her the job at Gi-Gi's. I was glad about that, because if her family was as bad as she made them out to be, I could imagine being with them over a holiday would be pure hell. ***** My parents left on yet another cruise a few days after we got back from West Virginia. I was so happy to see them get out of the house and to have Yvonne come back over. I hadn't seen her for nearly a month. The next two weeks were the best of our relationship. As always, I took off my clothes the moment my parents left the house and was appropriately naked when she came over. She had gone back to her normal bossy behavior, so she took control of me as soon as I was in her arms. Her hands were all over my body and I passively allowed her to seduce me. If felt so good, being like that with her. I served dinner, and as we were cleaning up, we noticed it was snowing outside. Snow storms weren't common in our area, so we watched the snow come down in my back yard for a few minutes before going to the hot tub room. We exchanged massages and sat in the hot tub with the lights turned off and watched the snow as it continued to accumulate outside. It went without saying school would be canceled the next day. The snowstorm was the most severe the region had experienced since a record-breaking storm in the 1930s, so we were snowed-in for the entire week. Even Gi-Gi's was closed, so neither of us had any reason to leave my house. There was plenty to do, so we didn't get bored: Yvonne got me to improve giving massages and I got her doing more advanced yoga moves. We spent hours in the pool and hot tub, and more time in bed. We had naked dares, chased each other around the house, and took lots of pictures. We cooked together and I taught her several recipes so she wouldn't be so hopeless in the kitchen. When I lost one of our dares, she gave me the only spanking that I got from her the entire time we were together. The spanking was different from the ones I was giving her: it was more playful and seductive than punishment. I went over her lap and placed my bottom at her mercy. She was totally fascinated with that part of me, so she massaged and rubbed my ass more than she slapped it. Feeling the caresses and the warm slaps on my exposed bottom, and knowing that she was taking in every detail of my bare backside while I was submissively lying over her lap completely turned me on. She knew that, and slipped her fingers between my thighs to give me a really great orgasm. ***** The weather warmed up and the streets cleared over the following weekend, so after a week of non-stop sexual adventures in my house, Yvonne and I returned to school and resumed our normal routines, which included pretending not to acknowledge each other whenever anyone else was around. My parents came back in the middle of the week, Yvonne went back to her job at Gi-Gi's, and I went back to studying. It was frustrating that I couldn't see her. However, I realize something now. I think that one of the reasons we were so passionate with each other when we were together was because of the other times we were forced to be apart and couldn't see each other. ***** Over the months we were together, Yvonne and I took hundreds of pictures of each other, as well as plenty of us together that were taken with the timer on her phone. Every single picture we ever took of ourselves had to be without any clothes. The rule with our cameras and cell phones was the same as it was when we were alone in my house, we could not use a camera unless we both were fully undressed. The same rule applied to selfies: no clothing could be in the picture. So, we sent each other a lot of nude pictures. However, Yvonne was not satisfied with the growing collection of amateur images we had of each other. She wanted something special and more professionally done. In the middle of January I realized how determined she was about that when she told me that we were going to have a three-hour session with the famous erotic and glamour photographer Suzanne Johnson. I was stunned. Suzanne Johnson? How on earth did Yvonne manage to get a session with Suzanne Johnson? How did she even know her? Suzanne normally worked out of Chicago, where her husband and son lived, but she spent part of her time traveling around the US and had a system for setting up temporary studios in the cities she was visiting. The place where we were going was one of those temporary studios. When we showed up at the door, we were greeted by a young woman who was wearing a skimpy chemise that was completely open on the sides. She was not wearing anything underneath. The only other items she had on were a cloth belt to hold her garment in place and a pair of deck shoes. She told us to got into a changing room and remove all of our clothing, to include the necklaces and bracelets we were wearing. I nervously undressed and did as I was told. I put my necklace and two bracelets in a pocket of my coat. Then, as naked as we could possibly be, Yvonne took my hand and led me to the main part of the studio. Suzanne was wearing the same style of chemise that her assistant was wearing. She was naked underneath that one garment, and like her assistant, wore nothing else except a light belt and deck shoes. That was her normal work outfit in the studio. She kept the temperature warm for her models and did not want to be uncomfortable while moving equipment, setting up cameras, and giving instructions to her subjects. I later learned that style of chemise was popular in a European country called Danubia and that Danubian women typically wore chemises when the weather was hot. Suzanne liked the style, which was perfectly suited for moving about in warm temperatures, so that garment became something of a trademark for her. She bought several, in different colors, and rarely wore anything else when she was working. Suzanne was tall and voluptuous, and pretty in a Victorian sort of way. She was soft-spoken, but at the same time very direct with what she wanted. Whenever she had a camera in her hands, her personality became very intense and she was somewhat intimidating. If you were her subject, you did what she wanted and that was the end of it. It was her profession to convert you into high-quality art, and it was something she was very good at. The photographer had two ways of charging her customers. She was more than happy to photograph subjects who didn't have any money, as long as they agreed to grant her ownership of the photos she took and allowed her to publish or use them however she wanted. I knew that was the arrangement Yvonne must have made with her. As I stood naked in the studio with Yvonne holding my hand, I realized that what we were doing with Suzanne was a just a variant of the streaking we had been doing outside a few weeks before. Yvonne loved to see herself naked and wanted to see her body posted around the internet. She wanted people to look at her. What better way to do that than to have someone as well-known as Suzanne Johnson take a bunch of high-quality figure and fetish portraits, show them in art galleries, and distribute them online? Suzanne started the session by taking pictures of Yvonne by herself. She experimented with lighting, different backgrounds and poses, and with different cameras. She had Yvonne dance, stretch, lie down, and sit. Then it was my turn. Yvonne was totally excited as she ran up to me, squeezed my hand, and nudged me to move in front of the photographer's cameras. I took a deep breath, very worried about the commitment I was getting myself into and how it might impact my future. Suzanne had a way of making a person submit to her and not hesitate about having dozens of nude pictures taken. As I danced and posed, the only thing on my mind was satisfying her. I don't know how she did it, but as soon as her camera started flashing, she established a psychological hold over me. Suzanne directed Yvonne to join me and we started posing together. At first we were simply standing, or sitting, or lying next to each other. Little by little, Suzanne directed us to become more intimate. With the photographer moving all around us, we hugged, kissed, and caressed each other's bodies. We stopped just short of having sex. However, we were both aroused, and that precisely was what she was looking for. We had a hungry look in our eyes and our expressions. Now she was getting exactly what she wanted from us and her camera. Suzanne's assistant was joined by a second woman who was a bit older, but like her boss and co-worker, dressed in a chemise that was open on the sides and nothing underneath. The two women quickly moved a round red cushioned platform into place and told Yvonne and me to get on it. We were still aroused, and at that point Yvonne took control of me. She got on top of me and pinned my wrists to the cushion and kissed me. She rolled me onto my stomach and massaged my shoulders and bottom. Then she lay on her back and got me to get on top of her and kiss her breasts. I was on my elbows and knees and my bottom was spread and shamelessly exposed. I didn't care about that at all. Suzanne and Yvonne had captured my imagination and my actions. It was a decadent photo-shoot and I had become a perfectly willing participant. That was only the first half of the photo-shoot. There would be a second half: with me spanking Yvonne. I was very nervous about spanking my lover in front of a professional photographer. The spankings were the most intimate thing we had going on between us, but now we were sharing our secret with the artistic world. However, when Suzanne started giving me directions, I realized right away that Yvonne must have told her about her fetish before we started and that she wanted it as part of the session. Yvonne settled over my lap and Suzanne took a bunch of pictures with several cameras from different angles. I felt that I needed to spank her convincingly, which meant spanking her hard. My companion went quiet as the minutes passed and her bottom became more and more red, and as the heat and sting that she so much loved built in her skinny backside. In spite of the pain, the only sound coming out of her was an occasional moan of erotic pleasure. When I finished, Suzanne's assistants scurried in and moved the platform away from the cameras. They replaced it with a model's stand. Apart from that, there was nothing else in front of backdrop where the cameras were set up. So, that was just the first part of the spanking session. I wondered what Susanne was going to have us do next. Yvonne already knew. Suzanne told her stand up and put her hands on the model's stand. She obeyed, and looked at us with eager anticipation. Suzanne handed me a paddle. It was a cruel-looking wooden paddle, much scarier than the leather one I was using at my house. When she saw the surprised look in my eyes, she commented: "Your girlfriend and I have agreed that we want the second part of our session to be more intense. So, you're gonna paddle her. You've gone through this at school, so I'm assuming you know how to use one of these, right?" "Uh... I... I 'spose..." "There's really just a couple of simple things to remember. You swing through your target, and concentrate the swats on the lower half of Yvonne's bottom and the very upper part of her thighs. The pattern you're going with is a swat concentrated on her right cheek, then a swat on her left cheek, then one flat across both cheeks. Firm swats, but not too hard. The point is you want to stretch it out. Got all that?" "Uh... yeah... I... got it." "No safe-words, but the rule is you'll stop as soon as dark patches or blisters start forming. Then we'll keep her in position for a while I get some pictures and she recovers. After that, you two make up." "OK..." I knew enough about spanking to start out slowly. I caressed and patted Yvonne's bottom before I started spanking her. I slowly rubbed the paddle on her bottom and then tapped her a couple of times. She was nervous and anxious, which gave Suzanne some good facial shots to get her expression. I drew back and got ready to give her the first real swat. POP! Yvonne gasped and whimpered faintly. It turned out that paddle was going to be a lot more painful than she anticipated. She became nervous and worried, which was perfect for the emotion that Suzanne wanted to capture. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... Yvonne gasped and started trembling. It hurt, in a scary sort of way. However, she had committed herself and was not about to go through the humiliation of trying to back out of the agreement she had made with one of the nation's most respected photographers, an agreement that she had negotiated herself. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... I kept going, because I also felt it was important that Yvonne go through with the fantasy of hers. I had gone through a similar emotional experience the first night I went streaking with her. Even thought it had been my fantasy to go streaking, it turned out to be different than I imagined and the hardest thing I ever did. But afterwards, I was glad I went through with it. I would have hated myself had I not pursued my fantasy, so I never regretted it. I knew that Yvonne would go through the same experience. She had requested a real and intense spanking, one that would really hurt. She wanted to have it documented with high-quality erotic photos. It was what she had been dreaming about for a long time. It would be different that what she had expected, but later she would think it was worth it. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... Tears were running down Yvonne's cheeks. She was actually starting to cry. Suzanne moved around, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible but wanting to get pictures of her model's teary face and her reddening and swollen bottom. She also took plenty of close-up pictures of me, trying to capture my look of worry and my determination to finish what we had started. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... Yvonne's body started shaking from her crying. Her bottom was covered with painful-looking dark patches. I glanced at Suzanne, silently asking for permission to stop spanking. She responded: "Do what you whatever you can to make her feel better. She's in a lot of pain right now, so caress her and comfort her. She needs to be comforted, and that has to come from you." I put down the paddle and gently rubbed Yvonne's injured backside. She stood up, hugged me, and cried. It was a moment of redemption and love, a perfect end to a very intense photo session. A few weeks later, Yvonne showed me some of the pictures from out photo-shoot. I thought: Wow, those images are very powerful, and totally sexy. Just looking at them gave me an erotic thrill. We were not professional models: we were just two ordinary young women who had just turned 18. We had no experience modeling at all. That was the strength of the way Suzanne Foster did photo-shoots. She didn't like using professional models because she knew that a lot of photo-sessions with models end up looking fake and staged, with was what they are, fake and staged. What Yvonne and I had done was not fake. That showed in every photo I saw from that session. Our expressions, our postures, and our bodies: it looked genuine because it was. There was no question about it. Suzanne Johnson was extremely talented at what she did. There was good reason she was so well known and so respected among the artistic and fetish photography communities. Chapter 12 Patient Narrative - Christina Melendez - entry twelve: Planning for the future, and a visit to Davenport At the end of the last week in January, I took a look at the semester schedule to make sure I was keeping track of all the tests and term papers that I had to finish over the next few months. I don't know why it hit me so hard at that moment, but I realized there were only three months remaining in my senior year. Classes would end after the first week of May, and on top of that was the 10-day interruption of Spring Break. Only three months left, and then we'd all be done with high school. That looming deadline, the graduation date that would end our lives as we currently knew them, still didn't register with most of my classmates, and that included Yvonne. It seemed they were all still living for the moment. What was odd was that my parents weren't much better. They rarely looked at any future beyond their next cruise. My dad was a little better about that when it came to his investments, but Mom was as oblivious about the future as any teenager. The fact that everyone around me was so complacent made me all that more worried about my own future. Although I had started looking at universities around the US in the fall, I knew that by the end of January I had to be a lot more serious about making my final choices. I did not want to go to college locally: I wanted to get away and see some other part of the US. I finally settled on two universities: a big public university in Boulder, Colorado, and a mid-sized school in central California called Davenport State University. From the beginning it was Davenport State University that really caught my attention. DSU was built right on the coast, just north of Santa Cruz. It was a mediocre college in an overpriced state, but what appealed to me was the fact it overlooked the Pacific Ocean. I had always wanted to live near the beach and going to DSU would certainly give me that chance. The campus seemed really pretty, from what I could see from DSU promotional materials and pictures from the Internet. However, there was something odd that drew my attention to DSU in particular. The art department had a promotional poster that featured a smiling naked young model standing on a rock with the Pacific Ocean and the late afternoon sun in the background. Her hand was stretched upwards and the camera angle made it look like she was holding the sun. The poster's slogan read: "Join us and set your creativity free! Begin your adventure at [email protected]." I later found out the model was actually a student at the university and worked for the Art Department. I wasn't planning to major in art, but the poster totally fascinated me. I know it sounds totally silly that a naked art model would capture my attention in the way that she did. At the moment, the promise of freedom she represented gave me hope that DSU really was a place where students could "set their creativity free." I decided that DSU would be the out-of-state college of my choice and that I'd visit it during Spring Break. The university would be expensive because it was in central California, but my parents had told me they'd pay for my education as long as I was enrolled full-time, had a major that was "serious", and kept my grades up. "Serious" meant something science-based. No humanities major with the word "studies" attached to it. The more I looked at DSU, the more I wanted to go there. They had a respected geology department, so I figured that would be as good a major as any. Geology was a practical field that didn't go too deep into theoretical mathematical formulas, so it was a major I figured I could handle and wouldn't stress me out too much. I proposed studying geology at DSU to my parents and their attitude was: "OK, let's go check it out." My only doubt about going to DSU was what was going to happen between me and Yvonne. At the time I didn't see that as much of a problem. I knew that Yvonne wanted to get away from her rotten situation in Eastwood. I figured that if I went to California, I could take her with me. I'd have to get an apartment instead of living on campus, but if my parents were willing to pay out-of-state tuition for me to study in California, paying for an apartment would be more of an after-thought than anything else. I brought the idea up with Yvonne. As I expected, at first she was very skeptical. "California? You're shitting me. What the fuck am I gonna do in California?" "What you're doing now. Giving massages. So, what you're telling me that people don't need massages in California? Besides, there's a professional massage school in Santa Cruz that gives out certifications. You could get an actual degree in what you're doing. Think about that. No more jerking guys off or putting your finger up their asses. You'd have a real license and be legit." "I still... I just don't know about it. I mean, California?" "And what's keeping you here? School's gonna be over in a couple of months. I'm not sticking around. I want something new. But I want you to be part of that. So come-on. Just come with me. You keep saying you want to get out of Eastwood. OK, I'm giving you a way to get out." "And just where the fuck am I gonna live?" "With me. My parents will pay for either an apartment or a dorm. It'll my choice, as long as I keep my grades up. If you come with me, I'd do an apartment." "I dunno. I still gotta think about it." She was really nervous and I knew her well enough to know why. If she went with me to Davenport, she'd be giving up what little control she had over her life. She'd become completely dependent on me. Our relationship would change, and at least for a while, I'd be the one in charge. That scared her. I understood her worry, but neither of us had any choice. High school was about to end, whether we wanted it to or not. "Look, I'm gonna check out Davenport with my mom over spring break. I'll send you pictures, and also where we might end up living. And I'll also see if I can get a look at that massage school in Santa Cruz." "I..." "Why don't you just look it up? The massage school, I mean? See what you gotta do to get yourself enrolled and get certified?" "Yeah, I guess." Her lack of enthusiasm worried me, but I figured she'd eventually come around. ***** Spring Break at my school started during the last week of March. I flew out to San Jose with Mom and she rented a car and we drove to Davenport. I immediately fell in love with the area. All those cliffs and coves, the winding road along the hills, and the ocean. What wasn't there to like about it? Mom was not as impressed, but she had been all over the world in cruise ships. To her Santa Cruz and Davenport were just a couple more pretty areas out of many she had seen. To convince her that Dad should drop a bunch of his money at DSU, I had to take my visit to the Geology Department seriously. The major seemed like something I'd be able to handle and it was for sure the job prospects for a geologist were better than any of the humanities. I badly wanted to check out the Art Department, but I had to content myself with grabbing a couple of posters from their orientation center. Fortunately, one of the posters was the one of that naked model standing next to the ocean. I'd hang that in my room and show it to Yvonne as soon as had the chance to invite her to my house again. I hoped that the poster might help convince her she'd be making the right decision if she came with me to Davenport. I took pictures around Davenport and of the beaches that were just west of the campus, to sell her on the new life I wanted her to have with me. I also took some pictures around Santa Cruz. I didn't get to go inside the massage school, but I got a picture of the outside. It seemed nice enough and there was nothing creepy about the students going in and out of the building. I really felt it would be the chance for Yvonne to do something positive with her experience at Gi-Gi's. I also convinced Mom to take me to several apartments around Davenport. I took some pictures of possible places I'd rent and sent those, thinking that Yvonne would be totally happy at the thought of getting away from her "old man" and "that fucking street-walker he's living with". I felt so confident during that week in Davenport. I felt for sure that it was in California where we'd build our lives together. We would be with each other full-time, living our own lives, and not having to dodge my parents or the cliques at school. We'd have all the time we needed to figure out what we wanted from our relationship. Maybe we'd even get married. ***** I sent Yvonne a bunch of images, but after the second day I was in Davenport, she quit responding. I found that odd and worrying, but with Mom next to me, I had to stay focused on DSU and convincing my parents why I should study there as opposed to somewhere else. I had to pass myself off as more serious than I really was and make her think DSU was best for my academic future, not because I liked the beach and wanted to start a new life with a girlfriend she didn't even know about. Finally I got Mom's approval. She'd recommend that Dad pay for me to study at DSU. So, with a couple of DSU shirts and other souvenirs from Davenport and Santa Cruz I had bought for Yvonne, I boarded the plane with Mom to return home. I was about to get my wish for college, but as the days went by, I was not happy. By the time I was sitting in a terminal of the airport in San Jose, I had not heard from Yvonne for over a week and her chats had not been updated. I was frantically texting her, but still no answer. When we got back home, I tried texting again, but it turned out that her cell phone had been disconnected. Chapter 13 Patient Narrative - Christina Melendez - entry thirteen: Yvonne's disappearance and the end of the relationship I was getting very stressed about what had happened to Yvonne, but I figured I'd finally find out when I saw her at school. There was a problem with that. There had been a meningitis outbreak in the District while I was away, so the School Board closed everything down for two weeks. No one was allowed in any of the buildings and we had to take our classes through remote learning. During all that time, there was not a hint of her. Her phone was still disconnected and I had absolutely no other means of getting a hold of her. I knew that she posted pictures online, so she must belong to some picture-sharing forums. But she had never told me which forums or her user ID. To make matters worse, my parents were home that entire time. Dad was in and out a lot, but Mom was planted in the living room doing a bunch of contract work. For some reason, she took a real interest in my remote learning and watched me while I was working and checked my assignments. I was thinking: WTF? She's been blowing me off for the last five years and now all of a sudden she's interested in what I'm doing? My parents tied up even more of my time by insisting I go out to eat with them. Mom started asking me a bunch of questions about how I was doing and what my life was like at school. After a while, I realized what was going on. I was about to graduate and leave home for college, and she knew I wasn't going to be around much longer. She had blown her opportunity to spend time with me over the past five years, because she had been sitting around drinking on cruise ships and beaches. It suddenly hit home what she had done. Now she was trying to make up for it. Uh, a little bit late, Mom. Still, I felt I needed to indulge her. I knew we wouldn't be seeing much of each other after I graduated, so I'd try to make her happy for the moment. I had wanted to tell Mom about my relationship with Yvonne. I came close a couple of times, but it worried me that she had dropped off the face of the earth. Where the fuck was she? I decided to hold-off on saying anything to my parents until I made contact with her, and then hopefully I could bring her over to the house to introduce her. It would be embarrassing and weird to talk about her, only to have her never show up again. In the back of my mind I always had that doubt, that Yvonne could disappear someday. In spite of all the time we had spent together, she had shared almost nothing about her personal life. She had deliberately made herself hard to track. The only reason I even knew about her job was her t-shirts. But I knew nothing else. If she disappeared, I'd have a hard time finding her. Was it possible that's exactly what had happened, that she had decided to ditch me? Was it possible that she had planned to ditch me all along? When school started up again, there were only three weeks remaining for us graduating seniors. The teachers were frantic to get us back on the class schedule so we could finish on time. The whole mood of school had changed and everything was rush-rush-rush. There wouldn't even be a senior prom that year, partly because of the meningitis scare and partly because the planning got messed up with the District being shut down for two weeks. Yvonne never showed up. I didn't know what to do, because I didn't know who to ask about what had happened to her. The day I got back to school, I saw that her locker had been cleaned out. That's when I knew, for sure, she was gone. But, what happened? Why would she have just disappeared? Why didn't she say something to me? Even just left a goodbye text, or something? How could she do that to me? I didn't know who I could ask. I was afraid to talk to any of her friends 'cause they'd want to know why I'd be worried about her. It sounds totally stupid now, but in my school, we just didn't do stuff like talking to members of rival cliques. I couldn't go over to Eastwood to look for her, 'cause I didn't know where she lived. I mean, I knew that she lived somewhere in the Eastwood Apartment complex, but we're talking about fourteen huge buildings and thousands of apartments. I didn't know where Gi-Gi's was, or else I would have gone there to look for her. Anyhow, I didn't have much time to go out wandering around if I didn't know where I was going, not with my parents bugging me and the frenetic make-up schedule at my school. I was very hurt and very angry, and assumed the worst. Yvonne must have decided to run off and ditch me. That was the only explanation. And to think, that was after I had talked about building a life with her. Fine. Fuck you, Yvonne. If that's how you're gonna be with me, then fuck you. In my anger, I deleted her pictures from my cell phone and bought a new SIM card. I realized that I didn't have anything else to remember her by, but I was in a destructive mood. When I deleted those pictures, I deleted her. Fuck you, Yvonne. So, when I graduated, I was completely alone. I no longer gave a shit about the girls in my group, not even enough to pretend. I quit hanging out with them and told them the truth, that my parents were back and Mom wanted to spend time with me. That small piece of information really pissed them off. All this time I had an entire house to myself, with a hot tub and a pool, and I never invited them to come over and party? The three last weeks of school blew by and that was it. My graduation ceremony was about a big a let-down as it could possibly be. I didn't talk to anyone and left with my parents as soon as it was over. I didn't bother to go to any after-graduation parties or talk to any of my classmates. I did not give any of my former friends my new cell phone number and I did not even take part in the high school annual signing. I was done with school and done with being a teenager. I needed to move on. I'd be leaving for California in a few weeks and starting over. I'd never see any of those people again and that was fine with me. I wanted to get as far away from high school as I could, both physically and mentally. I'd make a clean break with everyone and everything. I decided to enroll in the summer session at DSU and move out to Davenport early. I figured there was no point in spending three months just sitting around at home, doing nothing and getting depressed. I'd live on campus and give up the idea of having my own apartment. Mom agreed with me on that and told me she wasn't sure Dad was willing to pay all that extra money for my own place, so that was one fight with my parents that I avoided. The first evening I was here, I looked at the sunset over the ocean from my dorm window and thought about how different my life in California would be. I started thinking: maybe it's just as well things with Yvonne worked out the way they did. I'm still hurt about it, but now I can start something totally new in Davenport.

Teensy Weensy Bikini PrickTease byKittyZateez© Teensy Weensy Bikini PrickTease Pt. 01 I've been thinking about showing off for you in my tiny little red bikini, since I remember wearing it for you before and how you seemed to like me in it. So...I thought you might enjoy me having a little fun with you while wearing it for you...you ready? I'd like you to accompany me to a photo shoot and assist me with a little problem I keep having when I wear it. You're my photographer, and we're on a private beach location we rented just for this shoot. It's just the two of us this time, no lighting people or other associated staff, and I plan on taking full advantage of this privacy to give you a nice, delicious little pricktease! When we arrive at the location, you get out of the car and come around to open the door for me. I'm wearing a shiny red satin robe, and all you've been able to see of me so far is that I have on a sexy pair of red high heels... I slowly extend my leg, placing one of my strappy, shiny red high-heeled platform sandals down on the pavement, making a little click sound. I place my other shoe down and offer you my hand, looking up at you, gazing deep into your eyes. You look back at me, and I give you a little wink as a mischievous look comes over my face. You know what's about to happen - you have seen that look in my eyes many times and it has always resulted in you walking around with a big, throbbing erection by the time I'm through with you! This time will be no different, and we both know it. But exactly how will I do it? After repeated teasing sessions with me, you have come to absolutely adore the way I tease you...we both know how effortlessly I can turn you on, but it's always a little different each time! And...it invariably leads to you being in a simply delicious state of sheer sexual arousal... You help me out of the car, squeezing my soft hand gently. I stand up, holding your gaze, but then I simply pull my hand away and take a couple of steps away from you. You watch as I spin around, tossing my long blonde hair to one side and catching your eyes again, smiling broadly at you. Your cock is already starting to respond, just the thought of my impending cocktease turning you on, and it starts to get hard before I barely have a chance to begin my little show! Slowly, almost magically, I untie the sash holding my shiny red robe together and let it fall open. Your eyes zero in on my bare flesh around my tummy, and I softly separate the robe and turn around slowly, just when it's about to reveal the gorgeous little red bikini you remember... I am facing away from you now, and I start to slip the robe up and over my shoulders, glancing back towards you to see if you know what to do. You do not disappoint me, and you rush toward me just in time to catch the robe as I let it fall off my shoulders. I leave you standing there and take a couple of mincing little steps forward, slowly turning back around to face you so you can feast your eyes on me! I strike a pose for you as you first get a look at my curvy body in my little red bikini, and I smile knowingly at you as your eyes drink in all the little details of my sexy body... This bikini is a red lacy mesh style, which has pretty much a see-through effect that leaves my nipples visible. A tiny little strap wraps up around my neck, attached to each part of the bikini top with a metal heart. Your eyes inspect every inch of my chest, focusing on my breasts and nipples, barely covered by the little top...of course, I jiggle my titties a little for you as you stare at them, and I giggle playfully as I enjoy the effect this has on you... Your cock is hard now. But since you're wearing a tight bathing suit, it is bent over in an uncomfortable position...I can see that it's hard, I know full well how much you'd love to take it out and play with it for me, and you wonder if I'm going to let you! Sometimes I do allow this during our teasing games, and sometimes I don't...you never know which, and I just love keeping you guessing! Now that I know I have your full attention, I giggle at you and spin around, facing away from you and starting to walk toward the beach. You really love this part of the tease, as you know how much I enjoy showing off for you, but not quite as much as you enjoy watching me! You can't take your eyes off me as I prance along in front of you toward the beach my strappy red sky-high heels. You really love the way I walk in high heels, and I have no shame about the way I flaunt my body in them...I've already described the way I just love to tease you while I walk, but we're gonna do it again, just for fun! I wiggle my ass back and forth as I march along right in front of you, and my ass cheeks move up and down like pistons with each step I take...my arms sway seductively back and forth, and you realize that I use them to keep my balance, to help me look especially girly and dainty as I walk. My long blonde hair flows almost down to my ass, and you love how it looks - smooth, silky, sexy, and v-e-r-r-y feminine! I'm quite the sight in this little bikini, aren't I? I mean, it really doesn't leave anything to the imagination, does it? It doesn't really cover me all that much, and I stop suddenly, spin around, and smile broadly at you as I jiggle my titties...to your delight, they come falling right out of my bikini top!! "Come here, sweetie, and help me with this little problem!" I say sweetly, and you practically fall over yourself as you approach me. Your eyes are popping out of your head as you stare at my bare breasts, and I continue, "My boobies keep falling out of my bikini, baby, and whenever they do, I want you to come and help!" "Yes, Kitty, I'd be happy to do that!" You come closer and reach up to adjust the material of my red bikini top, pulling it back over my nipples. As you do, I reach down and start teasing the bulge in your bathing suit, lightly stroking my deliciously long, shiny red fingernails over it...very gently...and then I simply stop, pulling my sexy nails off your dick and taking a few steps back, striking another sexy pose for you. Oh, my! My boobies seem to have popped out of this tiny little red bikini again! I wonder how that could have possibly happened?? You just helped me with that problem, it was so kind of you to cover me up when my titties were so naked and exposed, and now, for some strange reason, they seem to have uncovered themselves again! Gee...I guess it happened because I jiggled my upper body back and forth a little, wiggling back and forth until they slipped out of the teeny tiny bikini top... Thanks so much, hon, for being here to assist me with this little problem! Something tells me it's going to keep happening over and over again today, and I know you'll be quite happy to help me cover up my titties, won't you? Now come over here and help me adjust this bikini top, cover up my tits, would you honey? There, that's better...now, here's what's going to happen every time you help me cover myself up like that...why don't I stroke your cock inside your bathing suit a little with the tips of my long, sexy red fingernails...you like that? Now that my tits are covered, why don't you go back over there and I'll strike another pose for our little photo shoot. I'll look down and tug playfully on the strap around my bikini bottom, and you can snap a couple of shots...click, click, click. Now, this little spot is okay for photos, but why don't we go a little closer to the beach, over there near the rocks! You wanna follow me while I strut along in these high heels?? Of course you do! Strut, strut, strut....click, click, clickety click go my spike heels on the pavement. And you just LOVE watching me from behind, don't you? Here I am, a totally HOT blonde prickteaser, flaunting her charms just for you, strutting along right before your eyes, wiggling her ass and prancing along daintily in her tiny little red bikini and slutty red spike heels!! Walking on the beach where I can't wear these heels won't be anywhere near this much fun, there's something I just LOVE about prancing around in high heels like these...I get to show off for you, you get to watch me tease you...you just love it too, don't you! Yes, you do, I know you do, you naughty boy! And my, look how your erection is betraying your feelings to me...it just got even harder, didn't it? Awwwww, did Kitty do that to you? Did I just get you even hotter, just by showing off for you, by prancing around in these lovely sky-high heels?? Yes. I did! Oh no!! Look what has happened! I turn to face you, and you zero in on my breasts, which have slipped out of my little lacy red bikini top again!! They do seem to have a mind of their own, don't they! Now what do you think we should do about that? Oh, yeah, I know - now come here, baby, and help me out again! As you start to cover up my breasts, I reach down and tease your cock with the tips of my sexy fingernails some more. You have confessed how sensitive the head of your cock is, so, of course, I will just have to focus the attention of my fingertips right there on your cockhead... You are getting so stimulated now, your hands are trembling as they adjust the material of my top. You cover up my breasts, and I pause, pulling my slutty nails away from your cock...but then I jiggle my tits back and forth, right in front of your face, and they come sliding out of my bikini again. I look into your eyes, smiling knowingly, letting you realize that I am going to make my tits fall out of my top over and over, whenever I feel like it!! Oh, my dear, I just love teasing you like this! You reach up to cover them again, but this time I simply push your hands away. You have this look of surprise on your face, but as I reach down to start stroking your cock again, your eyes roll up into your brain as the intense pleasure overwhelms you. I pause for a second, encouraging you to cover me up again, and this time I let you, continuing to stroke your cock with my nails. It is still bent in half underneath your bathing suit, and it must be getting uncomfortable like that, yeah? Well...I wonder what we could do about that? Oooooo! I know!! Why don't we just pull your bathing suit down so that big, sexy cock of yours can come out to play? Would you like that, baby? Perhaps you could BEG me to do that....and maybe, just maybe, I'll show you what else I love to do to you with these long, kinky fingernails...yeah? Teensy Weensy Bikini PrickTease Pt. 02 Now - let's continue! I've been teasing you in this tiny little red bikini that keeps falling off my titties, and I've been making you assist me with this little problem, haven't I? Of course, I'm the one who causes the problem, jiggling my tits back and forth so they keep spilling out of my tiny little lacy red bikini top, right? Silly me...what a naughty girl I am... And I've been taking every possible opportunity to tantalize you visually, showing off my goodies for you by strutting around in these sexy red high heels, wiggling my ass and swaying my arms back and forth, playing up the sexy-sweet strut as much as I can....because I know you love it...because I know it turns you on and gets you nice and hard... Next, I call you over toward me every time my tits fall out (or when I cause them to fall out), and as you cover me up, according to my instructions, I stroke your cock underneath your bathing suit with the tips of my shiny, sexy red fingernails...the ones you've confessed to being interested in...a little game ensues, with me stroking your cock as you cover me up, then pausing, shaking my tits so they come falling out again, and stroking your cock some more when you cover me up again... This game has all kinds of delicious little variations...I can deny your attempt to cover me, or I can make you wait a little while after you cover me before I start in on your cock with my slutty nails, or I can simply do nothing, giggling at you in your heightened state of sexual arousal after prickteasing you, and leaving you that way as I prance away from you, showing off for you some more in my sky-high, shiny red spike heels! Or, I can get kinda bossy with you, demanding that you cover me, and the moment you do, uncovering myself again and scolding you for letting it happen. "Now, sweetie, you simply must keep me all covered up if you want me to take out your cock and play with it! You do want that, don't you?" Here we go with those mind games we both love... You cover me up, and I stroke your cock for just a couple of seconds, saying "Good boy - that's better!" But then I wiggle my tits so they fall out again... "Oh darn, look at that! Now I already told you, keep me covered or I won't give you that sexy red fingernail cocktease you want!" You reach up to cover me, but I push your hands away. You try again, and I just take a step backwards, laughing girlishly at your pitiful, desperate attempts to play along with my wicked little game. But you can't resist...you're helplessly ensnared in my web of desire...there's simply nothing you can do to escape, not that you'd want to! You chase after me, and I let you get near me for a moment before backing away some more. Again you follow, and this time I allow you to reach up and cover me up, and I look into your eyes, knowing that you're waiting for me to pricktease your cock with my nails some more...but I don't....yet! "Hands at your sides, hon!" I say firmly, and both of us are surprised by the immediate response of your body to obey me...it's involuntary, unconditional, seemingly out of your control! Your hands fall to your sides and I look you over, posing with my hands on my hips, inspecting you carefully. The bulge in your bathing suit is quite swollen, desperately needing to be released...just the way I like it! But I can't resist continuing to delay your little reward for just a while longer. I come closer, shifting my weight from side to side with each slow, dainty step, and your eyes slowly drink in every inch of my sexy body before locking on to my eyes...and then I say softly, "Now....what was it you wanted to happen to that naughty cock of yours?" "Please let it come out and play!" "Awwww....it wants to come out and play with Kitty?" "Yes!!" "Naughty, naughty!" "I'm sorry!" "It's okay, you know I'm doing this to you on purpose, don't you?" "Yes!" "And....do you like it?" "YES!" "You sure??" "Oh god, Kitty, yes, YES!!!" "Well, okay, I guess it can come out and play now!" I come over to you, and start to touch the very tip of your cock with just one of my fingernails, my little pinky! The tiny little nail starts making small circles around your cockhead, right around the slit, and the sensation of it is immediately paralyzing, with the sharp tip of my slutty nail caressing your sensitive cockhead through the smooth, shiny material of your bathing suit...my other hand reaches out and my fingers slip inside your suit, pulling the material outward for a moment...but then they stop, and I let the material snap back onto your skin! "Ohhhhhhh", you moan, but my other hand reaches up to your mouth and one finger presses on your lips as I say softly, "Shhhhhhh..." The sexy little fingernail keeps circling around the tip of your cock, and your eyes close as your body quivers, tingles of pleasure shooting up your spine, directly into the deepest pleasure centers of your brain. Suddenly, right when you're really starting to enjoy the intense feelings, I simply stop, pulling my nail away. After a moment, your eyes open and you start to speak, but I simply put my finger on your mouth once more, hushing you again in the sweetest possible way. I look into your eyes with a big smile and announce, "Now, I AM going to take out your cock and play with it, okay? But first, I'm going to show you what I meant when I said I was going to give you a nice, sexy red fingernail cocktease! Now hold out your arms!" Again, your body obeys me, uncontrollably, as though your mind is MINE to manipulate and control...which it is! And then, you hold out your arms, putting your body in a T position, like a cross, and I reach out to the tips of your fingers. I slowly place the tips of my nails on the ends of your fingers and begin dragging them gently over your hands. First I move them just a few inches, over your hands, and then pull them away. Then I start at your fingertips again, and I repeat this several times, before going a little farther. "Now, you must understand, a proper fingernail cocktease doesn't just start with your cock, it has to include other parts of your body first, you see?" You know not to speak, so you simply nod your head, knowing you simply must accept whatever little treat I'm granting at any particular moment, knowing that begging for more, even speaking when I'm instructing you not to, will not result in things proceeding the way you want. Your complete and total obedience is the only way to play along, and only then will I grant you little rewards... Again and again I begin at your fingers, teasingly and oh-so-gently stroking my sexy red fingernails over your hands, going a little farther every couple of strokes, until I am dragging them up the entire length of your arms, almost to your shoulders. The farther I go, the slower my strokes become...the sensations are simply incredible, unlike anything you've ever felt, as the sharpness of the nail tips being gently dragged over your arms causes your entire nervous system to light up like an electrical switchboard... Then the strokes up your arms start to become little zig-zag patterns, making little z shapes as the stroking slows down, the z shapes get wider, and then they start to become little circles, leading nowhere...this intense teasing starts to drive you wild, as you realize how incredibly adept I am at turning you on and leaving you hanging... Your whole body pulses and twitches in response to the erotic stimulation, and I show no mercy, continuing the tantalizing stroking repeatedly, before finally coaxing you to beg for more..... "You like that, sweetie?" "Y.....Y......Yessss!" "I know..." "Oh, god, please!" "Please what...you want more?" Suddenly I stop and take a couple steps back, leaving you hanging as the tingling sensations quickly subside. You open your eyes and there I am, your very own, personal prickteasing sex goddess, beckoning you to me with one of those fingernails that has been absolutely driving you wild! "Come here! Come and get it!!" You don't speak...you simply come to me, and I demand that you hold out your arms again, and I simply start the same process over. Tiny little strokes on your fingers and hands lead to longer strokes up your arms, this time slower and with a little more pressure. The strokes turn into little z's, then start to go in circles, turning into little curly-cues that slowly lead up toward your shoulders. I repeat the erotic teasing a little while and then simply stop, leaning into your ear, giving it a little nibble as I whisper, "Beg!" I take a step back and stand there, grinning broadly as I pose with my hands on my hips, waiting for your inevitable response, anticipating the inevitable hopeless surrender of your soul to me...and I don't have to wait long as you burst out in a delicious display of intense arousal and desire! I watch carefully as you switch from one train of thought to another, mindlessly stroking my ego as you beg for more, telling me how much you love my cockteasing, how you've never felt like this before, how you'll do anything I want, and simply begging and pleading with me to continue... My smile gets bigger as I start to giggle playfully, quite pleased with your behavior, and I come over to you, reaching up with my finger again to hush you, holding it against your lips. Slowly, gently, I drag it downwards, over your chin and neck, onto your chest, making little playful circles as it moves toward your crotch. I look at you as you continue to beg, and you begin thanking me profusely as I suggestively move my sexy red fingernail down toward your belly button. I playfully circle it a few times, and then poke it in, applying a little pressure in a display of power over you. Your body recoils, twitching as I continue to push it in, and I withdraw it and resume its approach to your crotch... I pause at the edge of your suit, encouraging another round of pleading for my promise of fingernail cockteasing, and I carefully observe your responses, methodically processing your behavior as I take my time deciding whether you have properly earned more of my sexual favors... Oooooo, these little teasey games are sooooo much fun, aren't they baby? Sometimes I even surprise myself, the way I've learned to simply wrap men like you around my little finger, attracting you to me, tantalizing you and getting you nice and hot...then oh-so-slowly reeling you in, giving you tiny little tastes of my yummies sexual favors, and then taking them away, leaving you wanting....desiring...needing....more, More, MORE!!! I do hope you enjoyed all the things I did, and more importantly, the things I didn't do! Teensy Weensy Bikini PrickTease Pt. 03 Just to recap and get your little mind around exactly where I left you hanging... I've been doing the usual showing off for you to start things rolling and turn you on...strutting around in my slutty spike heels, doing my little wiggle and strut routine as you watch me mindlessly. In no time I've gotten you all aroused and excited, and I start leading you around the parking lot, beckoning you to follow me, alternating between facing you and striking sexy poses and spinning around and strutting away from you so you can follow me and watch my sexy ass as it gyrates up and down, back and forth. To make things worse, I've been playing a little "cover me up" game, where my tits come falling out of my tiny little lacy red top, and each time they do, I insist that you come and help me cover them up. When you do that, I stroke your cock inside your bathing suit with my sexy nails and fingertips. Over and over I repeat this game, sometimes stroking you right away after you cover me, sometimes making you wait, or not doing it at all. And I've been diabolically jiggling my tits while you watch, making them fall out, just so I can make you cover me, and sometimes even that becomes a little game of denial, with me simply pushing your hands away on a whim as you reach up to try to cover my sexy tits! When we left off before, I was suggestively stroking your upper body with my slutty red teasey fingernails, and you were begging me to take your cock out to play! Good boy!! I already told you how much I love making men beg for my charms, and it's soooo much fun to continue this behavior...particularly with guys who have submissive desires...who just love to be teased and denied....guys just like you! After making you hold out your arms, I've been taking those sexy nails you love and softly stroking the entire length of your arms, from the very tips of your fingers all the way up to your shoulders. But I've been taking my time, making small little strokes from your fingers to your wrists, slowly getting longer, going farther, but always pulling them off and starting over... Little by little, my stroking starts to slow down, with the straight strokes slowly becoming little zig-zags, getting wider and wider...sometimes I just go back and forth on one particular area, or just go in circles, round and round and round...I look into your eyes the whole time, carefully studying your reactions, watching and waiting for any signs of weakness.... But the whole thing is making you weak. You're completely helpless to resist me now, you're mine to play with, to toy with...I've got you exactly where I want you!! The sexy fingernail teasing is setting your entire nervous system on fire...tingles of pleasure are shooting through your whole body as I mercilessly demonstrate my skill with regard to stimulating you to mind-blowing extremes. I'm an expert at this, and it's fun to show off my abilities in this area for you, asserting myself over you as I continue to string you along into my little web of desire... Whew - I think that just about gets us up to speed. And I bet it gets your cock "up" to speed as well, doesn't it? I'm sure. So.............let' s continue! My nails are just getting started with you, and the entire time I've been teasing you with them, I've been watching you, encouraging you to beg for more, making you beg me to make my sexy fingernails go down onto your cock. I even teased your cockhead through the shiny material of your bathing suit for a minute, giving you a taste of paradise, before taking it away and leaning over to whisper in your ear, "Beg!" You don't hesitate to oblige me, especially after I stop teasing your cock with my little pinky nail, and you start pleading for more as I giggle at you, simply continuing to stroke my nails over your upper chest. They playfully move all over your neck, taking their time as they explore your jawline, and they start to stroke your cheeks, going over and over from just below your eyes down onto your neck. I especially love this technique where I place my nails on a certain part of your body and slowly stroke toward your midsection - it's so suggestive, so enticing, and it constantly suggests how my sexy fingernails are going to end up tending to the most sensitive part of your male anatomy....but they only go a few inches before I pull them off and start the whole process all over again. I show you how this technique can be modified, as I start to make longer strokes, starting on your face and lightly moving down your neck, toward your chest. I go a little longer each time before pulling them away, then start going a little shorter each time. Then, I simply take them away and wait for you to beg for more...the moment you do I give them back to you. It's like I'm letting you control them...you can make them do what you want....but you have to humiliate yourself a little by begging and pleading with me for more erotic fingernail teasing! "Good boy, baby, " I say sweetly as I continue the kinky nail cocktease, "keep begging, just like that!" I let my sexy nails move down toward your nipples, and they begin to make little strokes round and round your nipples, getting closer and closer until they are finally stroking right across them. Your begging intensifies as I gleefully play with your sensitive nipples, and they respond by getting erect as I pinch them gently between the tips of my fingers. You breathe in sharply as new sensations of pleasure shoot up your spine, and I tweak your nipples, using the tips of my thumbnail and index fingernail to pinch them softly, then a little harder. Your body twitches, and I laugh at your predictable response to this exotic stimulation. Your begging continues, and you just keep saying "Please", over and over and over, and I am loving every minute of it. You don't say what you're begging for, and despite my enjoyment of encouraging you to be more specific sometimes, I am satisfied leaving you in that state, simply begging for more of whatever I see fit to give! Slowly, my nails move off your nipples, making little circles around them and then starting to move downward. I move a few inches down, then pull them away and go back to circling your nipples. Over and over this happens, and I smile broadly at your inability to do anything besides beg for more. You are simply allowing all this teasing to happen, drinking it in and eating it up. It is simply delightful, for both of us, just the way it should be! I continue to stroke my nails down your chest, taking my time, going a little farther each time before pulling away, and then I begin a new technique where each hand takes turns sliding the nails down your chest, left, right, left, right...and I alternate between slow, lazy strokes and quick fast strokes...I even modify the pressure of my nails on your chest.....soft, harder, soft, harder. The whole thing is completely overwhelming, and your eyes close as the pleasure short-circuits your brain and you stop begging. I've been waiting for this, I knew full well I could take you to that place, I was just waiting for it to happen. I take a step back and look down at your cock, still bent in half inside your sheer bathing suit, and I say teasingly, "Awwww, look at your cock! I think it's sprung a leak!!" I point down at it, and you look down and notice the wet spot of pre-cum that has started to leak out of it. I know I really have you right where I want you now, that my fingernails have the power to not only tease you to a heightened state of sexual arousal, but to actually make your cock OOZE for me!! I step back toward you, slowly, deliberately, and you watch as I jiggle my tits again, making them fall out of the lacy red bikini top. Without being asked (and much to my delight) you reach out to cover me up, but I catch your wrists with both hands and say "Ah-ah-ahhhhh, let's just leave my titties all uncovered, okay baby?" You look into my eyes and nod, and I giggle some more at your total submission to me at this point. You do what I say...whatever I want...exactly the way I want.... I release your hands and you just let them fall at your sides, knowing you'd better not do anything else with them. And then I begin the sexy fingernail cocktease all over again, dragging my nails down your chest, slowly going closer and closer to your crotch. Little by little, the strokes start lower and go lower, until I am focused on the last foot or so near your crotch. "Does slavey want Kitty to take his cock out to play now??" "Yes, PLEASE!" "Awwww....not yet!" Your eyes roll back into your brain as the denial sinks in, and I just smile as I study your reaction and keep stroking my nails toward your crotch, then pulling them away. I then start from below, reaching down to place them on your thighs and stroking them upwards. Again and again I bring them oh-so-close to your cock before pulling them off, and the same variations in technique begin to occur, the straight strokes turning into zig-zags, then circles, and then pausing, waiting for you to beg for more. "Now honey, every time I stop stroking you with these nails I want you to beg for more, okay?" "YES, Kitty!!!" "Here we go...." And this new little game begins, as I stroke my nails down your chest again, grinning from ear to ear as I take my time, making you wait for me to stop. When I do, you burst out in a pathetic display of desire and total submission, and I laugh at you, waiting a few seconds as I drink in the effect I'm having on you. But then I continue, and the moment I start stroking you again, you stop begging, and I laugh and say, "Very good, sweetie!" My nails once again begin approaching your cock, and each time I pull them away I simply don't put them back, which causes you to beg for more....this is a truly cruel little game, as I am simply insisting that you beg and plead for each and every little morsel for kinky fingernail teasing that I am offering... Finally, after several more minutes of this, I reach down with my pinky nail and start teasing the bulge of your cock, right where it's bent in half under your suit. "Thank me when I do this, honey!" I say sweetly but firmly, and you don't mind one bit as you start to thank me profusely. I keep stroking with my little pinky nail as you continue to thank me, and I slowly slip my fingers inside the top of your suit, tugging it outward slightly. "So....what else did you want Kitty to do with your sexy cock?" "Please take it out!" "Oh.....is that what you want?" "Yes!" "Hmmmmmm.....I don't know, I'm having sooo much fun making you beg me to tease you, and I just LOVE it when you thank me for teasing you...." "Please!!" "What?" "Please take out my cock!" "Are you a good boy?" "Yes, Kitty!" "Yes you are, but you are also very naughty, aren't you?" "Yes, I am!" "Yes, you are, you're a very naughty boy for wanting Kitty to take out your cock and play with it!" Teensy Weensy Bikini PrickTease Pt. 04 My tiny little red bikini pricktease has resulted in the usual state of heightened sexual arousal for you...I've been showing myself off for you, strutting around in my slutty high heels, and I've been making you cover up my titties each time I wiggle them and cause them to spill out of my bikini top! And I've proceeded to give you a nice, kinky fingernail cocktease, using my sexy red fingernails to tantalize and stimulate you as we play a delicious little begging game. Over and over, my nails keep stroking down your tummy, circling your belly button for a while, moving closer and closer toward your cock. You are pleading wildly, as I watch you respond to my incessant teasing...I'm drawing this out to such an incredible extent, more than anything you could ever possibly imagine, and I'm really getting off on seeing exactly how long I can make you wait...it could be forever if I felt like it! But then, finally, I reach down and tug on the strap of your suit, pulling it down very slowly, releasing your cock from its confinement. It flops out, and starts to twitch and pulse as it bobs up and down, getting even harder as it is finally granted the pleasure of being free from your bathing suit. I watch it carefully, impressed with the way it's responding to my erotic cockteasing. I smile girlishly, giggling as I say, "Awwww...that's what you wanted, baby, isn't it?" You are speechless for a moment as the sensation of your cock finally being released overwhelms you. You moan as I take my little pinky nail and teasingly touch the very tip of your cockhead, right on the slit. I tickle it a little, moving it ever so slightly over the tip of your erection, and you mindlessly push your cock forward. But I knew you were going to do that, it's an almost involuntary response at this point, and I simply pull my nail away, playfully scolding you, "Now, now, I already told you that you're a very naughty boy, now you behave yourself!" You watch as I take my slender fingers and place them gently on the underside of your cockshaft, letting them gently slide along the length of it as I lift it up a little. I let them slide up and off your cock, and it bounces and bobs around as I watch your reaction. Your eyes are closed...the sensations are mind-blowing and it's incredible how good it feels, particularly after I've made you wait so long for it, and made you want it so badly by denying you and making you beg. "There now, sweetie, that's what you wanted, isn't it! Mmmmmm, feel my nice, soft fingers, touching your big, sexy cock...yeah, Kitty's gonna give you a nice, yummy handjob now!" Your head tilts back as my words sink into your brain, and your eyes close as I repeat the process, taking my soft fingertips and sliding them along the length of your cock again... Suddenly you feel the material of your suit snap back in place, and your cock is now captured underneath the suit, confined but standing straight up proudly. The length of your cockshaft is now vulnerable, available for more teasing...and I immediately start in on it, taking my fingertips and running them up the length of it. It's time to show off my skill again, and I begin by taking the sharp tips of my nails and putting them on the base of your cock, right above your balls. I look into your eyes with a knowing smile, and you know exactly what I want....you begin begging me to tease your cock, and I burst out laughing as I just leave my nails there, letting you plead with me to tease you! How delicious!! I make you wait a nice long time before I say, "Shhhhhhh", and you go quiet as I start to slowly stroke the tips of my nails up the highly sensitive shaft of your cock, and I pull them off right as they approach the head and pause. I look into your eyes, as though I'm waiting for something, and you know exactly what to do, and you burst out begging, which causes me to repeat the teasing cockshaft-stroking. Over and over this game repeats, and once again I display my teasing skills as the strokes take on different techniques, zig-zagging, circling, curly-cue'ing...your begging gets more intense each time I stop, and each time I do, I make you wait a little longer before continuing. This type of teasing is my absolute favorite, having you so helpless and vulnerable, so stimulated, and making you beg and plead with me for more of what I'm offering, but then withholding it. I've come to understand that it is so much more effective to show you what I'm going to give you, demonstrate it to give you a nice taste of the pleasure that awaits you, and then slowly and deliberately take it away. Give you some, take it away, offer it back, make you want it, make you beg for it, give you just a little more, or not....this is cockteasing at its finest!!! As I deny you like that, your desire goes completely haywire, even more so than if I simply denied you outright. And so it is with you right now, as you wail out in agony, pleading for more attention from my kinky, loving fingernails, but I simply laugh at you and take a step back, leaving you in your hopelessly aroused state, placing my hands on my hips and throwing my weight to one side as I carefully observe my delicious erotic handiwork... Without being told, you follow me, and I let you approach me and reach down to stroke your cockshaft through the shiny material of your suit. The sheer fabric offers you a higher level of pleasure than some other type of suit...you were wondering why I insisted that you wear this stretchy spandex suit and now you know why! "Keep begging, baby, don't forget!" I say gleefully, and you oblige me...the feelings inside you are unlike anything you've ever experienced...to be so helplessly at my mercy, so out of control...so controlled by me! Your body begins to tremble as my nails stroke up and down your cockshaft, and then they start to focus on your cockhead, circling it with the tips of two of my nails... You've told me how sensitive your cockhead is....so it deserves extra special attention. I take one hand and lift it to your lips, hushing you as my other hand starts to attack your cockhead. I teasingly stroke the very tip of it through the stretch fabric, letting all four nails of that hand move up and down, back and forth over it. I then start to touch it gently with my fingertip and then take it away, and your whole body thrusts forward each time I remove it...again, it's involuntary. This little game is of particular interest to me...making your body do things completely beyond your control. The way the male sexual organ can be stimulated without the male's consent is absolutely fascinating....men can be made to become aroused without any ability to control themselves....they are simply pawns in the hands of a sexy girl who knows how to control them! And they can also be made to CUM...whether they like it or not, whenever I feel like it....or not! Suddenly, after several minutes of this tortuous teasing, I slip my long-nailed fingers inside your bathing suit and pull it outward, tugging it down so your cock and balls come falling out again, and then letting it snap back right under your balls. The tight strap underneath your testicles gives you erotic pleasure as the pressure on that area is a known point of stimulation for the male physiology, one I'm very familiar with! I then look into your eyes again, lowering my hand to your exposed erection, and you begin to beg, but again I hush you with one finger held up to your lips. I look down and softly take one finger and place it on top of your cockshaft, right in the middle. My thumb reaches underneath and touches the underside of your cockshaft, and I slowly squeeze it between my two fingers. The two finger cocktease is another favorite of mine, and as I slowly introduce you to this technique, your eyes close again as the exquisite pleasure sends jolts of electricity right into your brain. The soft pads of my two fingers begin to slowly slide down the length of your shaft, using the lightest, softest pressure imaginable, and then they move back up. After just one stroke, your cock grows even larger, starting to twitch as the blood pulses through it in response to my exquisite teasing. Again, you instinctively thrust your cock out, and you should have known that it would just make me stop stroking it, but as I said, your body is becoming less and less controllable...it can't help itself as I continue to stimulate you, and I am not helping your situation, not one little bit! "Now, now, now, you stop that!" I say in the most girlish style imaginable, "You have a very naughty cock there, sweetie, and I just may have to teach it a lesson!" And with that, I reach down inside my bikini bottom and teasingly pull out a red satin sash...I look into your eyes and lick my lips seductively as I pull it out, and more and more comes out, about five feet long! "Now, hon, you told me how you might like it if I tied up that naughty cock...is that true? Would you like that??" "Yes, Kitty!" "And....it wouldn't be much fun if we couldn't tie up your balls too, would that be okay?" "YES!!!" "But don't worry, I'm gonna very really nice to you, it's gonna feel soooooooo goooooood, and you're gonna get soooooooo hard! And then, when I've got it all tied up, I'm gonna use these sexy fingernails to make you do all kinds of naughty things....." You watch as I teasingly take the shiny, soft red sash and place it under your testicles, sliding it back and forth as I lift it up, putting gentle pressure on the super-sensitive area right there...I think it has a name, I forget what it's called! And then, I slowly wrap it around the base of your cock and balls, again lifting upwards. Your cock sticks straight up toward the sky as I teasingly play around with the sash, and after a little while longer I make a criss-cross with both ends of the sash and begin to tighten it, oh-so-slowly wrapping up your genitals. As I slowly tighten the knot around your dick and balls, I watch your cock respond the pressure, and my eyes widen as I see what starts to happen... There is nothing in this world more erotic than watching a man's already erect cock get even harder as it is slowly tied up...I watch intently as the veins on the shaft start to swell as the blood becomes restricted by the soft red sash tightening around your prick and balls. The entire length of your cock, which was already fully erect before I started tying it, actually gets noticeably longer as I continue to wrap it up! The feelings of pleasure you feel as I slowly continue to enslave your man-meat take you to an almost out-of-body experience...your cock is becoming more and more MINE with each passing second, and you know it! My smile broadens as I study the effect that this cock-bondage has, and I start to encircle the base of your cock and balls....once, twice, three times. I slowly tighten it, and it causes unbelievable pleasure as the pressure continues to restrict the blood flow to your sex organ...I don't stop until the head of your cock starts to turn all shiny and purple, and the veins on your shaft swell full of blood until they are about to burst!!! I could easily cause you any amount of pain at this point this way, but I seem to instinctively know exactly how to tie up your genitals with just the right amount of pleasure to bring you right to the edge of pain, but not go over. What would the point of that be? We're not into S&M, this is about sensuality and seduction, and yes, complete control over you! And we're there, aren't we? I make a knot with the sash and tie a pretty bow, finishing off my work just like a Christmas present, and I reach down to tickle your testicles a little with the tips of my slutty nails before taking a step back. The sash still has a couple of feet hanging loose, and I hold it like a leash and tug on it playfully, pulling you to me. I've got you now, haven't I!! "Now, sweetie, we're going to go for a little walk around the parking lot, so come with me! And then I'm going to show off another little bathing suit I brought with me....it's black, and made out of a material I know you like...you told me you like it, so I'm gonna wear it for you! And then we're going to discuss what else will happen to you today...." The End

T-shirt for sale by FunKelly T-shirt for sale. Part 13 Frozen in time and place, while feeling each and every goose bump that was pushing out from under my normally smooth skin, I gasped for air. I became petrified to look down, and see the man behind the voice that had recognized me. Every fiber in my being told me to cover up my public shame, yet I desperately fought the urge, and forced myself to put my hands behind my back. Afraid to bring more attention to my nudity by covering up, I stood there and tried to smile. My right hand fingernails were almost cutting through the skin of the palm of my left hand, as I finally mustered the courage to look at the face of the man who could identify me. It was Scott! I dated Scott a couple times, while we were juniors in college, but we ended up becoming friends, without benefits. ***** Let me give you some back ground from my college days, so you can understand how grave my situation had become. I enrolled in a college two hours from my parent's house, so I could drive home for the weekends. I worked hard to get my business degree, but after the weeks classes, I would go home and spend the weekends making T-shirts and delivering them to my customers. I would place my stock orders (blank, colored T-shirts) from my phone, then have them delivered to my parents house. Turning their garage into my little printing shop, I would work tirelessly all weekend, then put the money away in a savings account. I would then deliver the T-shirts to little league teams, girl's softball teams, fire departments, etc. I would then return to school by Monday morning. All through my college years, I worked at achieving the goals I had set for myself, while having what some would say was a boring lifestyle. I had my life plan and for the most part, kept to it. Many in my classes looked at me, as if I was a snob. I declined invitations to parties and events, in order to keep to my schedule. Straight laced and focused. Now Back to the Present Time and Place. ***** To this day, I'm not sure if actual words came out of my mouth at that moment. The moment when I looked down at Scott, and tried to acknowledged that I remembered him. He then quickly introduced me to his friend, Patrick. Patrick said hello, but was obviously more interested in Andre, than he was in me, or my bare pussy that was just feet from his gaze. This was fine with me, since I wanted to crawl into a hole and die anyway. Someone who actually knew me, was seeing me completely naked in a public bar, and I knew I had no words to explain it away. Scott said abruptly, "Kelly! I wasn't sure if it was you! You've cut your hair!" (my hair was shoulder length in college) "All of it!", he continued, as he stared at my bald pussy lips. Scott was one to ask questions, then answer them himself, and go on and on, leaving little opportunity for anyone else to get a word in edgewise. Things hadn't changed, as he said, "So what about you plan? Obviously you're not building your T-shirt business. You were going to be retired by forty. Remember? Well I can see that didn't pan out". He went on and on, unwittingly peeling off layer after layer after layer of my self-respect, self esteem and my dignity, as I just stood there, hoping to come up with some reasonable explanation as to why I was totally naked in a public bar, in San Francisco. Scott finally shut up. He then looked over my naked body, as I stood there, cemented in my exposed, and utter public humiliation, then asked, "So Kelly. Tell me. Why are 'You' naked?" All of the time I stood there, listening to him dissect my life goals, (many of which I had already achieved), I came up with nothing. "NOTHING!". I mean really! What could I say? "Scott. I have some underlying, depraved fantasy to be naked in front of a group of clothed people? I get sexual arousal from being naked in public, and even more so when I experience the total humiliation, that can come from being so exposed ? I had nothing to say! I mean really. Do I tell him, I'm only 26 years old and my house will be paid off by the time I'm thirty ? Do I tell him, I will be retired about the age of forty, if I choose. Seeing me standing there in a San Francisco pub, totally naked, except for my sneakers and ankle socks, He wouldn't believe it. SHIT! I wouldn't believe it ! T-shirt for sale. Part 14 Trying desperately to verbally form and speak out a syllable, any syllable!, I was thankful that my catatonic state was being briefly interrupted. Patrick looked up at me, and asked, "What is that guy's name?", as he turned his eyes toward Andre. I answered, "That's Andre", then mentally returned to the task of finding a solution to my naked predicament. I must confess, I was temporarily distracted by this feeling of being slighted. Patrick had been, and was still, looking passed my bald pussy, positioned only feet from his view, in order to observe Andre. Andre, of course was still dressed in only his skin tight, white briefs and sneakers. I had recognized immediately that Patrick was gay, or bi-sexual, when he and Scott entered the pub. I couldn't help but noticed how he was checking out Andre's ass, when they arrived. "BUT COME ON MAN!" At least acknowledge the fact that my most personal and intimate body part (not to mention, the rest of me) is on display right before your very eyes!", I thought to myself. The sense that this small intermission of my naked humiliation was coming to and end, I again attempted to derive a reasonable explanation to explain away my public nudity. Fortunately for me, Scott's attention had been diverted, when he noticed Ashley and Kayla wearing only their bra and panties, and Kim of course was working the room with her size "D" tits on display, for all to see. I felt a sense of relief, if only for a moment. With all of these distraction, you'd think I would be able to come up with some rational explanation for my public nudity. I could not. Scott returned his attention back to me, again staring at my clean shaven pussy, and said, "Kelly. You never did tell me why you are naked". Totally out of options, I was about to have a complete emotional breakdown. Then Scott, became Scott again, unable to keep a train of thought for more that a few seconds. He looked up to me, and said, "You never used to shave your snatch. Why the big change in personal grooming ?" I mean really. What do you say to that? Explaining why I shaved my pussy, (as so many other women do) would be much easier, or so I thought, than explaining why I was naked in a public bar, in San Francisco. Still. I had no answers. By this time, everyone in the pub was witnessing my naked quandary. Scott again presumed he knew the answers, as he always does, and said, "Don't tell me. You wait tables in the nude and shave your pussy, so you can get bigger tips. Still trying to retire by forty, huh ? Am I right?" To validate Scott's version of my present circumstance, would be admitting to a false narrative of my life. I just couldn't do it, even if it meant putting and end to my emotional torment. I was just about to admit the perverted truth to him, when Alice walked up and stood beside me. I was terrified she was about to say something that would completely eradicate my remaining shreds of dignity. T-shirt for sale. Part 15 Alice completely surprised me, as she said in a much softer tone, than I was used to. "Well Kelly. I hope you've learned your lesson about betting. Blanch and I are going home now. Please consider attending our party tomorrow evening. Becky has all the details. Now remember our agreement! Not a stitch of clothing until 2:00 am! I'll know if you get dressed before then". She then gave me a motherly hug, and headed for the door. Blanch stepped up and also gave me a hug, as she whispered in my ear, "Thanks for such a great time Kelly. It's been a long time since I've seen anyone keep Alice at bay. I know she enjoyed it too. I hope to see you tomorrow night", as she smiled, then followed Alice out the front door of the pub. Trying to come to grips with what had just occurred, I watched as Scott sat cockily back in his chair, and said, "So. You lost a bet, huh? I can't wait until Stacy and Sue get here". Even Patrick pulled his attention from Andre, long enough to show his amusement. OMG! Stacy Brewer and Sue Croft were my biggest critics in college. Could Scott be referring to them? I was to find out the answer was a demoralizing "Yes". Alice meant well, but her clever escape plan for my naked dilemma, had now become an almost two hour naked sentence. A sentence that was to be carried out in front of the two people in my life, who had outright disdain for me, even if it was unfounded. I excused myself and went to see Becky at the bar. Kim, Ashley and Kayla had been happily keeping up with the drink deliveries. They were enjoying their buzzes, the exposure, but most of all, they were enjoying watching me attempt to explain away my public nudity to Scott, right in the center of the pub. Becky slid a fireball shot across the bar and said, "You look like you could use this". I gratefully downed the shot in a second. The front door opened and Stacy and Sue entered the pub. I turned away, concealing my face, while catching a glimpse of my clothes on the counter behind Becky. The girls met up with Scott and Patrick, then found two vacant chairs to pull up to the their table. Andre went to greet them and take their drinks orders, much to the delight of Patrick. I could tell Scott was letting the girls know how he had found me at the pub, serving drinks in the nude. Becky caught me eying my clothes, slid another shot to me, and said, "Don't let them get the best of you Kelly. If you can handle Alice, you can certainly handle those two lightweights. I downed the second shot, picked up the girls' drinks, mustered all the courage still available to me, and walked over to their table. Hoping to avoid making eye contact, I placed the drinks on the table. All four at the table were snickering, or outright laughing, while taking photos of me with their phones. The awkward silence was only broken when Stacy said, "Hey Kelly. Long time no see. I certainly didn't expect to see "This" much of you, especially in a public bar, if ever our paths had crossed after college. How's your business doing?", all the while still laughing and taking photos of me. Just when I felt I could take no additional debasement, Kim, Ashley and Kayla came to my rescue. Kim put her arm around me, and asked, "How's the biggest loser of our card game doing?" Not understanding what she meant, I remembered what Alice had said about learning a lesson from my betting. I kept quiet, hoping Kim would continue, leading me to an understanding of her strategy. I didn't have to wait long, since Sue came right out and asked, "What card game?" "Well", Kim continued, "Our crazy old millionaire friend Alice, put up $10,000.00 for the four of us to play a game of strip poker at her house. The first one naked has to serve drinks from 10:00 pm to 2:00 am here, while fully naked. That would be our friend Kelly here. (As she tapped me on the head) The next two to loose all their clothes would have to assist our naked little waitress, wearing only their bra and panties". Ashley and Kayla stepped forward with great big smiles, as they stood there modeling their lingerie. Uninterrupted, Kim went on with her fabricated story. "The winner, won both the money and the opportunity to watch her exposed friends serve drinks for four hours". "Who won?" Patrick asked, the bare breasted Kim. "I did! Of course!" Scott asked, "Then why are you topless?" Kim's response was priceless. "Because I have nice tits and I like to show them off, silly!" Stacy and Sue started to chuckle, when Kim leaned on the table, allowing her size "D's" to dangle in front of the group. She looked down at the two women, and said, "Let's see your tits, ladies!" Both women looked horrified, as they put their hands over their already covered breasts. "Can I get anyone anything else?", Kim asked, putting her hands on her hips, purposely leaving her tits exposed for further inspection. Stacy and Sue had been completely stifled, and for the first time in his life, Scott was speechless. Kim then turned her attention to Patrick. "What's your name handsome?", she asked him. Patrick softly replied, "Patrick". "Well Patrick. I know what you want, but unfortunately, Andre is working right now", as she turned her focus to Andre and his sleek tan skin, still taking drink orders. She turned her attention back to Patrick, and said, "But I'll put a good word in for you", as she winked at him and walked away. Ashley and Kayla went back to mingling with the crowd, but stayed close by, just to add a bit of additional intimidation, in case Stacy and Sue decided to persist in degrading me in my public surroundings. I smiled at the group and returned to serving drinks to the customers, thinking how brilliant Kim's deliverance of me from my naked predicament was. T-shirt for sale. Part 16 Having Scott and the girls watching my every move, (not Patrick so much, since I didn't know him before) was.....well how can I put this....."Cramping My Style!". Even if, serving drinks to total strangers, while completely naked, had only become part of "My Style", about two hours ago. New customers were filtering into the pub, and the constant stares of the four, was taking the fun out of being the only one naked, for me. Finally! About 12:30 pm, the group of antagonists, were preparing to leave. Stacy said, she meant no harm earlier and would like to get a photo of me, with her and Sue. I naively agreed. I stood between the girls, while Scott took the picture. Stacy took the phone from Scott and examined the photo. "This will be perfect for our "Alumni Five Year Reunion" invitations! See you around Kelly!", as she sneered at me, while they all walked out of the pub. OMG! She was going to make sure those who graduated college with me, were going to see me naked in a bar in San Francisco! I would be known as the graduating class slut! I was contemplating the possible ramifications of the event, when Andre grabbed my arm and said, Kelly! Snap out of it! We have a photo request". My last photo request may have just exposed me as, "The Tawdry Tramp of Southwest Oregon", I thought to myself. I was skeptical of the invitation. He took my hand and led me to the juke box area. I was so consumed with Stacy's statement, I had almost forgotten I was naked. Noticing that the customers had formed a half circle around the area, I became unnerved. All their eyes seemed to be concentrated on my exposed physique. That was until Andre started speaking. "Thank you everyone for being here tonight. It's been quite a while since we've had a fully nude server, so I would like to extend my personal appreciation to Kelly". In unison, everyone in the pub said, "Thank you Kelly!", as they began to applaud me. Watching so many clothed people clapping their hands, some blowing me kisses and everyone showing a genuine appreciation for me serving them while naked, was overwhelming. The exuberance of being the only one naked, was rapidly returning, as I smiled back at the crowd, acknowledging the appreciating audience. Andre turned to me, and said, "Kelly. They want you to get on my shoulders, so they can get some photos". I looked at Andre, and replied, "Sure! Why not?" Deep down, the thought of my bare pussy resting on the neck of this 5' 10", 180 pound, bronze specimen, was definitely appealing to me. I stepped up on a chair, then put my left leg over his shoulder, while he was bent over. I followed with my right leg, then Andre stood up straight. He held onto my knees, and paraded me around the pub, as the customers were taking photos of us, at a feverish pitch. I fought the urge to start gyrating my hips, as my moist pussy was rubbing against the back of Andre's neck. Can you imagine the humiliation of climaxing right there in the pub? Right there, In front of everyone? Believe it or not, I actually thought to myself, "If I had and orgasm right now, would Andre know, or would he think it was his own sweat running down his back?" I started to focus on the facial expressions of the surrounding customers, in order to take my mind off my ill-timed, yet completely aroused state. Seeing the authentic gratitude in the faces of those taking our photos, I began to feel more relaxed, and less horny. Andre and I had made several trips around the pub, allowing everyone to take all the pictures they wanted. Finally, Andre stopped at the bar, where Becky was waving an envelope for me to see. Andre squatted down, allowing me to shimmy off his shoulders, and onto the bar. As he stepped aside, I was left sitting there, legs still spread wide open, as the crowd continued to take photos of me. You would think I would have done something to conceal my inner vaginal region, but I waited a few seconds, allowing anyone who wanted photos of my most private female parts, to have them. Leaning back on the palms of my hands, while sitting on the bar on total display, was as I had said earlier, "Intoxicating!". I 'Had' become the "Tawdry Slut of Southwest Oregon", and I was loving it!. By this time it was almost 1:00 am, and more customers were entering the pub. I hopped off the bar, and anxiously waited for Andre to send the drink orders. Becky took this opportunity to hand me the envelope she was holding. "What's this?", I asked. "It's a personal invitation to serve drinks at Alice's party for tomorrow night", Becky replied. I remembered Alice has been writing something at her table, between our little sparring sessions, concerning my nudity. I looked at the envelope, then back toward Becky. Becky looked back at me, and said, Well. Open it". I opened the letter of invitation, and it read as follows: "Dear Kelly, I first wanted to thank you for a wonderful time. Blanch and I thoroughly enjoyed our visit to "Brian's", this evening. You're great charm and wit, provided us with superb entertainment, and I trust you feel the same. We would very much like to have you serve the cocktails at our formal gathering tomorrow evening. You're attire would be much as it was this evening, total nudity with the exception of a bow tie and heels, which will be provided. The hours are from 8:00 pm until 12:00 am, and pays $1000.00, You possess such an adorable little figure, it would be a shame to pass on this opportunity to put it on display one more time, while you're in town. My hope is that you may enjoyed exhibiting your charms, as I'm sure our quests will enjoy partaking in viewing them. Kelly. See Becky for the details and any questions you may have. We hope to see you there. Sincerely. Your new friends, Alice and Blanch I read the letter several times, then looked to Becky for advice on how I should proceed. Becky said, "Here Kelly. Go deliver these drinks, and I'll fill you in on what you can expect at one of Alice's formal affairs". T-shirt for sale. Part 17 I brought the tray of drinks to the three young men sitting at the center table, Scott, Patrick and the girls, had vacated just a short time earlier. Realizing I was down to just an hour of my public nudity adventure, I smiled down at the three, and asked. "So what brings you guys in here tonight?" I wanted to make small talk with the three young men, so I could continue leaving myself exposed to their gazes, as long as possible. I guess I was trying to get in some last hour cheap thrills, before the pub closed at 2:00. I was to find out the three had been viewing my naked body for some time. "You did!", one replied, enthusiastically. "I did?", I responded. Another answered, "Yeah. We've been watching you through the front window for a while now". OMG! The front windows were so shaded, it never occurred to me that people could see in, better than they could see out. Who knows how many had witnessed my naked, public spectacle. I became engulfed with feelings of shame and humiliation, while becoming even more aroused. The third young man started telling me what the three of them had witnessed. My arousal, brought on by my sense of shame and humiliation, was the only thing allowing me to stand there and listen to him, as he and his two friends, never took their eyes of my bare flesh. "When we first arrived, you were serving four people who were sitting right here. You seemed very uncomfortable, so we all wondered why you were naked, if it made you so uneasy. But after they left, and your rode on that guy's shoulders, (as he pointed to Andre) around the pub a few times, then sat on the bar with your legs spread open, we figured you actually liked it, and those four must have been assholes". Hearing about my naked antics from the perspective of these three eye witnesses, was bringing my arousal to new heights. Every sense of propriety, along with my own moral code, told me to excuse myself and call it a night, but I just couldn't. With fully erect nipples, I remained standing in front of the three exuberant faces, with my now moist pussy, right at eye level. It was all I could do, to keep myself from sliding my fingers into my slit, and massaging my clit right there. I was hoping the young men wanted to further inspect my naked body, as much as I wanted them too. They seemed so young and juvenile, yet full of anticipation, that I made every effort to continue the conversation, remaining on display. One of the young men asked, while never taking his eyes off my clean shaven pussy, "Will you be here tomorrow night?" I was so flattered, that it made it difficult for me to tell him, "No", as I noticed I had more drinks to deliver. I told the three I needed to return to work, but that I'd be back. I returned to the bar and I met Becky, as she giggled, and said, "That's co cute! You have a fan club!" Unable to control my excitement, I took her into my confidence. I quietly told her how much I was enjoying being naked, and equally as important, how turned on I was. She responded by saying, Then you should serve drinks at Alice's party tomorrow night. I took the drinks to the appropriate table, then made a detour back to see the three young men. I sat down in the empty chair at their table, and spent a few minutes chatting, before returning to Becky, to get the details of the upcoming formal (and I'm sure, sorted) affair. All I knew so far is that I would again, be totally naked while serving drinks to clothed people. The pub had thinned out to about twenty-five people. Becky, Kim, Ashley, Kayla, Andre and I, plus the three young men and about fifteen others. Becky leaned in over the bar to fill me in on the details of Alice's party. I took the opportunity to kneel up on a bar stool, strategically keeping a small gap between my thighs. I wanted to display my ass and smooth pussy lips to my audience of three, along with any of those remaining, who wanted to see my most private parts, on exhibit in this most public venue. T-shirt for sale. Part 18 Happy my bar stool was padded, allowing me to be comfortable while displaying my ass and pussy, I listened to Becky reveal what can be expected at one of "Alice's Formal Gatherings". "Well to start with Kelly, you must understand that Blanch and Alice are very wealthy. The guest list is always limited to 30, and anyone receiving an invitation will show up". Becky continued, "All guests are required to wear Victorian era, formal attire. It doesn't matter if you are male and want to wear a gown, or female and choose men's regalia. As long as it is from that era. That includes Alice and Blanch. All guests wear a decorative mask with their costumes, they usually come off somewhere near the middle of the party, if the guest so chooses". "The servers basically walk around with trays of champagne or hors d' oeuvres, being available, but not to close to appear intrusive". "Servers?", I asked. "Yes, servers", she replied. "There are usually two male and two female servers. The men wear bow ties, thongs and shoes. The women wear bow ties and high heels". "Why do the men get something to cover their privates, but the women don't?", I asked, convinced I came across as a pouting child. Becky just looked at me, indicating the answer was obvious. The ding on Becky's phone went off. She looked at the phone, then said, "Kelly! You get to make one more delivery to your little fan club!", as she made the drinks for the three young guys. All I could think about, was being naked in front of thirty people, dressed in Victorian style formal wear, as I delivered their champagne naked. After placing the drinks on the table, I put my hands on my hips, craving the exhilaration that comes with being so exposed, all the while knowing anyone could be watching me from outside the pub. I was addicted. The guys asked for some photos, and I has happy to oblige. I was startled when I heard the bell ring at 1:30 am. The same bell that triggered some of us to choose our different levels of exposure, at 10:00. I swiftly made my way back to Becky, then asked her, with a disheartened state of mind, "Do I have to get dressed now?" She grinned, while shaking her head, and said, "No Kelly. That was the "last Call' bell. You still have a half hour to show off your fantastic nipples, great ass, and that 'Oh so smooth' pussy'. As I looked around, I started to feel so self-centered. Kim had taken off her shorts, and was playing pool in the back room, wearing only her red thong and military boots, with the two remaining guys from the auto shop. Ashley and Kayla had removed their bras, and were embraced in a romantic moment, while slow dancing at the juke box. I had been so consumed with the stimulation from my own naked adventure, I hadn't noticed the people that made it all possible. Becky knew immediately how I was feeling, and said, "Why don't you take these drinks back to the pool room?" I nodded, then made my way to Kim, Josh and Mike (the two remaining auto mechanics) with their last call drinks. My emotions grabbed hold of me, so I put the drink tray down, and gave Kim a big hug, whispering my appreciation in her ear. Kim replied, "I know Kelly". She then surprised me, when she cheerfully asked, "Kelly! Want to see my pussy?", as she pulled out the top of her thong. As bizarre as it sounds, we both looked down at her well trimmed, but not shaved mound. We then both laughed, as she told me to return to the bar and help Andre finish with the final drink orders. On my way back to the bar, I stopped to let Ashley and Kayla know how thankful I was for their support this evening. The girls reciprocated, and we took some selfies together. Nothing but smiles and boobs. I quickly returned to the bar, to deliver the many drinks that were now prepared for the "Last Call" crowd. Walking among the remaining customers to deliver the drinks, had quickly become my favorite past-time. With only 25 minutes until closing time, l felt my new found erotic hobby was rapidly coming to an end. I wanted so much for some new eyes to view my nakedness. That was until the front door opened, and a half dozen people walked in. I almost died when I heard the words, "Hey Kelly!", as the six new-comers walked up to me. Three guys and three girls. Two of the guys, Jason and Frank, were from my college days, along with one of the women, Pam. The others I did not know. I wanted to crawl into a hole, as the six of them took in every inch of my naked form. Jason said, "Stacy sent me a text, including your picture. She told me you were waitressing tables, naked, at a bar, but I didn't believe it, so we decided to come by, and see for ourselves". "Of course she did", I thought to myself. With less than twenty-five minutes remaining until the pub closed, I figured there was no point in trying to explain, so I just thanked them for coming by, and told them we would be closing soon. Andre stepped up, and said, "Hi guys. I'm Andre. Just to let you know, I can only take drink orders up until 1:40, but you're welcome to take your time drinking them. We can't serve after 1:45, but you don't have to leave until you've finished your drinks". I could have killed him, as I became so sorry I had hoped for additional eyes to view my nakedness. T-shirt for sale. Part 19 All six quickly placed their drink orders with Andre, and slid two tables together, allowing them all to sit as a group. I tried to excuse myself to deliver the remaining drinks on the bar, when Andre said, "Don't worry about them Kelly. We'll get those. You spend some time with your friends", and walked away, leaving me and my "Utter Shame" on display for my newest customers. My dignity meter had been going up and down all night, but now it was on empty. Not knowing what to say or do, I just waited to hear the demeaning comments, that were sure to follow. I didn't have to wait long though. Pam started the debasement, as they all took their seats, "Nice job with the clippers, Kelly", bringing everyone's attention to my bald pussy. But she wasn't finished yet. "If I didn't know better, I'd guess you were about eleven years old, as closely as you were able to get with the razor". Frank came right out and asked me, "Kelly. Can I get a lap dance?" I was horrified. Even the others looked at him with condemnation. He just sat back and said, "What?", as he looked at them. The phones rarely stopped clicking as my public degradation was being captured for posterity. I excused myself and made my way back to the bar. To my dismay, my clothes were no longer on the counter behind Becky. I looked at her with panic, written all over my face. She just quietly said, "Not until we close, Kelly. This is too good to be true. You may be upset now, but I guarantee you are going to cum buckets, when you remember this experience later". With that, she gave me a head nod, indicating for me take the tray full of drinks, and return to the group. As my defense mechanisms kicked in, I tried to recall how aroused I had gotten, when gripped with the sensation of humiliation earlier. With only fifteen minutes left until 2:00, and hoping the late comers were finished embarrassing me, I decided to be audacious, and deliver their drinks. I put the tray on their table, hoping my shaking hands were not noticed. Without using the tray to cover my shame, as my instincts told me to do, I smiled and said, "Enjoy them". As I was about to return to the bar, when Frank said, "Kelly. I'm sorry about the "Lap Dance", wise crack, earlier". I told him it was o.k., but he continued, "However, I must compliment you on those marvelous nipples, even if your tits are small". The others were laughing, when one of the women, I didn't even know piped in, and said, "You're right Frank. her nipples are marvelous, but her ass is nothing short of sensational!" I knew they were trying to humiliate me further, but if I do say so myself, their description of my anatomy was accurate. The tingle between my legs was returning, as the indignity of the entire episode was taking hold of me. And this time the cavalry wasn't coming to my rescue. I had no choice but to stand my ground, alone. Feeling utterly disgraced, I forced myself to stand there and take the additional ridicule. The photo taking stopped, only to be replaced by the activity of posting my naked photos on the internet. I was so excited to post my own photos on my favorite sites, but having others posting them everywhere was emotionally distressing, if not traumatic. Yet I stood there, and forced myself to smile, attempting to portray the attitude of indifference. It was now almost 2:00, and to my relief, they all downed their drinks and got up from the table. Jason, got the last emotional stab at me, when he said, "I hope your fortunes change for the better, Kelly. See you around", as they all walked out the front door. They left thinking I was serving tables in a pub, naked, for a living. I was sure, neither Stacy or Sue, mentioned the 'Bet", that was the reason we used earlier, to justify my public nudity. The three guys whose company I was enjoying before the humiliating interruption, smiled and waved as they also left. If fact the pub was emptying out rather quickly. Becky had another shot waiting for me behind the bar. "Crouch down Kelly, while you drink this and I'll set you up with another". I took the shot in hiding, so we didn't get caught braking any laws about serving alcohol after hours. I took a quick run to the bathroom to pee, then returned for the second shot. I returned from the bathroom, and made my way back behind the bar again. I took the second shot, knowing I both needed it to calm my nerves, and I was only a two block walk from the hotel. When I came from around the bar, Andre was dressed and locking the front door. Kim, Ashley and Kayla were the only other ones remaining in the pub, and they were also back in their clothes. I was the only one not dressed. When I looked for my clothes. They were nowhere in sight. I asked Becky for them back, and she responded, "They're back in the pool room Kelly. Come on, I'll help you get them. Becky led me to the pool room, while Kim, Ashley, Kayla and Andre followed behind. It was the first time I had seen Becky come out from behind the bar. She had a nice body. At least what I could see through the baggy T-shirt and jeans, she was wearing. When we got to the pool room, Becky turned around, grabbed both side of my face, and started kissing me on the mouth. Weather it was the alcohol, or the sexual roller coaster I had been on all night, I didn't know. All I did know is that I didn't resist. I'm not a lesbian, but it felt really nice. Becky pulled back barely two inches, and said, "You deserve to have an orgasm after what you have been through. I should have been scared, but I was more intrigued. She led me to a chair in the corner and sat me down. It was like I was some kind of human mannequin. I tried to speak, but no words would come out, as she spread my legs wide open. Before I could object, she slid her two fingers into the slit of my now sopping wet pussy. Everyone else knelt down for a better view as she started feverishly massaging my clit. Not only did I not try to stop it, but I started moaning as I spread my legs even further apart. I was too far gone to stop now. I moaned even louder, as my hips started working in unison, with her talented fingers. I let out a scream, as the volume of cum that poured out of my pink, swollen pussy, was like nothing I had ever experienced. Completely limp, and caught up in the ecstasy of the moment, I just made it a point to make eye contact with each of those around me. I slouched in the chair, as Becky took the sticky substance, she had caught in her hands, and rubbed it all over tits and ran it through my hair. Kim asked me if I wanted a photo, and I nodded yes. I sat in the chair, still spread eagle and covered in sweat and my own sticky cum, while we reminisced about the evening. After a few minutes, I stood up and asked Kim to see the most recent photo, All I can tell you, is that I looked like a dirty slut. Becky handed me my clothes, but I was in no rush to put them on. T-shirt for sale. Part 20 The questionable activity of being the "Only One Naked", started as a fantasy, that slowly infiltrated my psyche. After several years of harboring thoughts about the topic, I had now made it a reality, thus my attempt at procrastinating, when it came to putting on my clothes. I didn't want it to end! I wanted to stay naked! Andre, Ashley and Kayla, all gave me big hugs, and told me "Not to be a stranger", then left the pool room and walked out the front door. Apparently, Andre had a key to Brian's Pub, because I watched him lock the door from outside, as the three off them disappeared from sight. Becky looked at me, then asked, "What about Alice's party, Kelly?" I hesitated for only a moment, when she looked at Kim, and asked, "Is she coming to the "Fair" with us tomorrow?" Kim replied, "I don't know. I haven't invited her yet". Becky walked up to me, gave me another kiss on the mouth, (this time with some tongue) and said, "I'll see you at the "Fair", tomorrow. We'll discuss Alice's party there". Then she basically told Kim and I, it was time to leave. Kim looked at me, understanding my hesitation to get dressed. She put my bra and panties in my purse, handed me my yellow sundress, and said, "Put this on, and I'll walk you back to the hotel. I did as she said, then we thanked Becky for a memorable evening, and walked out the door. We then started heading the two blocks, down to the hotel. The cool summer breeze was titillating, as it blew softly up my sundress, reminding me I was completely naked under the thin material. As we walked down to the hotel, I made no attempt to hold the dress down, even when I felt my pussy and my ass, may be exposed. It was so exhilarating. We made it to the hotel, and walked through the front entrance, into the hotel lobby. I noticed the hotel front desk was unmanned, but thought nothing of it. I gave Kim a big hug, and thanked her for everything. Now completely recovered from the stupor, brought on by my first ever, public orgasm, my adrenaline was again flowing freely, and I was wide awake. Kim recognized my alert state immediately, and asked. "Kelly. Do you want to play a game, before you retire for the night?" I responded, "What game?" She replied, "Locked Out Naked", of course. "What is, "Locked Out Naked?", I asked. She then began to explain. "I'll put on my spare hotel uniform from the back room. You give me your sneakers, socks, dress and purse, and I will lock them up in the back office. You pretend you have locked yourself out of your room. And I will have no choice but to help our. "Damsel in Distress", get safely back to her room". I became instantly horny, and replied, "Yes! Yes! I'll play!" I started to take off my dress, when Kim said, "Easy Kelly. We have cameras here. Wait here, and I will go change". Kim walked into the back office, and re-emerged wearing her hotel uniform. She signaled me to follow her, as we entered one of the two elevators. She inserted her special key into the elevator panel, and shut it off. She then looked at me, and said, "O.k. Give me your clothes and your purse". I removed my sneakers and socks, then handed them to her. I handed her my purse, then pulled my sundress over my head, and surrendered it to her. I was totally naked in a public, hotel elevator! Before I knew what was happening, Kim smiled at me, and said, "Don't leave the elevator, as she turned her key, pressed the button for the fifth floor, then ducked out of the elevator, sending me to the fifth floor. I was riding an elevator up to the fifth floor, stark naked. I could see myself in the elevator mirrors, and became overwhelmed with the sense of precariousness. The elevator reached the fifth floor. My titillation was rising, as I watched the doors opened. I cautiously looked out to the left and right, but saw nobody. The door closed and I started moving downward. The elevator stopped at the fourth floor. This was the floor my room was on. To my total dismay, there were two men prepared to enter. I was mortified, as the two men were ogling my naked body. One asked, "So. What do we have here?" For the first time tonight, I covered my tits and pussy with my hands, in total shame. I was barely able to utter the words, "I locked myself out of my room". With the my skin still shiny and sticky, from the cum bath Becky had given me earlier, and my hair all stiff from the gooey substance, I felt so dirty and cheap. "Well sweetie. I guess we have no choice, but to escort you down to the lobby", said the other man, as they both took pleasure in my naked dilemma. They saw to it that elevator stopped at every floor on the way down. As the doors opened on the second floor, I became queasy, as three young girls, obviously going out to an after hours party somewhere, entered the cramped space. "Well Hello!...Lady Godiva! Where's your horse?", one of them said, as all five, in the space that seemed to be getting smaller by the second, started pointing and laughing at me. Finally, we arrived back at the lobby floor. They all stepped out of the elevator, while one of the men held the doors open for me. I was cowering in the corner, when he said, "Well come on! You're not going to find a way to get back in your room, from in there. I could have died when I emerged from the elevator, and saw Kim assisting an older couple, at the service desk, while another man waited in line, behind them. The man holding open the elevator doors, called to Kim, saying, "Miss. This young lady has a problem", as all eyes remained of the dirty little naked girl, standing in the hotel lobby. Kim looked up at me, then said, "Well she'll just have to wait her turn", as she returned her attention back to the older couple, who were now staring at me. Eight pair of eyes were glued to my naked form. Unlike the bar, I wasn't supposed to be naked here. The utter shame and humiliation, was almost more that I could bare. The two men and three girls walked out of the hotel, still laughing at me. That's when the old woman started to walk over to me. I could see the empathy in her eyes, as she stood next to be, unable to comprehend how someone could have allowed themselves to get into such a precarious situation. She said, "You poor thing", when her husband barked out, "Betty! Stay out of it. It's none of you business". Undetered, the old woman said, "George! Don't be so unkind! This poor girls needs help". George took a better look at me, and replied, "That poor girl looks like she just left an orgy". I didn't know the true meaning of degradation, until that moment. T-shirt for sale. Part 21 Just when I felt I might cry, the remaining man awaiting his turn to be assisted by Kim, said, "Take it easy old man. Obviously the girl is in distress". He then looked at me, and asked, "How did you end up like this?" I looked down at the floor, and murmured, "I locked myself out of my room", never looking up. "Well young lady. I for one am a lucky recipient of your unfortunate predicament. You have a lovely figure, and I should know. I'm an artist instructor, and nudes are my forte". Seeing George was becoming irritated, Kim offered an unexpected solution, to help make everyone a bit more at ease. Everyone but me of course. "Sir", she said, as she summoned the art instructor. "Why don't you take this young lady down to the hotel lounge. and buy her a drink. She looks like she could use one, and It's practically empty at this hour. I'll come get you, after I show these people to their room. Their flight was six hours late and they've had a harrowing day". I started to protest, when Kim interrupted, and said, "Go on sweetie. It'll be fine. I will meet you down there in just a few minutes", as she led the old couple to the elevator, leaving me stark naked in the hotel lobby, with the handsome art instructor. The man introduced himself as Charlie, then reached out to shake my hand. I had to uncover my breasts in order to reciprocate. I reached out to shake his hand, and told him my name was Kelly. I figured he was with nude models on a regular basis, so I relaxed my arms, allowing him to see my entire body. Charlie smiled, and said, "Well Kelly. Shall we?" To my surprise, I found myself walking, 'Naked', with a man I had just met, to the hotel lounge for a drink at 3:30 in the morning. It was so surreal. I hid behind Charlie, as we entered the lounge. There were only three people in the entire place. One male bartender, watching TV at one end of the bar, and two women, in their early 30's, sitting at the other end. The bartender acknowledged us, then noticed I was naked, but didn't seem to care. He introduced himself as Chris, then informed us there were no servers after 2:00 am, so if we took a seat at a table, we would have to come to the bar to get our drinks. Charlie suggested we sit at the bar. I told him I wanted to sit at the corner booth, where there was little light. He seemed insistent, so I quietly, but sternly said to him, "Charlie. This is not an art studio. It is a public bar, and I am totally naked! I don't want to sit at the bar!" What he said next, confounded me. "O.k. Kelly, but you have to go the bar for the next drinks. I want to see how you carry yourself, while nude. Just in case you ever pose for one of my classes". All I could think to myself was, "Charlie. You should have seen me two hours ago, when I was serving drinks to dozens of customers, wearing absolutely nothing but my sneakers and ankle socks". I did however, find the silver lining provided, among all the humiliation and degradation, from this most recent episode of my naked adventure. I could pose nude, for art classes in my area, whenever I had the urge to expose myself to a group of clothed people. I told Charlie what kind of drink I wanted, then confidently walked passed the two women at the end of the bar, and to the corner booth, trying to impress him with my composure. The cool vinyl seating against my bare ass, was an immediate reminder of my nakedness. (as if I needed one) Charlie handed me my drink, sat down, then asked the question, I knew was coming. "So Kelly. How "Did" you manage to get locked out of your room while naked?" Maybe it was Kim's influence, I'm not sure, but I started telling Charlie a story, as if it was completely true. In basic terms, I lied to him. I looked him right in the eye, and said, "I was face-timing with a friend, when she dared me to get some ice from the machine in the hallway, while naked. Unfortunately for me, I took the dare". "I set up my phone, so she could see me leaving, then returning to the room, with the ice", I continued. "The problem was, I became so anxious, I left the room with the ice bucket, but not my card-key. You can not imagine the terror that ran through my entire body, when I realized my mistake", adding a touch of trepidation to my performance. "That sounds dreadful", Charlie said. "But you appear more relaxed now", as he looked at my erect nipples, then added, "Well mostly". I looked down at my stiff, enlarged nips, then back to Charlie, and said, with a childlike pout on my face, "It's chilly in here", never making an attempt to conceal them. Just then, Kim walked up to our booth, and said, as she smiled at Charlie, "You must be Charles. I'm sorry for the delay, but I can get you checked in now". Charlie handed me his business card, saying jokingly, "I don't know where you could put it", as he chuckled. He then continued, "Kelly. If you have any interest in 'Life Modeling', please give me a call". I looked at Kim and said, Excuse me, Miss. What about me?' Kim looked down at me, and said, "My name is Kim. It's right here on my nametag. I remember "Your" name, "Kelly", from when I checked you in earlier", with a look of irritation on her face. "I'm going to check this gentleman in, then I will return and take you up and get you in your room". She then turned to Chris, and in a volume loud enough for the women at the end of the bar to hear, said, "Chris. This girl obviously has no place to keep any money. Set her up with a drink on the house for me, will you?" Chris nodded, then Kim and Charlie left the lounge, leaving me sitting there, naked, as they returned to the reception desk in the lobby. Chris made my drink, then set it on the bar, as he grinned. He knew, what I knew. Kim had set me up. I would have to walk across the lounge, naked, if I wanted the drink. I realized the two women were lesbians, since I had seen them kissing several times during my short time in the lounge. I figured they had no interest in me, as I walked my 'naked ass' to the bar to retrieve my drink. I figured wrong.

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 13 After going through their ordeal at the fast food restaurant, Susana and Heather’s evening had turned out to be much more subdued. They had arrived home without anyone further seeing them naked. Susana had been worried about what her dad might say about her nudity, but as she stood there in front of him, naked as can be in their kitchen, he seemed to be mostly focused on his dinner, and kept whatever thoughts he really had about the two teen girls being nude to himself. Lauren also layed off the two naked girls once they got home, seemingly satisfied with her fun. Susana was able to get dressed as soon as dinner was over, and then drove her naked friend home. She made sure to stick to the side roads, much to Heather’s relief, and delivered her naked friend to her house without further exposing the girl. The only real worry for Heather came when, after having made a mad dash from the car to her front door, she had to wait an agonizing minute to be let into the house. Susana waited in the driveway, making sure her friend was safely inside before taking off. She got first hand confirmation of the new rules exactly as her friend had explained, and of just how serious her friend’s parents seemed to be about those rules, as Heather’s mom leaned out the front door to wave at her, giving the girl a fleeting glance at the woman’s bare bussem. Susana spent the rest of her night held up in her room, wanting to avoid her whole family, especially her little sister, after the events that had transpired that day. The next morning, however, Susana couldn’t avoid coming face to face with her younger sister, as they passed each other in the hallway. “Good morning, Susie!” Lauren cheerfully mocked her older sister. Susana had once demanded people stop calling her Susie when she was younger, wanting to sound more grown up, and knew her sister was just trying to get under her skin. She just gave an annoyed grunt as she tried to head into the bathroom. “Oh stop being so grumpy!” Lauren kept her same smiling demeanor, preventing her sister from closing the door all the way. “I want to know if you are coming running with me today?” “No, I don’t want to go running with you, Lauren.” She responded callously, trying to close the door, but her sister had placed her foot in the way. “Come on. It’ll make you feel better.” Lauren put on a mock puppy dog pleading look. “Fine, don’t come running with me! I think we both know the real reason you’re all grumpy this morning.” “You know exactly why I’m mad at you!” Susana said, really starting to lose her temper. “Yeah, it’s ‘cause you’re wearing clothes again!” Lauren laughed. Susana was so taken aback by her sister’s response, she was almost put into a stupor. “I..! I..! I..!” She stammered, “I hate you!” She finally got out, a few tears falling from her eyes. “How would you like it!?” She shouted, her anger finally getting the better of her. “How would you like it if you were forced to go naked at Burger Mountain!?” “That’s never going to happen.” Lauren responded coldly, continuing to taunt her sister. “I’m just not as brave as you are Susie. I’m just not as comfortable in my skin as you.” What Lauren was telling her sister was the absolute truth. She envied her older sister’s body, and dreaded the mere thought of anyone ever seeing her naked, knowing she was not even close to beginning to be as well endowed or as shapely as her older sister, and worried she never would be. “Nope. I’ll leave the going naked all to you, Susie.” “HNGGGHHH!” Susana shrieked in pure frustration. Lauren quickly backed away, thinking her sister was about to get physical with her, and Susana slammed the door shut in response. “What’s going on?” Their older brother, Paul, groggily poked his head out of his bedroom door, having been woken up by the screaming. “Nothing.” Lauren answered. “I was just asking Susana if she wanted to go jogging with me.” She said, quickly scampering back to her own room, thinking she might have pushed her sister a little too far. “Guess the answer was no.” Paul said to nobody, as his youngest sister had just shut her own bedroom door. ***** The next morning for Abbie began fairly similar to the previous. She got up early, much earlier than any of her other siblings or her mom, as usual, and headed downstairs to get a quick bite to eat, before heading to the door to meet Blake for their morning jog. Blake was practically all smiles as his naked girlfriend opened the door to greet him. “Good morning. Beautiful.” He looked her up and down, making the nude girl blush. “Morning Blake.” Abbie gave a hint of a smile back to him as she stepped outside and gave him a quick kiss. She wasn’t completely happy to be going outside in the nude again, but couldn’t help enjoying the way her boyfriend was looking at her. “Everything’s alright, right?” She seemed to be out of sorts. “I mean…” He dropped his voice down low. “Is this about what happened yesterday?” “What do you mean?” She gave him a confused look. “About, you know, what we did… Yesterday? Afternoon?” “Oh!” Abbie blushed, and then smiled, remembering how wonderful it had been. “No, that was… Amazing.” She felt like she couldn’t find the words to express how she really felt. “And I don’t think I could have found anyone better to do that with.” She added, causing the boy to blush in response this time. He basfully looked away from her. “Uhhh… Thanks Abbie. I wouldn’t have wanted to do that with anyone else, either.” He looked her in the eyes, smiling a bright smile. “Thanks Blake.” She responded, adding, “So, should we start our run?” before anymore awkwardness could creep in between them. Blake nodded his head, and the two started on their way. They began as usual, heading down the suburban streets, passing the few other early birds along the way, mostly adults who were headed into work at the early hour, until they reached the entrance of the park. Abbie now knew, even if anyone made a complaint to her about her nakedness, there was almost nothing they could do about it, and it gave her some piece of mind and let her feel a little more relaxed about being nude today. They continued down the same trail they always took, the one that cut through the wooded area. Abbie’s heart fluttered a little as they passed the area where the trees opened up into a clearing, where her and Blake had stopped yesterday to have their fun. Neither one made a move to stop this time, now knowing their little spot had not been as private as they had hoped. The two did end up passing Lauren along the way, and Abbie braced herself for what she thought was about to come, but the little blonde girl just gave the two a smirk and continued on her way. Abbie spent the next few minutes trying to figure out what the younger girl’s game was, even asking Blake, “You think she’s letting me off the hook?” He shrugged his shoulders in response, then shook his head, saying “Probably not. If I know Lauren.” When Abbie arrived back home, she heard the hustle and bustle of the rest of her household getting ready for the day. She headed for the kitchen, where she found both her brothers, and her mom eating breakfast. “Morning mom. Morning guys.” She said, grabbing a glass from the cupboard to pour herself some orange juice. "Where's Maddie?" “Good morning Abbie. She's already finished eating and went to brush her hair and her teeth. How was your run today, honey?” Her mom asked as she sat down at the table with them. “It was good, mom.” Abbie answered. “We did our usual routine. Oh and, no complaints about me being nude, if that’s what you're really asking about.” “No need to be snarky, Abbie, but I’m glad to hear it.” Her mom responded with a smile. “Oh, Abbie. I’ll take care of you when I’m done with breakfast.” Adam interjected into the conversation, scooping some oatmeal from the bowl in front of him. “Huh?” Abbie asked out of confusion. “Your shower.” Adam said, “Remember I offered to give you a bath last night after Maddie’s, but you said it was wasteful since you always take a shower after your run in the morning. So, I’ll help you out with your shower after I’m done eating.” Adam gave his older sister a wide grin. “That’s not really…” Abbie started to complain, but noticed the look her mother was starting to give her. “Necessary, if you’re too busy. But if you’re willing, it would be a tremendous help for me, Adam.” He smirked at his older sister. “Of course, Abbie. What are brothers for if not to help their sisters with their showers?” Their mom just gave the siblings a bright smile, and a slight head nod of approval. Once done with breakfast, Adam came over and took his older sister’s hand, first pulling her from her chair, then out of the kitchen and up the stairs, and finally into their shared bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He went over to the tub, and started getting things ready, turning on the water so it could warm up. Abbie just stood there, arms at her sides, muttering complaints to herself about the way she was being treated by her younger brother. Adam looked back at her, seeing she was upset about something. “What’s the matter, Abbie? You enjoyed it when I gave you a bath the other day. What’s the problem now?” “The problem is I don’t need you giving me a shower, or a bath, or anything else. I am perfectly capable of bathing myself, you know. Why did you have to bring it up in front of mom?” “I thought you said it would be a tremendous help if I gave you shower?” He gave her another teasing smirk. “I only said that ‘cause mom was about to blow up at me again. What else could I say?” She gave a little whine at the end of her sentence, hoping her brother might have a little sympathy towards her plight. “Well, whether you want it or not, it sure looks like you could use my help this morning.” “What? I’m not that sweaty.” She gave a little perturbed furrow of her brow, checking under her arm. “I’m not talking about that. Ever since you started going naked, it’s pretty easy to tell when you are aroused, Abbie.” He said, gesturing for her to look at herself in the mirror. Abbie only had to turn and glance at her reflection to see that her nipples were fully puckered, with their hard little eraser heads poking out from her breasts. She could also see that the outer lips of her sex had a slight rosy pink color to them, with a visible schene in the middle from her wetness. She hadn’t even realized she was so aroused, and covered her face with her hands, letting out a moan of shame and embarrassment. “Oh God!” “Don’t worry Abbie. I understand. Having some more fun with Blake, were you?” Adam couldn’t help enjoying her reaction, giving her a little wink, trying to embarrass his sister just a bit more. “We didn’t do anything today!” Abbie tried to defend herself, only to realize what she had just admitted after the words had already left her mouth. “Hey, whatever you two do together is your business. He is your boyfriend now after all.” He gave his sister a knowing grin. “I think the water is ready now.” He held his hand out to her, offering to help her into the shower. She decided to act in defiance, however, pushing his hand out of the way, and getting under the water under her own accord. He just shrugged his shoulders, grabbed his sister’s wash cloth, and after squirting on some body wash, started scrubbing her back. “So, Blake told me you were looking for Matt yesterday.” He said after a long minute. “Huh?” Abbie responded, having finally started to relax a little with the way her brother was massaging her back. “Mathew Stevens. You know? You were naked and spanked at his house the other day.” “Oh, uh…” She paused, not wanting to relive the memory. “Well, you did say I had to invite two boys over to see me naked, but you never said it had to be the first time they saw me naked.” “True, true.” He turned her around, and immediately started massaging her young breasts, making her let out an abrupt gasp. “The whole reason I gave you that punishment was so you would understand you have no reason to conceal your naked body. But you’ve been going jogging the last few days, and I’m sure quite a few people have seen you naked by now.” “Does that mean I don’t have to invite anyone else over?” Abbie asked, hopefully. “No… I think Matt will be good enough to get my point across.” He answered, taking some of the wind out of Abbie’s sails. “Alright. Open your legs. I need to get you clean down there.” Abbie spread her legs open about shoulder width apart, and as she expected, her brother was only using the excuse of cleaning in between her legs to get her to open them. Instead, he immediately attacked her semi-aroused clit with his fingers. Abbie quickly shot up onto her tippy toes, unable to hold in the moan as the sudden burst of pleasure rocked her body. She steddied herself by grabbing her brother’s shoulders, worried she would fall over. Adam, however, just kept up his attack. It only took him a couple minutes to receive the response he had been looking for. He had learned over the last few days how to tell when a girl was getting close, and especially could tell with his older sister, having had a bit practice on her. Before Abbie could reach her peak, he quickly pulled his hand away. Abbie let out a whimpering moan, feeling baffled and completely disappointed. “Why..!?” She panted. “Why’d you stop!?” She gave him a pleading look. Adam smirked at her expression. “Don’t worry. I’m not done.” He reached over, pulling down the hand held shower head, and gave his older sister another little wink. “Oh…” Abbie blushed, familiar with what the spray of the water felt like on her most sensitive bits. Adam soon had her back up on her toes, directing the jet of water with one hand, and opening his sister’s slit with the other. Abbie felt the buildup to release rising again, but before she could get there this time, there was a knock at the door. “I need to brush my teeth.” Timmy barged his way into the bathroom, not waiting for an answer. “Wow! What are you doing!?” He asked with newfound wonder, seeing the way his older brother was holding open his sister’s pussy, and the spray of water aimed in it’s direction. “Come on, Timmy! Mommy says we’re gonna be late!” Madeline walked into the room next, stopping in her tracks when she discovered what her older siblings were doing. “I’m just helping Abbie to get clean.” He answered his brother’s question, and then gave Abbie one more wink. “Come on, kids! We have to get going! They need me a little early this morning!” Their mom said from the hallway, before entering the room herself. “Oh! I see…” She said, getting a large smirk on her face and giggling out loud. “I see you kids have found the massage function.” “Yeah mom.” Adam had started aiming the water stream at Abbie’s aroused clit again. Abbie was feeling totally exposed at that point, her entire family watching as her brother attempted to bring her to orgasm. She wanted to tell him to stop, and yell at everyone to get out, but the pleasure was too overwhelming at that point. She knew she was past the point of no return. So she just let him continue spraying her extremely sensitive clitoris, until she could hold out no longer, giving in to one of the most intense but shameful orgasms of her life. “AHHHHH! OH GOD! AHHHHHHHHH!” Her body shuddered over and over at the pleasure, while the shame of it all just made it that much more intense. After her sister had stopped screaming from her overwhelming climax, Madeline just had to interject, “Wow! Do me next!” “Not now, Madeline. You can have a turn tonight at bath time, ok?” Her mom interrupted. “Ok mommy.” The young girl responded, a little dejected. “Ok, get going downstairs you two.” Their mom ushered the two younger children down the stairs, adding, “Maddie, your clothes are on the couch!” before turning to her older children. “Adam, please help your sister out of there. I don’t want her slipping and falling.” Abbie was still on shaky legs, as Adam helped her to step out of the tub. He quickly retrieved her towel, and started to dry her off, giving him another excuse to feel her up, even right in front of their mom. Not that he really needed anymore permission. Their mom interjected one last time before leaving, “Abbie, you should thank your brother for all of his help. Not many girls have a brother that would help out in the bath like that.” “Thank you, Adam.” Abbie responded, drained of any will to resist, and figuring her mom would just get mad at her if she didn't say it. “Wow, that has got to be the most intense orgasm I have ever seen!” Adam said once he was done drying her off, and grinned. “God, you just love torturing me, don’t you!?” She said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I thought you would enj…” He started to say. “Just leave me alone!” She said, pushing her way past him, and out of the door, shutting herself in her room. Adam didn’t understand the reason for his sister’s outburst, but decided to give her some space, at least until it was time to leave for school. He went to his own room to gather his books and backpack, bringing them down to the living room where he would wait. Then he realized he hadn’t retrieved his sister’s clothes for the day, and deciding he didn’t want to leave things on such a bad foot anyway, headed back upstairs to talk with his sister again. He knocked at her door, slowly opening it. “Abbie?” “God! Damn! Stupid door can’t even have a stupid lock! What do you want!?” She demanded, getting up from her bed. He could see the hurt in her eyes, as a few tears streamed down her face. “I.. I’m sorry, Abbie. Obviously you didn’t enjoy…” “YOU THINK!” Abbie interrupted him. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to make you feel so bad.” He hung his head in guilt. “It was supposed to... to make you feel good...” He had trouble getting all of his words out. “Well it…” She spotted the genuine look of regret on his face. “It did feel nice, but I… Would prefer if I had a little more say in when and how that happens.” “I understand.” He paused before adding. “But it’s not like that’s the first time…” “That’s not…” She exhaled, feeling like she was not getting through to him. “Look. I don’t know why mom wants me to go naked all the time, or has decided to put you in charge of me, or made all of these weird, strange rules, but she did. I just wish you had a little more compassion for me and what I’m going through. I mean, imagine if it was you, and you had to go naked all the time. Or I was the one washing your privates, and then continued to do it even after everyone walked in, especially mom.” “I’m sorry Abbie. I guess I just got all caught up in teasing you about this, that I didn’t even consider how you were really feeling.” “I know. I suppose the real person I should be mad at about all of this is mom, not you. I’m sorry that I took it out on you.” She came over and gave him a big hug. “I’ll try to be more aware of how you’re feeling, and try to ease up on you.” He gave her a little smile. “A little at least. You can’t expect me to completely give up on teasing you.” “You little..!” She shook her head and chuckled, “Brother!” and then punched him in the arm. His eyes went wide as he said, “Oh, I’m gonna get you now!” and he chased her down the stairs. They ended up in the living room, with nowhere left to run for the naked girl. Adam quickly tackled Abbie onto the couch, and started tickling her, making the naked girl squeal in laughter. She knew a tickle fight would be completely one sided, with all of her bare skin exposed, and quickly started begging for mercy. “Please! No more!” “Alright. Alright.” Adam said, helping his sister sit upright, and giving her another hug. “That’s not fair!” She complained in jest. “I don’t have any clothes to protect me like you do.” “I know.” He stuck his tongue out at her. She rolled her eyes at him, and folded her arms over her chest, giving a little pout. “Alright. No more tickling… for the rest of the morning at least.” He gave her a grin, and she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “So tell me, brother, what’s going on between you and Sam?” She asked, mostly to change the subject, but also because she was curious about the way her brother’s friend had been acting last night. “Nothing…” He said, getting a little blush. “What do you mean?” “You have a little crush on Sam?” It was Abbie who was teasing now, with a little grin on her lips. “I… I like her, but it’s just…” He stopped himself. “You like her!” She couldn’t help herself from getting excited for her younger brother, and squeezed him with another hug. “Yeah, I guess.” He said, contemplating. “I just… I don’t know if it’s fair to her.” “What do you mean?” She was getting confused. She had been expecting her brother to react much differently when admitting to his first crush. “Just ask her out if you like her.” “It’s not that simple.” He said, standing up from the couch. “I just, I don’t know if it’s fair to her, with the rules and everything.” “Well, she already knows about the rules. She was here last night.” “Yeah, but, going forward you know…” “Well, if you’re worried about her not wanting to be naked in front of you, you probably should have thought of that before inviting her over last night.” “That’s not it.” Adam said, trying to put his feelings into words. “Is it that all your friends would see her naked? And you would get jealous?” She asked, trying to get the truth out of him. “No, that's not a problem. I mean, not any more of a problem of when Travis and I see Lilly naked. I mean Cody doesn’t mind, so why should I? And Travis, when we see…” He stopped himself, before he revealed his friend’s secret. “Gwen?” Abbie asked with a big smirk on her face. “How did you know?” “They’re not very good at keeping it a secret.” She laughed. “Well then, what is it?” “I guess it’s… Is it really fair to her, me seeing other girls like that? You know? And doing things with them?” “So you feel guilty?” “I don’t know. Maybe?” He mulled it over in his head, realizing his sister was right. “I mean, yeah. After yesterday? With all the girls here? And what I did with Hope? Or Heather the other day?” He sat back down on the couch, slumping over. “Well you don’t have to keep doing those things with them.” Abbie offered. “I don’t think there’s any way around seeing a bunch of naked girls though, Adam.” She couldn’t hold back a laugh at how ridiculous that sounded after coming out of her mouth. “What if I don’t want to stop…” He said, revealing his darkest thoughts. “What if… What if I can’t control myself?” “I know you better than that, Adam. I think if you really want to, and if you really do like Sam, then you’ll do it.” She wrapped her arms around him in another hug. “Thanks Abbie.” He pulled back and gave her a smile. “Oh! I almost forgot. We need to get your clothes for the day.” “Oh, alright.” She said, letting go of the hug. “Say, Abbie. Why don’t you go pick out what you want to wear for today?” He offered. “Really? You mean it?” Abbie said, jumping up from the couch, excited to have the option to dress how she would prefer. “Yeah. Sure. Why not?” He said, happy to see his sister so excited. “Oh, umm…” He said before she was completely out of the room. “What?” She said, poking her head back in. “Oh, never mind. It’s nothing.” “What? What is it?” “Well, um, it’s up to you, but you should think about wearing a skirt.” She pursed her lips and furrowed her brow at him. “It’s just a suggestion. I just mean, you looked fantastic yesterday. Me and the guys weren't lying. I mean, you’re a runner Abbie, your legs are awesome. You should show them off more is all I mean, and I’m sure Blake would really like it.” “Well, I don’t know. I’ll think about it.” She said, turning to head upstairs. He sat waiting, seeing it was getting close to the time his friends usually showed up, so wasn’t so surprised when there was a knock on the door a little early. “Lauren?” He was surprised, however, to see who was there after opening it. “I’d like to speak with Abbie.” The little blonde girl said, curtly. Adam’s surprise soon morphed into a little smirk. “Sure. Come on in.” He gestured past himself, into the open living room. “You must think I’m pretty stupid if you expect me to fall for that.” While things between Lauren and Abbie were pretty cold, things with her brother weren't much better. “I know if I come in there I'll have to be naked. Or did you forget you told me about the rule? I’ll just wait here outside, thank you.” “Why? You afraid of being naked?” He responded with a laugh. “Ha! Yeah, right! I just don’t want a perv like you drooling all over me, is all.” Lauren was trying to sound confident, but a bit of jitter had creeped into her voice. “You sound pretty chicken to me. And besides, what would I even have to perv over? Your flat chest? Or your nonexistent hips?” Lauren was turning pretty red at that point, between her anger and her embarrassment, but luckily for her, Abbie chose that moment to come back down the stairs. “Well hi, Abbie!” she pushed her emotions away, putting on her cheerful demeanor again. Abbie, still expecting to walk over to Blake’s house in the nude, was still not dressed. Instead she had put her clothes in one of her cloth bags, and had just put on her shoes and socks, carrying her backpack on one shoulder. “Oh great. It’s you.” Abbie knew her morning had just taken a turn for the worse. “All ready for school? Or did you forget something?” Lauren mocked, seeing how the girl was dressed, or more accurately, still not dressed. “No.” Abbie set her bookbag down on the floor, holding up the other bag containing her clothes. “My clothes are right here. I just… I need to wait until it’s time for school before I get dressed.” “So, aren’t you going to ask me what I want?” Lauren said, in a sickly sweet voice. “I don’t know. Why don’t you come in and tell me?” Abbie almost sneered. “Your brother already tried that trick, and it didn’t work.” Lauren said, letting her emotions slip a little. “I thought we could walk to school together, just the two of us.” She put her cheerful facade back up. “Fine.” Abbie sighed. “Just let me get my clothes on.” “Oh no, no, no! No need for that. I heard you walked all the way to your boyfriend’s house yesterday, just like that. No reason to be modest today.” Abbie really wanted to smack the blonde girl’s smirk right off of her face, wondering how she could know that. “Um, no way.” Adam spoke up. “I’m responsible for my sister. There’s no way I’m letting her out of here like that with you.” “Adam, it’s alright.” Abbie said, putting her backpack back on. She walked over to the open front door. “I’ll take that.” Lauren snatched the bag of clothes away from the naked girl. “But, hang on!” Adam complained. Abbie turned to look at her brother. “Trust me, Adam. It’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry. I’ll handle Lauren.” “Look if it makes you feel better.” Lauren interjected. “I promise I will give her her clothes before school, and I won't show her off to anyone. We’re just going to walk from here to the bleachers near the track field at school.” “At school!” Abbie’s eyes just about popped out. “I know. We need to get moving before the busses start showing up.” Lauren took a quick look at the time on her phone. “Or we can keep arguing about this, and then Abbie can greet the busses in the flesh so to speak, before I give her her clothes back. It’s up to you two.” “I’ll be fine, Adam.” Abbie pleaded, knowing if she didn’t go along with the blonde girl now, things would just end up much worse for her later. “Fine.” Adam relented. “Wait! Where’s your phone?” “In my backpack.” Abbie responded. “Good. If you have any problems, call me.” He implored. “Alright.” Abbie agreed. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.” Lauren gave the boy a cheerful smile. “Well, as long as we make it to school before the busses.” She turned and started skipping away, forcing Abbie to follow. Adam could only watch on in worry, hoping his sister would be alright. The two girls had already made it past the third block without another word said between them. As far as Abbie was concerned that was perfectly fine with her. She didn't really want to chat with the little blonde demon anymore. Not that she ever did. The only real sound either of them was making, was the sound of their footfalls along the way. Except every once in a while, Lauren would hum a happy little toon to herself, probably just to annoy her, Abbie thought to herself. "So there must be some part of you that is enjoying this." It didn't take long for Lauren to break the silence. “Being naked.” "Huh?" Abbie just gave a confused look to the blonde girl. "Well it's gotten you a boyfriend. Lots and lots of attention and popularity at school. Especially yesterday with the way you were dressed. I mean, I guess if you have no problems with going naked, then what's the big deal about dressing sluty, huh?" "But I didn't…" Abbie started to complain she hadn't dressed herself yesterday, but decided that would sound even more pathetic. "Oh I'm sure you love it. Showing off your little tits and your bush you shave off..." She scowled at the nude girl. "For some reason. Oh wait, don't tell me. I already know why you shave it off. It's so you can show off your little cunt for the boys too and get a bunch more attention." Abbie might not be as well endowed as her own sister, but Lauren couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy at this girl's breasts too. Or the fact that she could grow a full bush and had the audacity to shave it off. "That's not…" "Shut up." Lauren said, coldly. They continued walking in silence for the next few minutes. “It’s not like that, you know.” Abbie finally spoke up, feeling a need to defend herself. “I haven’t been running around naked by choice. If I had a choice…” “Whatever.” Lauren was still being as frosty as ever. “Slut.” Abbie looked at the girl with pain and anger. “We’re here.” Abbie hadn't been paying much attention, now realizing they had arrived to the edge of the houses where the neighborhood met school property. It was less than 100 feet to the closet set of bleachers, on the far side of the track field adjacent to the school. Just then, the unmistakable bright yellow of a school bus flashed for a moment on the other side of the school, and Abbie knew there wasn't much time until it would arrive. Feeling no other choice, she made a mad dash towards the bleachers, hoping to find cover, before the school bus arrived and the students all got to see her in her full glory. Lauren soon caught up with the naked girl, standing just outside of the bleachers, where Abbie couldn't reach her without revealing herself. She probably would have laughed at Abbie’s reaction to almost being caught out in the open, but she was still feeling some of the anger from before. "Please can I have my clothes now?" Abbie begged. The first bus had already parked, and was letting out students, and now a second bus was pulling in. "In a minute." Lauren turned the bag with Abbie's clothes upside down, unceremoniously dumping them onto the grass below. Then she took her own backpack off, and pulled something from the front pocket. A pair of scissors. "I thought since you like to dress so sluty, I'd help you out today." "Please! Lauren!" Abbie would have rushed out to stop the girl if she could, but with the other students arriving now, she felt trapped. The first two items to go were her bra and panties, completely cut up into useless pieces. Abbie could only look on in helpless horror. The next thing Lauren attacked was her skirt. Completely removing the elastic waistband. Finally she made her alterations to Abbie's top. A blouse she had really liked. Lauren basically cut it in half, turning it into a very revealing crop top. Lauren walked the few steps over, tossing the naked girl the half top and altered skirt. "There." "I can't wear these." Abbie complained. "Fine. If you'd rather just go naked." Abbie quickly scrambled to get the clothes on. First the top, which barely came down passed the bottom of her breasts. Lauren had been very lucky with where she chose to cut. Then she put on the skirt, which thankfully still had it's zipper. It was a pencil shaped skirt that came down to her knees, with a bit of sheer material underneath. Now, however, it was a fairly loose fit on her hips without the waistband, and almost comically hung down on one side, revealing quite a bit of the top of Abbie's bare leg, and even gave a slight peak at the top bit of her public mound on that side. “I think you're smart enough to understand what I want. Don't tell anyone I did this to you. Don't go trying to find anything else to wear, and maybe, just maybe, I'll think about deleting the confession you made. Easy enough for a slut like you.” Lauren didn't wait around for a reply, simply collecting her things and heading towards school. Abbie ventured out into the open, hoping maybe something of her ruined clothes could be salvaged, but the little blonde had been thorough in her destruction. Abbie had hoped maybe the waistband of her skirt could somehow be usable, thinking maybe she could wear it like a belt to hold her skirt up. But even that had been destroyed beyond use, cut into multiple pieces. Frustrated, Abbie began her trek towards the school. The first warning bell went off, alerting the students they now only had 15 minutes until school began. Without thinking, Abbie started to rush, but that mistake cost her, and her skirt slipped down to her ankles. She quickly crouched down, pulling her skirt back into place, and looked around, trying to discern if anyone had just seen what had happened. When it appeared no one else was paying attention to her, she breathed a small sigh of relief. She knew she would have to be more careful, and that this would probably end up being the longest school day of her short life. “Hey Abbie! Abbie, wait!” Abbie's heart leapt into her throat, until she turned back around. She was relieved to see it was only her brother, jogging towards her from the direction of the houses. “Adam?” She said once the boy reached her, furrowing her brow at him. “What are you doing?” “Hey.” He said, catching his breath. “I, uh, just wanted to make sure you would be alright. So I waited a couple minutes and then followed you two. I, um, saw the whole thing back there.” He said, pointing over his shoulder in the direction of the bleachers. “Are you ok?” “I’m fine, Adam.” Abbie answered, turning to look at the school. “Where’s everyone else?” She asked, surprised not to see Adam’s friends or even Blake with him. “I sent them a text letting them know you and I were going to walk to school on our own. They could be inside already for all I know.” He answered, giving a small shrug to his shoulders. “Hey, I can go get you some different clothes if you want. I think I have a sweat shirt in my gym locker you can borrow.” He offered. “I’m fine, Adam.” Abbie repeated, in a detached tone, not wanting to get into it with her brother at the moment. She took a couple steps away from him, but he grabbed her arm, and forced her to look at him. “You can’t seriously want to go to school dressed like that.” “She said I had to, alright!” Some of her anger slipped out. “Why would you do what she says?” Adam fired back. “Because she’s got some stuff on me. Including naked pictures of me.” She answered, her eyes welling up with tears, but she pushed her sadness away, choosing instead to focus on her anger. “Oh…” He said, looking down at the ground. “Well maybe I can help you?” “Don’t worry, Adam.” She said, starting to walk away from him again. “I'll handle her myself.” ***** At the high school, Heather and Susana were dealing with their own problems, which had begun even before the first bell. Susana had offered to give her friend a ride, borrowing her mom’s car for the day, and they had just pulled into the student parking lot. Arriving around the same time was Tanya, who had given a ride to her own friends, Gwen and Chrissy. Susana and Heather tried to go unnoticed by the girl who had seen their little naked adventure through the drive through last night, but Tanya had already spotted them, and couldn’t resist calling out, “Hey! It’s the streaker girls!” “Quiet! Please!” Heather pleaded with the girl, looking around in worry. “Streakers?” Chrissy asked, as the three girls caught up with the other two. “Yeah, these two came through the drive through completely naked last night.” Tanya said with a big grin. “Hey!?” Susana complained. “Wow! You did!?” Chrissy’s eyes were getting as big as saucers. “We don’t really want anyone else to know about that, Tanya.” Heather was trying to hold back her annoyance with the girl, and also not start to panic. “You never asked me to keep it a secret.” Tanya said, with a large smirk on her lips. Before the two streakers could completely explode at her, she said, “Relax. I’m kidding! You don’t have to worry about these two. They understand. We won't tell anyone else.” Susana felt a little relief at hearing the girl had been kidding. “What do you mean they understand?” “You told me last night that all had to do with the rules.” Tanya explained. “Gwen’s got the rules at her place too, so we all know what it’s about.” “Wait, you have to be naked at your house too?” Heather whispered out in surprise. “I thought you came over like that ‘cause of the rules at the Larson’s.” “Yeah. My brother kind of tricked me into asking my mom for it,” Gwen explained. “But you know, it turns out I kind of enjoy it.” “You enjoy it?” Susana asked, skeptically. “Wait so you’ve all experienced these rules?” “Yeah. Even this morning. We all ate breakfast at Gwen’s house before coming here.” Tanya said. “Even you, Chrissy?” Heather had to ask, knowing how shy the girl usually acted. “Umm, yeah.” She blushed. “Gwen’s little brother was even there.” “So why exactly are you telling us this?” Susana asked. “Well, I thought since we’re all going through this, or something like this, then it would be good if we all stuck together.” Tanya explained herself. “I know some of us might be more comfortable with showing off our bodies than others, but I think if we support each other then we can all get through this much easier.” “That does kinda make sense.” Heather said, turning towards Susana. “I know yesterday I felt a lot better after you joined me.” “So what? Are we forming some kind of secret club or something?” Susana asked the group. “Yeah, or maybe a support group.” Tanya laughed. “But we better get inside. School’s about to start.” “So does your mom go naked too?” Heather asked Gwen as they were walking towards the entrance. Gwen just laughed, nodding her head in response. The girl’s morning went as usual, until they both arrived at their biology class. It would be the first time they had seen Mike since the previous day. Worse as well, was that they also shared this class with Tony, who they now both owed a huge debt to in exchange for him keeping his silence about their streaking the drive through. Both girls waited until the last possible moment to enter the classroom, just beating the bell. Unfortunately for them, their science teacher was not the type to always be on time, and the class would have another few minutes of time before he would arrive today. The first boy they had to face was Mike, as he sat in the row in front of them. He gave the two young ladies a bright smile when they reached their seats, looking each girl up and down, remembering what they both looked like without their clothes on. Each girl blushed, almost feeling like he could somehow see through their clothes. “Hey girls!” He greeted them. “Hey Mike.” Susana answered first, with some unease in her voice, as the two of them sat down in their chairs. “Hey.” Heather said, not feeling any more confident than her friend. “That was pretty cool yesterday.” Mike said with a wide smile. “I was wondering if you two wanted to hang out after school today again too?” “Well, ummm…” Heather began to say. Both girls gave a surprised jump when a hand grabbed each of their shoulders. It was Tony. Normally he would sit on the other side of the class, in the back row, but with the teacher still not present, thought it would be a good time to speak with the girls. “How’s it going girls?” He smiled a smug smile at the two. “Tony.” Susana said, pushing his hand off of her shoulder with a bit of disgust. “Got any plans this afternoon?” He asked, wanting to collect his deal as soon as possible, and hoping to prevent the girls from trying and back out. He knew exactly what he wanted the two of them to do. “I was just asking if they wanted to hang out with me.” Mike interjected. “Oh, well. What do you think girls, should we include Mike in our plans?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrows at the two. “Umm, can we think about it and get back to you at lunch time?” Heather quickly said. While being nude in front of Mike again might be a bit embarrassing, especially with what she expected Tony to make them do, she thought it might be better to have him there. Mike had been perfectly cordial to her and her friend the previous day, when he could have taken advantage of them, and she certainly trusted Mike way more than Tony. She thought it might just be a good idea for him to be there, as she hoped he would keep things from getting out of hand. She just needed a chance to confer with Susana to make sure she would be ok with it. “Alright class! Please take your seats!” Their teacher had finally arrived, interrupting the conversations of the class. “Today’s topic is going to be on photosynthesis.” ***** Abbie’s morning was going about as well as to be expected for a teenage girl dressed so scantily. The boys were bad enough, almost every single one stopped what they were doing to turn and stare at her, many making wolf-whistles or holoring a catcall at her, or even trying to ask her out. Worse were the girls, who either whispered to each other and then gave her a dirty look, or the more bold ones who would yell out whore, slut, or other insults at her. Just getting from her locker to her first class had been an ordeal, and the day hadn’t even started yet. One of the reasons she hated wearing revealing clothing was that she didn’t like the attention it would always bring to her. If yesterday had been annoying, today was a pure hell for the girl. All thanks to the little blonde girl and her stupid scissors. Once she got to her first period class, things didn’t get much better. “Don’t you think you’re pushing the dress code a little far, Abbie?” Her teacher asked as she walked into the room. An older lady, at least to Abbie. Truthfully she was probably only in her 50s. “I’m sorry Ms. Chambers. There was a laundry mishap at home and this is all I had.” Abbie came up with a lie on the spot, but at least she would have some sort of excuse if people asked. “Well, why don’t you take a seat in the back of the class for today.” That would be fine with Abbie. She didn’t need her entire class staring at her for the entire time. Not that it stopped them. The girls continued to either laugh at her, or give her dirty looks, and the boys would all look in her direction, ogling her every chance they got, when their teacher’s back was turned. She didn’t wait around when the class ended, trying to get to her math class as fast as possible, but her outfit made that difficult. If she made a wrong move or turned too fast she knew her skirt would almost assuredly slip down to her ankles. She tried her best to filter out all the comments and questions she received in the hall, but it was impossible for some of it not to leak in. With the slow pace she was forced to take, she was almost the last one to arrive at her next class. She did see one opportunity right in front of her when she arrived. Sitting right there in the front row was Matt Stevens. She walked right up to him saying, “Matt, I need to talk to you.” He regarded her with some confusion, wondering why the girl would want to talk with him. As far as he was concerned, she was just the daughter of his mom’s assistant, and had never wanted anything to do with him. Then he remembered Friday, and what had happened to the girl, glancing down at his watch, wondering with some worry if this had something to do with that. “Hey, Abbie.” He responded slowly, with a little apprehension. Then he noticed the outfit she was wearing, wondering if he was in any way responsible for her being dressed in such a way. “I wanted to invite you over to my house. Sometime this week.” Abbie said, getting right to the point. Matt was about to respond, but the bell rang interrupting his words. He never got a chance to answer, as their teacher wanted to get the class underway. “Ms. Larson!” He yelled, and Abbie had to be careful she didn’t lose her skirt as she jumped in response. “Since you’re already out of your seat, please come to the board and answer problem number one.” “Yes Mr. Rusconi.” Abbie left her books on Matt’s desk, quickly scrambling her way over to the board. Her teacher looked her over as she passed him, just shaking his head in detest at what she was wearing. Now she was on full display for the entire class, trying to solve the problem as fast as possible. She was, however, fairly good at math, so it didn’t take her long to solve. It began with just a few snickers and chuckles, but then grew into full uproarious laughter. Abbie was confused. She looked back at the board, making sure she hadn’t made any major mistakes, and then turned to face her classmates again. What Abbie didn’t know was that the bottom of her shirt had ridden up while she was solving the problem, coming to rest at the top of her boobs. Since it was the first problem, she had been forced to reach high above her head to write in her answer, her arm pulling her shirt up along with it. Her bare breasts were now completely exposed to her entire class. Finally she looked downward and realized, but it was too late, as her teacher had also now noticed her wardrobe malfunction. “ABIGAIL!” He yelled, causing her to quickly pull her top back down. After that she remained like a deer caught in the headlights, completely frozen in place otherwise. The only thing to change was her face turning to a deep red, the same color as her teacher’s. But whereas her’s was caused by embarrassment, his was more by anger. “Collect your things and report to the principal’s office at once!” Abbie wanted to be anywhere by there at that moment anyway, so promptly made haste and grabbed her books before exiting the classroom. She did keep cognisant of her skirt, not wanting to also flash her class with her bottom on the way out. Out in the hallway, and now all alone, Abbie took the time to recollect herself, and calm herself down. Her mind kept flashing back to the moment she turned around and everyone saw her breasts. She had expected she would feel sad and upset, but all she was feeling now was an exhilaration. A growing excitement. Sure she had felt embarrassed in the moment, but those feelings had already passed. As she walked to the principal’s office, a question kept running through her mind. Had she actually just enjoyed what had happened to her? It would turn out she would have a long time to think it over. As she walked into the main office, one of the secretaries behind the desk said, “You must be Abigail Larson.” “Yes. That’s me.” Abbie answered. “Ms. Bruster is attempting to get a hold of your mother right now. She would prefer to speak with both of you together and in person. Please take a seat.” The secretary said, pointing to a row of chairs lined up along one of the walls. Abbie sat down in one of the chairs and began to ponder just what exactly her mother would say about all of this, with her new found views on female nudity.

The Runaway Girl by Vanessa Evans Part 09 Water Park Another day, they decided to go to the water park that wasn’t too far away. Rachel wanted to go naked but Tom thought that that might be a problem so he painted a bikini on her. He did it the night before after they returned from the bar early. Tom took his time and Rachel looked good in a full bikini bottoms and a top. Okay the top only just covered her tits and the bottoms covered all of her butt, but the important thing was that the whole of her pussy wasn’t painted at all. The paint job survived their love making both that night and in the morning although it surprised the woman in the shop when Rachel went in wearing a dress, Tom having told her not to let anyone see the ‘bikini’. Tom had got a phone number for a taxi firm from reception and one was waiting for them when they went out of the main gate and the driver wasn’t sure what he had seen when Rachel climbed in the back leaving the front for Tom. As usual, Rachel sat in the middle in of the seat in the back with her knees spread wide and it wasn’t long before Rachel’s dress came off and was passed to Tom to put in the backpack. The driver was even more confused because the girl on the back seat appeared to be wearing a bikini but he was sure that he could see a slit and a clit in his mirror. If he was observant enough he would have been able to see that it wasn’t a normal bikini that Rachel was wearing when her and Tom walked away from the taxi. There was a bit of a queue but Rachel was stood in front of Tom so she couldn’t be seen in any detail by anyone. The girl in the ticket office only gave Rachel a cursory glance as she issued the tickets and they were in. They found the locker room and soon they were heading for the first slide. Tom was and wasn’t pleased that everyone around them seemed more interested in their own day there rather than in the young teenage girl who at first glance appeared to be wearing a blue bikini with a white floral pattern on it. Going up the stairs to the first slide was the first real time that people behind them had the chance to stare at the bikini and wonder or even know that it was painted on and, like the sixth sense that young women appear to have, Rachel could feel an older teenage boy staring at her butt and causing her to tingle a bit. She didn’t turn round to look at him but Tom did and he later told Rachel that the boy looked as if he had realised that it was only paint covering Rachel’s butt and that he could see her pussy between her slightly spread legs. That was confirmed when they went up a couple of steps and the boy didn’t. Tom saw that Rachel had spread her feet a bit and that the boy would be able to see more of her pussy. At the top of the slide there was a young man controlling when people got on the slide but he paid little attention to her. It was a similar story on each of the slides but not quite the same when it came to going down on large rubber rings. The rider had to lay on the tube and wait for the attendant to push start the tube. These actions meant that the attendant, young man or girl, had to get close to the rider’s front and they had to spread their legs a bit make them more stable. Both a young man and a girl did a double take when they saw Rachel’s pussy but nothing was said. The lazy river type ride was the best from Rachel’s point because the riders had to lay back on the rubber rings and of course Rachel did it with her feet well apart. As the rings slowly made their way along the river they bumped into lots of other rings and the riders always looked at the people in the ring who had just bumped into them. I said people not person because there were single and double rings where the front rider sat between the legs of the rear rider. Rachel enjoyed laying back on Tom’s chest, especially when he reached over Rachel’s shoulder and tweaked one of her nipples, an act that was witnessed by a few people. Getting drinks and snacks was ‘interesting’ because Rachel wanted to go and buy them leaving the safety of being with Tom, but he watched as she queued then got served. Tom couldn’t understand why so many people appeared to be so unobservant and not realise that there was something different about Rachel’s bikini. On the way back to the campsite both Rachel and Tom nearly forgot for Rachel to put her dress on when they got out of the taxi and it was only when Rachel asked Tom if there was any water left in the backpack and Tom went to get it that he remembered and quickly told Rachel to put the dress on. Rachel had a shower in the motorhome using the special soap just as soon as they got there then spread herself on the bed and waited for Tom to use her body. ***** The Outdoor Market at La Cala de Mijas Both when they were going to the Water Park by taxi, and when they went to Fuengirola by bus they passed close to what looked like an outdoor market. Tom enquired at the campsite reception and confirmed what he had seen. Whilst he was there he also extended their stay there for another two weeks because Rachel was having so much fun. Anyway, the next day that the market was being held Rachel put on one of her ultra short dresses and they went down to the bus stop to go there by bus. Rachel having discovered the fun to be had sitting lazily on a bus seat with people passing by as they got on and off. From where the bus stopped Tom realised that the market couldn’t be far away so they set off and less than five minutes later they were entering the market. One of the first stalls that they saw was selling T-shirt and the likes, and Rachel saw that they sold vests like men wear but with bright patterns and scenes printed on the front. She looked through a couple of piles of them and pulled out a couple of them. Looking at the stall holder she asked if she could try them on. “We have nowhere private.” The man replied. “That’s okay.” Rachel replied and within seconds Rachel had her dress off and was putting one of the vests on having given the stall holder and all the people around a quick look at her naked body. Tom could see that the vest was way too big for her but he could also see the reason why she chose it. The arm holes went down nearly to her waist, the front was so narrow that it only just covered her tits, it was very baggy and it was long enough to just cover her butt. He knew that it would take very little movement for her tits to escape and if she bent over ever so slightly anyone close to her front would be able to see down inside the vest right down to the ground. “That will do.” Rachel said and within seconds she was naked again. Rachel tried a second vest on and confirmed that it was the same size and also confirmed what would happen if she turned her body. With one tit on display she started looking through the pile of similar garments and pulled out a third one and tried that on as well. Taking the third one off and standing there in front of the stall with lots of people milling around, Rachel asked Tom which one he preferred. “Remind me.” Tom said trying to extend the time that Rachel was naked and on display. Rachel held each one of the three up in front of her in turn and said to Tom, “Well which one?” “Not sure.” Rachel turned to the stall holder and said, “Which one suits me best?” She then went through holding them in front of her one at a time, slowly going from one to the next.” “They all make you look amazing Señorita.” Putting all three down Rachel turned to Tom and asked, “You decide Tom.” Tom pondered for a few second then told the stall holder that they’d take all three. Rachel passed them to the stall holder and remained naked. Tom paid the man and took the bag with the three vests in and put it in his backpack along with Rachel’s dress. As they walked further into the market Rachel asked Tom is she could stay like that (naked). “Until someone complains, yes.” Rachel took Tom’s hand and skipped along. They wandered along the rows of stalls, occasionally stopping and looking closer at some things and occasionally noticing someone stopping to stare at Rachel. Of course being the only one naked in a crowd of people was really getting Rachel aroused. “Can you take me somewhere and fuck me please Tom?” Rachel asked Tom on two separate occasions, but they were out on a big open area with nowhere to go for a little privacy. “Sorry princess but if we fucked here I would get arrested.” They must have spent a good two hours wandering around the market with hardly anyone taking any notice of Rachel’s nudity and Tom was more convinced that it was because she looked like a little girl. He was pleased that they had removed what little pubic hair she had, that her hair was in pigtails and that in general she looked younger than her actual age. When they got to where they entered the market they decided to head back to the campsite. Tom opened his backpack for Rachel to get her dress out but instead she got one of the vests out and put that on. Tom smiled and wondered how long it would be before one or both of her tits escaped from behind the fabric and how long Rachel would leave it or them exposed. That question was answered less than ten minutes later when they approached the bus stop and saw a bus driving away. “Okay,” Tom said, “I guess that it’s cold drink time, I think I saw a cafe just round that corner when we got here.” They walked towards where Tom had seen the cafe and as Rachel looked around, low and behold, one of her tits escaped. Tom saw it and asked Rachel if she realised. “I felt the sun on my nipple but I didn’t care.” Tom smiled and they kept walking. Sat at a table outside the cafe, Rachel in her usual way, the waiter gave no indication that he had seen Rachel’s tit or slit and they had a pleasant and relaxing thirty or so minutes before heading back to the bus stop. When the bus finally arrived it wasn’t very full so Tom took the opportunity to play with Rachel’s clit as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention. Fortunately someone else was getting off the bus at their stop, Tom only recognising where they were when he saw the signs for the petrol station. They both went straight into the motorhome when they got there and relieved the frustration of the last few hours. ***** Cycle Hire On one of their walks, Tom and Rachel had discovered a cycle hire shop and Tom thought that it might be fun to hire bikes and ride out into the countryside. Rachel asked if they could hire them for a few days but Tom squashed that idea saying that if she rode a bike around the campsite people would realise that she was sitting on a hard saddle and she couldn’t because of her ‘problem’. Tom told her that if they enjoyed their first day they would wait a few days then do it again. He reminded her that after the first day she would probably have a sore butt anyway. So, on the designated day, after breakfast, Tom covered Rachel with sunscreen, including the obligatory orgasm, got her to put a dress on, and off the went to walk to the cycle shop ten minutes away, At the shop Tom sorted out the hire then the young man let Tom pick the bikes that they wanted. Selecting his was easy but Rachel wanted a boys bike (Tom easily guessed why) and she also wanted one that was a little too big for her and that had a racing saddle. She probably showed her pussy to the young man running the shop when she got on three different bikes to see if they were what she wanted. When she stood on the ground and pushed each bike back and forwards between her legs, on one of them Tom could see the wet sheen on the crossbar. She chose that one. “This one will do thank you.” Rachel said and off the two peddled. It only took a few metres for Tom to see that Rachel’s butt was sliding about on the narrow, leather saddle. He smiled to himself as he rode behind her until they were away from any buildings, and traffic. As soon as they were Rachel stopped and slid forward off the saddle, her pussy resting on the crossbar. “That was nice.” Rachel said as she pulled her dress up and off then handed it to Tom to put in his backpack “Nothing like the bike that I had to go to school on.” “You mean that on the school bike you were wearing a thick skirt and probably even thicker knickers.” “Yes, but at that age I didn’t realise what the funny feelings that I often had were.” Off they peddled out into the countryside, Tom sometimes going ahead then stopping to video Rachel as she approached him or videoing her butt as she went ahead of him. Tom also videoed Rachel as she tried to fuck herself with the pointed front of the saddle. She discovered that the nuts holding it in place weren’t as tight as they should have been when she was pressing her clit down and the front of the saddle went down a bit. This prompted her to stop and pull the front of the saddle back into place but she had an idea and pulled it higher so that the front was almost pointing to the sky, then she climbed on and lowered herself so that the front of the saddle penetrated her. Then she set off pedalling but Tom stopped her after a few metres and he put the saddle back to its proper place telling her that when they got back to England he’d get a bike made specially for her that had a dildo that came through the saddle and went up and down as she peddled. Rachel liked that idea. They stopped a few times throughout their bike ride, sometimes just for a drink, other times to enjoy the scenery, other times to take some photographs, usually with the naked Rachel as the star of the shot, once to sit on some rocks and eat the fruit that Tom had put in his backpack, and a couple of times to fuck on derelict building or by road signs. There was one time that they cycled through a little village, Rachel being disappointed that no one was out of their houses. When they got back to the cycle hire shop Rachel was still naked and the young man looked plenty but he said nothing about her nudity. There was one thing that Tom saw, and the young man must have seen it as well, the wet saddle, but all the young man said was, “Come again, anytime.” Tom wondered if meant to, or did in fact say, “Cum again. Anytime.” All the time that they were out cycling around with Rachel naked, and pleasuring herself, they saw quite a few vehicles going along the same roads. None stopped but a couple did beep their horns which Rachel acknowledged by waving at them ***** Making friends Quite a few of the mornings Rachel went to the main outdoor pool. Tom went with her the first couple of times but once she got to know some of the other teenagers there he let her go on her own. There were one girl the same age as Rachel that she got the most friendly with. The girl Mandy was staying in one of the cabins with her parents who thought that she was old enough to do what she wanted whilst they were there so she and Rachel started hanging around together after their morning swim. That curtailed Rachel’s and Tom’s plans a little but Tom was happy to go along with Rachel’s wishes although it did surprise him a little that Rachel was happy to forgo a day’s fucking in the dunes. Rachel did however convince Mandy that they should go and at least look at the nude beach getting her to swear that she wouldn’t tell her parents which beach they were going to. The first time that they all went started with the usual morning love making then Rachel going to the shop for fresh bread and croissants for breakfast followed by Rachel’s exercise routine which she had taken to doing in the privacy of the corner beside the motorhome. She was just coming to the end of it and standing on one leg with the other one reaching for the sky when Mandy appeared round the front of the motorhome. “Jeez Rachel, your dad’s there looking at you.” Mandy said. “That’s okay, he’s seen everything before and he’s coming with us to the nude beach.” Rachel replied as she lowered her leg then raised the other one. “Are you going to get naked on the beach as well as Rachel?” Mandy asked Tom. “Would that be a problem for you Mandy?” Tom asked as he looked at the second fourteen year old girl. This one wearing a string bikini over a more average sized body for that age including a pair of tits that looked to be between an ‘A’ and a ‘B’ cup. “I guess not, I saw my dad’s cock accidentally a couple of days ago.” Mandy replied. “So are you still going to strip Mandy?” Rachel asked as she lowered her leg. “I think so but I might chicken out.” “Well Mandy, no one is going to force you to do anything.” Tom said. “If you want to keep your bikini on or a towel wrapped around yourself all day that’s okay with me.” Mandy looked a bit nervous so Tom continued, “Cheer-up Mandy, I’m sure that you’ll have a great day. Have you covered yourself with sunscreen? That job was next on my list for Rachel.” “Yes thanks, mum did it before they left.” “Good, Rachel, come here.” For once Tom didn’t put sunscreen on Rachel’s tits and pussy, nor did he make her cum but Rachel said, “Dad normally puts sunscreen on my tits and pussy but I guess that he didn’t want to do that with you watching, might give you the wrong idea.” Tom smiled at Rachel’s little lie. A few minutes later they set off, Tom with his backpack full of towels and the necessary supplies and Mandy carrying a bag with her things. As they got near the main gate Mandy said, “Are you going like that Rachel?” “Yes, why?” “You’re naked and it’s a public road.” “And it’s a sort of public campsite Mandy. I haven’t worn anything when I’ve been out here before and a police car passed us one time and it didn’t stop.” “Wow, I didn’t think that this country was that liberated.” “Hey, how old did you think I was when you first saw me?” “Okay, point taken but even so, I could never walk around out here without any clothes on.” “That bikini doesn’t exactly cover much does it Mandy?” “It covers the important bits.” “Just, three band aids would cover nearly as much as that bikini.” Tom added. That got little giggles from both girls. “You’re so brave Rachel.” Mandy said as they crossed the bridge with all the cars whizzing by underneath them. “It’s no big deal, it’s only a body, we’ve all got one.” Rachel replied. “Yes but.” They kept walking and soon they were on the narrow road down to the beach. “So Mandy,” Tom said, “decision time. Turn left and we go to the beach that you’ve probably been to before with your parents, or turn right to the nudist beach. No one will force you to get naked, it’s entirely up to you, but I have to warn you that you will see naked men, including me.” “You’re going to get naked Tom, with your daughter here?” “Yes, why not? Ahe gets naked in front of me.” “What if you get, you know, a boner?” “Then I get an erection, it’s no big deal, Rachel has seen me with an erection before.” Tom was looking at Rachel when he said that and Rachel was nodding her head and smiling. The thing was, Mandy was looking at Rachel as well. “So I don’t have to take my bikini off then?” “Nope, entirely up to you.” Tom replied. “Think of all those cocks that you will see.” Rachel said. Tom saw a hint of a smile on Mandy’s face and wasn’t surprised when she said, “Okay then, turn right, but if I change my mind can we come back?” “Of course we can,” Tom replied, “just tell us that you want to go and we will without any questions.” Tom started walking towards the nude beach and Rachel and Mandy followed. As they walked the two girls talked, maybe thinking that Tom couldn’t hear them. “Don’t you get all squishy when you see all those cocks?” Mandy asked. “Sometimes, look there’s your first one.” “It’s not hard.” “They’re not all hard Mandy but when they see you they might get hard.” “You mean see you Rachel, you’re the one that’s naked.” “Yeah but you look more like a grown woman than I do.” “I don’t know about that Rachel, your clit is a lot bigger than mine.” “But you tits are bigger than mine and men like looking at big tits.” “My tits aren’t as big as my mum’s.” “But she’s not here and you are so men will look at your tits. Wouldn’t it turn you on men looking at your bare tits?” “They’re not bare.” “But don’t you want to take your top off and let the men see your tits, think of how wet you will get.” “I don’t know.” “Just try it for a bit Mandy, you can always put your top back on.” “But your dad will see me.” “So what, he sees my tits every day.” “Right girls,” Tom turned and said, “will here do for us?” Rachel looked around and saw a middle-aged couple on one side and three men on the other side, all as naked as Rachel was. Both groups about ten metres apart. “Good with me.” Rachel said. “Okay I guess.” Mandy said. As they spread their towels Rachel said, “Relax Mandy, look at the cocks and imaging what it would be like to have one of them inside you.” “RACHEL,” Mandy jumped back at Rachel. “You can’t say things like that.” “Why not, I will be thinking that.” By then the towels were spread and Tom was already sat watching the girls get themselves organised. He got the sunscreen bottle out then said, “Rachel, you haven’t put this on your sensitive parts yet.” “Will you do it please?” “Come here Rachel, get on your knees.” Rachel did, and she spread her knees as well. Her little tits were right in front of Tom’s face. Mandy looked a little surprised but she didn’t say anything, just stared. She was still staring as Tom’s hand went down to Rachel’s pussy and started rubbing causing Rachel to moan, She moaned again as Tom’s middle finger penetrated her vagina and started finger fucking her. Seconds later Rachel managed to have a nearly silent orgasm but her body did shake a little. “All done Rachel.” Tom said, “Good to go.” Rachel went back to next to Mandy who was still staring, not believing what she had just seen. “What!?” Rachel asked. “Err nothing.” Mandy replied as Rachel lay back like Mandy had. After a minute or so Mandy quietly said to Rachel, “Did Tom just make you cum Rachel?” “Yes, he’s good at that.” Mandy was quiet for a while as her brain continued to process what she had just witnessed then finally she said, “But he’s your father.” Rachel got up onto her elbows, looked at Mandy then over to Tom who had heard everything and guessed what Rachel was going to ask him. “Mandy,” Tom said, “can you keep a secret, a really big one.” “Yes, a really big secret,” Rachel added, “because if you tell anyone, even your parents we will get thrown off the campsite.” “Okay, I promise.” “Tom isn’t my father, he’s my boyfriend.” Rachel stopped there to let Mandy take in what she had just said. “But you’re only fourteen and he just made you cum.” “I’m a German girl and sex is legal for fourteen year old Germans.” “And this nudity thing, what’s that all about, is there really anything wrong with your pussy? I mean Tom gave it a good workout a few minutes ago.” Rachel looked over to Tom who nodded his head. “There’s nothing wrong with my pussy, it’s something we made up so that I could be naked all the time, you see in Germany I was a member of the FKK which is the German naturist club. I love being naked all the time and that was the only way that we could think of to make it happen.” “So you get off by being naked when the people around you have clothes on?” “Yes, my pussy has never been dry since I met Tom.” “Wow. So you really like being naked all the time?” “I do, it’s a wonderful feeling and swimming naked is another amazing feeling as well.” “So you’d recommend me getting naked as well then?” “I certainly would, but as Tom says, it’s your decision Mandy.” “There’s got to be more to your story Rachel, something isn’t right.” “There is more, but it’s not really relevant at the moment, I’ll tell you everything later, just lay back, enjoy the sun and let your subconscious work things out for you.” It was then that Tom said, “I’m about to take my shorts off girls, turn away if you don’t want to see me.” Both girls turned their heads to watch Tom and Rachel was disappointed that he wasn’t hard. Both girls were still staring as Tom got some sunscreen and rubbed all over his butt then his front paying particular, but not too much attention to his cock and balls. Rachel noted that there was signs of a semi appearing when he had finished. Then he lay back down, on his back, let out a relaxing sigh and said, “Doesn’t that sun feel good?” “I would have put the sunscreen on Tom if you hadn’t been here Mandy.” Rachel said. There was silence for a while then first Mandy sat up. Both Tom and Rachel saw Mandy looking around before she said, “Okay, I’m taking my top off.” “Okay.” Both Tom and Rachel nonchalantly said as they looked out to sea. “It’s off.” Mandy said. “Good.” Rachel said., still looking out to sea. “Well done Mandy,” Tom said, “see, it wasn’t that difficult was it?” “No, but aren’t you going to look at me?” “Do you want us to look at you Mandy?” “There’s not much point in talking it off if you don’t look.” “That’s not true Mandy,” Tom replied, “it’s what you feel like that counts, not what me or any of the men around us feel like. How do you feel?” “Well for one thing I don’t have that damned top trying to cut me in half.” “What else?” “It feels sort of natural, I feel liberated I guess.” “Anything else?” Rachel added. “Okay, I admit it, my nipples and pussy are tingling a bit.” “So it was worth it then?” Rachel said, “and look at Tom, he’s appreciating seeing your tits.” Both girls turned to Tom and saw that he had a semi. Both girls giggled then Rachel said, “Men can’t control when they get hard just like us girls can’t control when our nipples get hard, it’s just that boners are more obvious than hard nipples, and nipples can get hard for reasons other than seeing a naked man. I bet that your mum didn’t put and sunscreen on your tits did she? Do you want Tom to put some on?” “What! No. …….. Well maybe.” “It’s a nice feeling.” Rachel said. “Well he has done yours so, okay. That’s if you want to Tom.” “Mandy, no sane man would decline an offer like that.” Rachel said. “Come here Mandy.” Tom said as he sat up and spread his legs. When Mandy was stood between Tom’s legs he told her to kneel down and with her tits right in front of his face he started rubbing sunscreen on them. As he worked it into her nipples Mandy couldn’t stop herself from moaning. “Told you it would be nice.” Rachel said. Tom kept going and a minute later Rachel said, “Is your pussy getting wet Mandy?” Mandy’s red face answered that question so Rachel continued, “Do you want him to rub some sunblock on your pussy?” “No thank you, I’ve still got my bikini bottoms on.” “Stop pressuring Mandy Rachel,” Tom said, “Mandy will take her bottoms off if and when she is ready.” “Yes, sorry Mandy, your call.” Tom stopped massaging Mandy’s tits and he lay back. Mandy looked down at her tits then at Tom’s cock that had got a bit harder. Tom was watching her and he saw her shake her head as if to bring her back to reality then she got to her feet and went and lay down again. Rachel looked at Tom’s cock, smiled and licked her lips. Tom turned over and lay on his stomach. After about thirty minutes all three turned over, Tom going up on his elbows. He looked at Rachel’s butt and remembered what it felt like to grab it and massage it. “Sod it.” He thought, got the sunscreen and squirted some on Rachel’s butt, then started massaging it in. After a few seconds Rachel sighed and spread her legs as wide as she could, accidentally touching Mandy’s leg. That caused Mandy to turn her head to see what that contact was all about and she saw Tom massaging Rachel’s butt. She continued to watch in silence as Tom’s hands went between Rachel’s legs and started rubbing her pussy. Tom saw a man walking along the water’s edge but he didn’t care and kept going. After Rachel’s orgasm subsided Tom asked, “Who fancies a swim?” Both girls decided that they did and all three got up and walked the short distance to the sea, Mandy holding one arm over her tits. Soon, all three were splashing about and in a lull in the flying water Rachel asked Mandy if the water felt good on her tits. “Yeah, it does, so different from in a bikini.” “It’s even better, the feeling the water rush passed you bald pussy.” Rachel said then turned and swam over to Tom who was just depth that Rachel wanted for what she had in mind. “What about Mandy?” Tom asked as Rachel turned onto her back, spread her legs and manoeuvred herself ready for what she hoped was coming next. “MANDY,” Rachel shouted, “WOULD YOU MIND IF TOM FUCKED ME RIGHT NOW?” Mandy swam over to them but it was too late to give her consent, or not, because she saw Rachel moving backwards and forwards. She just stood there and watched. Rachel was a bit more vocal when she orgasmed this time and when it was over she turned to Mandy and asked, “Tell me that you weren’t fingering yourself while you were watching.” Mandy blushed. “It’s much better without a bikini on.” Rachel said then turned and kissed Tom. Both Tom and Rachel noticed that Mandy didn’t try to cover her tits when they got out of the water and walked back to their towels. As they dried off before laying down both Tom and Rachel were pleasantly surprised to watch Mandy pull her bikini bottoms off then lay down. Neither of them said a word. Rachel lay on her back and as usual, spread her legs wide so that anyone passing would be able to get a great view of all of her pussy but Mandy lay with her legs only slightly open. A short while later Mandy whispered, “The sun makes my pussy feel nice.” “It’s even better with your legs spread wide. Rachel replied. “Hey, you haven’t got and sunscreen on your butt or pussy, do you want Tom to puts some on for you?” “Will he make me cum like he did with you?” “Do you want him to?” “Hmm, yes please, that’s if you don’t mind, you are his girlfriend.” “I don’t mind, get up and go and ask him.” Mandy looked around and seeing no one else close by she went and knelt between Tom’s knees. When she touched his thigh he opened his eyes and saw Mandy looking down at his cock. “What’s up Mandy?” “I was wondering if you could rub some sunscreen on me where my bikini bottoms were?” Tom looked to where her bikini bottoms had been and said, “You shave.” “Don’t all girls shave down there, get rid of that horrible hair”? “You’re better qualified to answer that question than me Mandy.” “Well all the girls in my class do.” “Good, I hate getting pubic hairs stuck in my throat.” Mandy giggled a little then passed Tom the sunscreen. He started by reaching round and doing her butt cheeks. As he did so he said, “Has anyone told you that you have a great ass Mandy?” “My boyfriend did.” Then Tom started to move round to Mandy’s front going down to her pubis then her inner thighs. “There you go Mandy.” Tom said but Mandy didn’t move. After a few seconds she said, “That’s it? Aren’t you going to make me cum like you did with Rachel?” “You will have to ask me to do that if you want me to.” “Tom, please will you rub sunscreen on my pussy and make me cum?” “Of course I will Mandy, anything to please a beautiful young lady.” Being naked in public must have been a real turn-on for Mandy because her pussy was very wet and all three of them could hear the squishing sounds that Tom’s fingers made. All three could also hear Mandy’s moaning and announcing that she was cumming,. Tom felt that same rush of pussy juices that Rachel often gave when she orgasmed, come out onto his hand, the fingers of which kept rubbing and finger fucking Mandy until her orgasm subsided. After a long sigh Mandy thanked Tom then got to her feet and went back to laying next to Rachel whispering to Rachel, “Tom is much better at that than my boyfriend is.” “”Yes,” Rachel replied, “he is good with his fingers but he’s better with his mouth.” Mandy’s eyes went wide open for a second but she said nothing as she lay like Rachel, with her legs quite wide apart, ignoring the odd person who walked along the water’s edge no more than two metres from her feet. About fifteen minutes later Tom asked, “Who’s coming for a walk?” Rachel jumped up but Mandy stayed put. “Come on Mandy, stop being a wuss.” Rachel said. “But people will see me naked.” “Bloody hell Mandy,” Rachel replied, “you’re happy to lay there with you legs spread wide with loads of people looking at your spread pussy but you won’t go for a walk where people won’t be able to ninety percent of your pussy. Stop being a wuss girl and get to your feet?” “I suppose that it is a bit stupid. Okay then.” Up she got and the three of them started walking back the way that they had come. Tom felt great, he had two naked fourteen year old girls walking one either side of him, also, naked himself he was struggling to avoid getting a boner. As they got to sea wall he decided that without his shorts on it wouldn’t be a good idea to walk through all the clothed people with two naked girls so he turned them round and started walking back. That was when he saw that they had been followed by two middle-aged men who were now looking at both naked girls. Both Tom and Rachel saw one of Mandy’s hands go to cover her pussy then Tom heard Rachel tell Mandy not to be a wuss and to move her hand away, which she did. They walked back to, then straight passed their towels encountering more people, mostly naked men but also a few naked women. They saw a youngish couple, both naked, the girl with her legs wide open and showing the world that she was wearing a vibrator like Rachel’s Lush. After they got out of hearing range Mandy said, “Did you see that pink thing sticking out of that girl’s pussy?” “Yes,” Rachel answered, “it’s remote controlled vibrator, Tom bought me one.” “Obviously I’ve heard of vibrators but a remote controlled one!?” “Yes, Tom can control it from his phone. In theory he can control it from anywhere in the world but we haven’t had the chance to try that theory yet.” “Wow, what’s it like?” “When Tom turns it on to maximum vibrations I can’t stop myself from shaking and the feeling is like nothing on earth. It makes me cum after a while.” “Wow, I’ve got to get myself one of those.” At the end of the beach they turned again and walked back to their towels where Rachel got out the food that she had prepared and they sat eating and talk. “So Mandy,” Tom said, “your first nude beach experience, what’s it like for you?” “Well I can’t deny that it was scary at first but now I sort of like it. You getting me off certainly helped. Why is it that when I get aroused my inhibitions seem to go away?” “I have no idea,” Tom replied, “I don’t think that Rachel ever had any inhibitions to start with.” “That’s because my parents took me to the FKK meetings when I was little so wandering around with no clothes on just seemed natural to me.” “Yeah,” Mandy replied, “I probably didn’t care about clothes until my mum started forcing me to wear them and she kept telling me that good girls always kept their bodies covered and their knees closed. I suppose that it got drummed into me so much that I started believing that she was right.” “My mum never did that to me but she treated me like a slave so I just had to run away.” “You ran away from home?” Rachel then went on to tell Mandy a potted summary of her life so far and by the time she was finished all three had finished eating and Tom had gone into the sea to cool off. The girls followed, Mandy appearing to have forgotten that she was totally naked. That is until she felt the warm water against her pussy as she swam prompting her to tell Rachel that it was nice. They swam and messed about for a while before going back to their towels where both girls lay spread eagle enjoying the sun. After an hour or so Tom decided that he was going to show Mandy what the dunes were like and what him and Rachel got up to when they were there. They packed their bags and when Mandy started to put her bikini back on Rachel said, “Don’t bother with that yet, we won’t be going anywhere near the road for a while yet.” Mandy looked a bit hesitant but she did stuff her bikini into her bag and followed Rachel as she walked into the dunes. After they had wandered around for a couple of minutes Mandy said to Tom who had been pulling up the rear, “Are you staring at my butt Tom?” “Yes I am, and a cute little butt it is.” “Thank you but shouldn’t you be staring at Rachel’s butt?” “I do that all the time and I’m sure that she isn’t jealous, I don’t think that she understands the meaning of the word.” “No I don’t.” Rachel shouted from the front, “I like Tom looking at other girls, it makes me feel good when he comes back to me and tells me that I’m beautiful.” “You are.” Tom shouted from the back.” “Will here do Tom?” Rachel said as she turned round on a sandy patch. “There’s a few men watching us.” “Where?” Mandy asked. “They’re hiding waiting to see if Tom’s going to fuck me.” “You two are going to fuck right here, with those men watching?” “Yes, I told you that I get off being watched.” “You did but …… “ “Tom, get your camera out, Mandy, will you video us please? And don’t go all shy when those men get a lot closer.” Mandy looked a bit bemused as Tom handed her his Go-Pro and showed her how to work it. Then he sat on the sand and lay back. In no time Rachel was knelt beside him and sucking his cock. “Mandy, press the record button.” Tom reminded her. Mandy did and the next five minutes or so was etched onto a memory card and Mandy’s brain for life. Mandy didn’t really notice the five men who had silently got quite close to them, and she hadn’t thought about her nudity either. It was only when Rachel’s orgasm was over and she got up that Mandy remembered and became aware of her state of dress and the surroundings. However, she was passed caring about being naked with five strange men looking at her, she was feeling very horny and her heart skipped beat when Rachel said, “You can do the same if you want Mandy. I don’t mind and I’m sure that your mouth can get Tom ready in a couple of minutes.” “No, I couldn’t, it’s not right.” “You said that you are on the pill so who’s going to know? Remember, what happens on holiday stays on holiday.” “No, he’s your boyfriend Rachel.” “We’ve had this conversation Mandy, get on your knees.” Meanwhile Tom was listening and waiting. He just knew that Mandy wanted to be fucked, that it was just those stupid inhibitions that were stopping her. What’s more, his cock was starting to recover just thinking about Mandy riding him. “Go for it Mandy,” Rachel said, “you only live once and you’ll regret it if you don’t do it.” Mandy looked at Rachel, passed her the camera and dropped to her knees. As Mandy was sucking his cock Tom realised that Mandy wasn’t as experienced at blowjobs as Rachel was but there again, Rachel wasn’t that good at it when she gave Tom her first one. It’s just that Rachel appeared to be a natural at anything to do with sex. He started to wonder if there was something in her past that he didn’t know about or was it something that she inherited from her mother. He stopped caring about the past when he got fully hard and gently lifted Mandy’s head up. “Are you ready for this Mandy?” Tom asked. Mandy didn’t answer him, instead she mounted him just like Rachel had only the lowering to bottom out was taken a bit slower. Mandy also gets a bit loud when she has an orgasm but that didn’t matter out there and Rachel captured the whole session on video. When Mandy’s arousal level started to decline and she became aware of her surroundings again she had a little panic attack, stood up and covered her tits and pussy. Rachel moved in, put an arm round her and said, “It’s okay Mandy, you did good. Your boyfriend will love you even more when you do that to him.” Mandy relaxed and let her arms drop to her sides whilst Tom put his shorts on. Then the trio continued walking through the dunes and the scrub land. Mandy had anther couple of panic attacks when they were walking through the streets of the built up area when people were walking towards them. Rachel took her hand and whispered that it was okay but Mandy’s heart beat was raised considerably as the trio passed the walkers. Tom and Rachel managed to get Mandy to walk over the footbridge to the boundary of the campsite before she lost her courage and put her bikini back on but when they got back to the motorhome Mandy was squealing with delight at what she had done that day. She even gave Tom a big kiss and thanked him. After that first day with Mandy on the beach Mandy went round to Tom’s motorhome every morning, until she went back to England, to see if she could hang with Tom and Rachel all that day. It would appear that the daily swimming sessions were no longer necessary. On a couple of occasions Tom and Rachel weren’t there because they had gone to the laundry or the shop and when they got back there was Mandy stark naked on one of the loungers soaking up the sun. One morning when Mandy went round to see them Rachel was just starting her exercises and Rachel asked Mandy to do them with her. Tom got his camera and recorded all of it. The trio went to the beach every day that Mandy went to visit them and Tom had two beautiful girls to fuck in the dunes. He had his stamina tested on each of those days as both girls wanted to fuck in the sea as well. After the third day on the beach, during their evening love making session, Rachel had a bit of an insecurity attack telling Tom that she was worried that he preferred Mandy to her because Mandy’s tits were bigger than hers. Tom spent the next fifteen minutes describing every little detail of Rachel’s tits and explain every reason why he preferred her tits to Mandy’s. Rachel got over her attack and their love making continued. Meanwhile, in the bar on an evening Tom and Rachel often met Mandy’s parents and Tom liked them, in fact they got on well. Sometimes Rachel and Mandy would ‘escape’ for an hour or so and they would go to one of the play areas to talk and masturbate. It would appear that Mandy had gone off the idea of wearing underwear, jeans or shorts, at least for the rest of her holiday, and whilst the girls sat on the kids swings or other things, they would pull their dresses or skirts up and diddle their pussies as they talked. One time they were caught by a couple of teenage boys who had nothing better to do than wander around the site. The boys saw what the girls were doing and told the girls to continue. Mandy told the boys to fuck off but Rachel continued and orgasmed right in front of the boys. Then she told them to fuck off. The subject of where Mandy went each day never came up and him and Rachel guessed that Mandy never told her parents. Unfortunately, Mandy’s family were only on the campsite for two weeks and when they left both girls were near to tears and they promised to keep in touch via social media, Tom having explained the pitfalls of social media and advised them to setup up another account and use that for the more ‘interesting’ communications. ***** Bar Entertainment - Karaoke One of the notable nights at the bar was a Karaoke night. Tom had told Rachel that they wouldn’t stay long because he wasn’t a big fan of karaoke but she said that she wanted to perform with Mandy so he resigned himself to a lot of painful renditions. They sat at the table that Chico always reserved for them, Rachel sitting so that Chico could see what he wanted to see, and were joined by Mandy and her parents, and, maybe because of the beer, Tom was actually enjoying the evening. The two girls went over to the man running the Karaoke and Tom watched him looking at Rachel as they selected their song. Tom didn’t ask what song it was and even when the pair got up to sing and the man announced the song name and they started to sing did Tom only vaguely recognise the song. What he did notice was that nearly all of the people there were looking at Rachel and Mandy. He felt good and he just knew that Rachel would be enjoying the people looking at her naked body. Things improved for Rachel later that evening when she went went to the man running the Karaoke and agreed to do a solo rendition of the Beatles ‘She Loves You’, and when her time came she didn’t read the words from the screen, she sang the song in German which attracted more attention to her and really pleased Tom because it sounded re-markedly good. Although it did prompt a few people to ask what language it was and how she knew it which intrigued Tom because Rachel’s German accent is there for all to hear. *****

Tomboy - 1 by UndeniableUrges Story Summary - Danielle plays with the boys. Danielle Parker was a tomboy. Everyone knew she was more boy than girl, at least on the outside. Growing up with her two older brothers, Noah and Justin; she quickly learned to love playing with toy cars, baseball, wrestling, cops and robbers, dirt bikes and mud. She often came home with scuffed knees, scratches, scrapes, and more that her share of bruises. She was never afraid of a worm or a snake and had more courage than most boys her age. Her mother and father had tried to get her interested in ‘girl-things,’ like dolls and pretty dresses, but she would have none of it. Her preferred attire consisted of blue-jeans, tennis-shoes, t-shirts and baseball-caps. The pretty clothes and dolls she received as gifts from well meaning Aunts and Uncles collected dust in the back of her closet, untouched and unwanted. And poor Noah and Justin – they always had to take their little sister with them everywhere they went. If they tried to leave without her, she would catch them sneaking out and whine to their parents, “I want to come too!” and their parent’s answer always seemed to be; “Take your little sister with you!” and her brothers’ sad reply? A whining, “Aw, Mom!” Noah and Justin finally accepted her, as did their friends; but sometimes only after a fight with one of Danni’s brothers, or a quick wrestling match with Danni herself, leaving the losing boy begging for mercy and agreeing to let her play. Besides, she was a good ball player, fun to be around, and being younger, they could cajole her into doing things they didn’t want to do, or she could do better - like poking a dead animal with a stick, or sweetly asking someone’s parent for a snack or a cold sweet drink on a hot summer day. Her short brown hair, bright green eyes, and freckled cheeks often confused people who met her for the first time. She was too pretty to be a boy, but she sure acted and dressed like one. Her teeth were white and her face was tanned from playing outside. She was lithe and muscular; not the bulging muscles of a boy, but the well toned muscles of an active young lady. Her legs were long, her waist was flat and her ass was round and tight. She was in fine shape from riding her bike, playing in the creek, wrestling with the boys, and running through the fields, chasing butterflies and lightning bugs. Puberty visited Danni about the same time it did her brothers. She first noticed her breasts getting sensitive and swelling a bit, then, a short while later, her nipples began to enlarge and puff out. Her little cunny seemed to need a lot of attention lately and she began to get ‘extra’ good feelings when she rubbed it against things, like the thick, metal poles on the monkey-bars at the play-ground, or the big, round, wooden, ball at the foot of her bed, or a strategically placed baseball-bat or bicycle-bar. She would absentmindedly rub her little kitty often, trying to be discrete, especially after her mother once admonished her for rubbing her itching pussy against the corner of the produce bin at the grocery store. Danni was fascinated with her little hole. She was amazed at how her slit would open when she slid her finger up and down her zippered-crack. She would feel the slippery discharge between her fingers, not knowing the cause of it, but grateful for the lubrication it provided. Lying awake at night and rubbing her little, bald pussy, was the only time she was happy to be a girl. She felt superior to her brothers and their friends, knowing they didn’t have such an amazing toy to play with at night. She was curious about the things between her brothers’ legs though. She had seen them when she was younger; watching her older brothers getting ready for their bath, or covertly spying on them when they peed, slightly jealous at their ability to stand while she was mostly forced to squat. Danni and her brothers had grown more modest with their genitalia recently, both with the onset of puberty, and with their parent’s insistence on separate bedrooms and bath times. However, Danni’s growing breasts soon presented a problem for her. Wearing her favorite t-shirts, she could no longer hide her budding bosom. Danni adamantly refused to wear a training bra, so she and her parents compromised by buying her loose fitting tops. That only solved the problem for a little while; Danni’s breasts continued to grow, and when summer arrived, her fat nipples and swollen flesh became the subject of quiet whispers between her brothers and their friends. On the first warm day of summer, the neighborhood kids were playing in the huge backyard at the Parker’s home, when Danni’s breasts again became the topic of conversation. “I can see her tits and nipples through her shirt!” Conner whispered to Danni’s brother Noah. Conner Copeland was Noah’s age, and like Noah, already had some hair on his balls. Both boys were jacking off and shooting their sperm whenever they had the chance, which was never often enough. Noah had noticed his sister’s breasts before but never gave them much thought, until recently, that is. Lately, he found himself staring at his sister’s chest, wondering what her developing titties looked like naked. “I’d suck those fat nipples until she creamed her panties,” Caleb said. Caleb was Conner’s older brother. He always pretended to know a lot more about sex than he actually did. The younger boys looked up to him. He was smitten by Danni. “Knock it off, Caleb,” Noah said, “She’s my sister!” “So what?” replied Caleb. “You are just being a jerk because she beat you at wresting last week!” Noah said, trying to stick up for his little sister. “Whatever,” Caleb said. In actuality, he had suggested a wrestling match, just so he would have an excuse to fondle and grope Danni. It worked too, and no one suspected a thing, even after he cupped her butt and ‘accidently’ felt her tits. He finally admitted defeat, with Danni sitting on top of him, her breasts heaving from exertion and sitting on his hard pecker, which he ground into her ass while pretending he was trying to wiggle free. It didn’t bother him being teased about it, besides, he planned to ask for a rematch and straddle her next time. “Look at how hard her nipples are!” Calvin said to Justin. Calvin was Justin’s age. He didn’t have pubic hair yet, like his older brother Noah, but recently noticed a couple wild hairs in his arm-pits and he played with his hard little dick whenever he was alone. He couldn’t ejaculate yet, though not from lack of trying. He had started getting funny feelings when he often spied on his sister in the morning, as she walked across the hall to the bathroom without a shirt on, her fat nipples on display. He knew she was changing and growing up, just as he and his brother were. “Let’s have a water-gun fight!” Caleb suggested, grinning evilly. Caleb couldn’t help but notice Danni’s breasts developing a few months ago and would shyly stare at them when he thought no one was looking. He had begun to observe how pretty her eyes were, how the sun made her hair shine and how long and sexy her legs were getting in her tight, demin shorts. It amazed him that Noah’s stupid, little, tomboy sister was causing him to get hard and painful erections whenever he was near her. The water-gun fight soon ensued, with riotous laughter, slips and falls on the wet grass and shrieks of alarm as the icy cold water landed on a warm back or a happy, sun-kissed cheek. Caleb took special delight at chasing after Danni. He would blast her face, chest and ass at every opportunity. Caleb took a perverse delight in watching the long, fat stream of water splashing against Danni’s pretty butt or intriguing breast-lumps. Soon, Danni was soaked and her loose t-shirt was plastered to her breasts, her nipples were taut from the cold water, and her heaving chest only accentuated her small, developing titties. Soon, shouts of “Truce!” and “Time-out!” were called, and the boys and Danni, exhausted from their play, sat in a circle on a dry area of the yard, beyond the trees and far way from prying eyes, nearly into the un-mowed field that bordered the short stretch newer homes, on property recently converted from rich farmland. They all caught their breath, laughing and reminiscing about their game; whether it was a certain covert attack, a perfect water-blast to the face, or an awkward, hysterical fall. The boys soon grew quiet and each of them in turn stopped and stared at Danni’s wet t-shirt; her hard, pointed nipples were sitting atop her swollen areolas and the budding flesh behind them. They were hypnotized by her deep, rhythmic breathing which caused her newly developed titties to rise and fall repeatedly. Danni was oblivious to their gaze. Her eyes were closed and her pretty face was turned to the sun, basking in the heat and letting her hair and clothes dry in the warm summer sunshine. As the boys often did, they took off their cold, wet shirts to feel the sun on their bodies. Danni heard them moving about and opened her eyes to see the four shirtless boys. She had never noticed how firm their chests were and how slim and handsome they were getting. For some reason, she felt a small thrill as she admired their bodies. Seeing their eyes upon her, she too pulled off her shirt, misinterpreting their stares, and spread her shirt on the grass next to her to dry. She again closed her eyes and attempted to relax in the warm sunshine. “Danni!” Noah’s harsh voice scolded her. He looked at his friends and brother apologetically, embarrassed by his little sister’s actions. “What?” Danni, asked, opening her eyes and seeing the shocked faces of her brothers and friends. She looked at the boys intently, wondering what was going on. Justin and Connor began smiling and staring at her chest. Noah looked angry, and Caleb had the most stupid, happy and dazed expression on his face. As if he had never seen her without a shirt on before. “Put your shirt back on!” Noah yelled, waving his hand and pointed at her discarded clothing. “Why should I?” she asked, confused, “It’s all wet!” Danni and the boys often played without their shirts and couldn’t comprehend her brother’s consternation. “Your breasts!” Noah hissed, now pointing at Danni’s chest. “You’ve seen them before!” Danni s shot back, “What’s the big deal? You guys see me without a shirt all the time!” Danni looked at the five shirtless boys and became indignant. “You guys have your shirts off... And, why are you all staring at me like that?” “Your breast…, your breasts are different now!” Noah said. “So what?” Danni said, looking down at the swollen lumps where her smooth, boyish chest used to be. “I can’t help what they look like!” “But, you can’t go around with your tits hanging out!” Noah said exasperated at his little sister. “Is it because they’re weird and bumpy?” Danni said, suddenly getting embarrassed and hiding her breasts with her arms. ‘Oh no!’ She was so different now! ‘Her friends probably thought her lumpy breasts were ugly!’ Danni looked like she was about to cry, but, she made it a point to never cry in front the boys. Her lower lip began to quiver. “It’s not that! Girls just…, you know…, keep themselves covered up!” Noah told her. “Did you ever see mom walk around the house without a shirt, and her tits flopping around?” “No…, but it’s hot out here!” Danni whined. “And my tits are not flopping around!” She pulled her wet shirt to her chest and said defiantly, “I’m telling mom that you guys won’t let me take my shirt off!” Danni knew she only had to threaten her brothers with tattling on them, and they would give in to her demands. Especially if they said she couldn’t do something with them because she was a girl! “Go ahead and tell!” Noah said. “I will!” Danni stormed off towards the house with her wet shirt in her hand. Caleb ran after her and grabbed her by her shoulder. Danni spun around, her naked, small breasts slightly jiggling. “What!” she screamed. “I…, I think your b…, breasts are pretty, Danielle,” he stuttered, staring at them. “Don’t call me that name!” Danni said, pushing Caleb to the ground and storming off. Danni arrived at the back door to her house and cautiously decided to put on her shirt before tattling on her brothers. “Mom!” Danni yelled, stepping into the house from the back deck. “Mom!” she yelled again, a little louder, slamming the door and searching for her mother. “What Danni?” Her mother jumped up from the couch and met Danni as she marched into the room. She was pleased to see her daughter was not hurt, only soaking wet. “Are you OK, Danni?” she asked. “Noah and Justin told me I can’t take off my shirt, but all the other guys have their shirts off!” Danni tattled. She expected her mother to get angry, like she always did when the boys didn’t let her do the same things they were doing. Instead, her mother was smiling at her! “Oh, Danni…,” her mother sighed, holding back a giggle. “You have to tell them that I can take off my shirt anytime I want to!” Danni said, “Right mom?” “Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” Danni’s mother Cheryl said. “Let’s go get you some dry clothes and then we will have a little talk.” Danni and her mother went to Danni’s room where Cheryl motherly explained to Danni that now that she was maturing, societal norms did not allow young girls with budding breasts to walk about uncovered. “That’s not fair!” Danni exclaimed, pulling off her wet clothing. “I know dear, it is definitely not fair, but that’s just how it is,” her mother told her. She went on to explain to Danni how naked breasts on young girls can have ‘peculiar’ affect males, both young and old, the same with her naked kitty, or butt. She told her about men and their erections and how puberty affects both boys and girls. She also reminded Danni about their ‘Birds and Bees’ talk last year and went over it again in detail, but returned to the subject of keeping her breasts covered up, lest she get the boys ‘too excited’. “Boys are weird!” Danni exclaimed, “Getting erections just from seeing a girl’s titties!” She remembered the last time she saw her brothers’ penises and tiny ball-sacks, and imagined their little ‘things’ getting hard. She vaguely remembered her brother Noah’s penis once sticking out like a little pinky finger, back when they used to share baths together. Her mind briefly imagined the other boy’s penises, and wondered if they got hard when they looked at her breasts and nipples. She was sure Caleb would have gotten an erection, as she remembered the funny look he gave her and how intently he had stared at her breasts when she took her shirt off. She smiled, recalling he said he liked her small breasts. Danni was sitting on her bed naked. Her wet clothes lay in a heap on the floor. As she bent over to pull on a fresh pair of panties, her mother casually examined her daughter’s breasts. She noticed how hard and full her daughter’s nipples were, thinking a lot of dirty old men and horny young boys would like to get their lips around them. “Let me see your breasts a second, Danni,” she said. Danni pulled up her panties and stood in front of her mother for her examination, but not before rolling her eyes in exasperation. “Your breasts are growing nicely, Danni,” she said, noticing their asymmetry, “They still have some growing to do, and will get nice and round like mine, soon I’m sure.” She glanced down to her daughter’s bald pussy and added, “You will be growing hair down there soon… and getting your period...” “Oh, boy. I can’t wait,” Danni said sarcastically, but contemplated her changing body. She was very curious and wondered what would become of her. She wanted to know more. “Uh, mom?” Danni hesitated, biting her lower lip. “Can I see your breasts?” Danni asked impulsively. “…to know what mine will look like… someday…?” Cheryl looked at her daughter’s face and watched it glow pink with embarrassment. She decided to humor her tomboy daughter, and casually glanced at the door to make sure it was closed tightly. Her boys were still outside and her husband Tom was out running errands. She was safe from prying eyes. “Sure, I guess so,” Cheryl said. Cheryl smoothly pulled off her shirt and reached back to unclasped her bra-strap. Her breasts strained against the cloth as she tugged and worked at her strap. Cheryl pulled her bra away and let it fall. Her full, round breasts tumbled out. She cupped them gently and hefted them up, putting them on display while slightly regretting what three children, Mother Nature, and gravity had done to her once perfect breasts. “They are pretty, mom!” Danni said, staring at her mother’s large titties. “Will mine get that big?” Danni cupped her own small breasts. “They will get bigger because you are still growing yet. How big? Who knows…? It depends…,” Cheryl said. “Your grandma on your daddy’s side has smaller breasts than mine, but you never know…, and, thanks for the compliment. You are sweet to say they are still pretty.” She started to put on her shirt then stopped suddenly. “Watch this,” Cheryl said. She reached her arms up slowly and cupped her breasts again. She gave them a gentle squeeze before gripping both of her soft nipples between her fingers and thumbs and gave them a firm pinch, then a couple tugs, and ended with a firm, nearly painful twist. She took away her hands and showed her daughter her rock-hard nipples. Her areolas had tightened and her nipples stood out firm and taut. “Wow!” Danni said. “That’s not what I wanted you to see…” Cheryl said. She put on her shirt, leaving her bra on the bed. After pulling her long, brown hair from inside the shirt, she tossed her head and pressed her shirt flat on her belly. Her hard nipples poked thru her shirt, firm, fat and proud. “See. That is why I wear a bra most of the time,” she explained to her daughter. “Just like a boy’s penis, our nipples can get hard at anytime, sometimes for no reason at all.” Danni looked down at her nipples. They were fatter than her mom’s and always seemed to be getting hard. “That’s the reason young ladies like you should wear a bra, Danni.” Danni realized what her mother was trying to tell her; she had been inadvertently displaying her hard nipples and breasts to the boys, exacerbated by her steadfast refusal to wear a bra. “Do you still have that training-bra I bought you Danni?” her mother asked sweetly. “Yes, mom…” Danni replied and plodded to her dresser. She pulled out her white, pull-on training bra. Her mother helped her put it on. “Do I have to wear it all the time, mom?” Danni whined. “No, of course not,” her mother told her. “When you are outside playing, or going to the store – yes. At home – no.” She watched her maturing daughter examining herself in the mirror. “And, if your brothers tease you about it, you let me know, OK?” “OK.” Danni said. “And mom?” “Yes?” “Can I see your kitty too?” Danni asked, not quite as embarrassed as before. For an answer, her mother quickly pulled down her panties and shorts with one quick motion. She stood there for three full seconds then pulled up her clothes. “You have a lot of hair!” Danni said, watching her mother’s thick, brown triangle of curly hair disappear behind her shorts. “Yes, but it is the same as yours underneath, Danni.” Cheryl said. “Some girls even shave their hair off. I like to keep my trimmed….” “I’m going to shave mine,” Danni declared. “I see…,” she said, before adding, “Anything else?” Danni looked at her mother. She was so pretty, she thought. Long hair, pretty, a smiling feminine face with a woman’s soft, sensual body. “Would you show me how to put on make-up?” Danni asked. At first, Cheryl wasn’t sure she heard her Danni correctly. Then she smiled. “Absolutely,” she said. Cheryl was so happy; her pretty little daughter was finally acting like a girl! They went into the master bedroom. Cheryl had Danni sit down in front of her make-up mirror where Cheryl giddily instructed Danni on the finer points of make-up artistry. Danni had a lot of questions about the different cases, pencils, brushes and colors. Cheryl dutifully explained everything, and between the two of them, applied some understated blush, eye-liner and lipstick to Danni’s pretty face. “Wow,” Danni said, “I look different…” She admired herself in the mirror. “You are beautiful, Danielle,” Cheryl told her, wiping away a tear. Danni’s mother was almost ready to sob with joy, seeing her little tomboy transformed into a pretty, feminine lady. “I can give you some of my extra make-up, and we can go shopping for more, if you want… “Do you want to try on a skirt, Danni?” her mother asked her, hoping beyond hope, “Or maybe a dress?” Danielle gave out a resigned sigh. “OK.” ----------- “Noah, who’s that cute girl on your back deck?” Caleb asked, seeing a pretty lady in a pretty yellow dress sitting on a chair on the Parker’s large, wooden deck. The boys had finished drying in the sunshine and with Danni gone, had spent their time talking about tits, pussies, fucking and other sexy stuff, and were now heading back to the house, tired, thirsty, hungry and horny. “I don’t know,” Noah said, “Maybe a cousin or something.” He peered at the girl’s face, trying to discern who it was. “She’s hot,” Conner said. “I’d fuck her,” Justin said. “That’s Danni!” said Caleb. “Danni! No way!” said Calvin. “It is Danni!” said Noah. “You just said you’d fuck your own sister, Justin!” Calvin teased his friend. “Well, I would!” he stammered, “I mean, if she wasn’t my sister and everything!” Still giggling, the boys climbed the stairs to the deck, not taking their eyes off of Danni. She was sitting pretty with her legs crossed demurely. Her hair was slightly curled and hanging over her bright green eyes. Her soft make-up was flawless and her long legs extended well beyond her short sundress. She had noticeable ‘breast-bumps’ underneath her cute dress. “Lemonade, boys?” Danni asked, teasing her friends. The boys were too busy looking at Danni to notice the platter of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade on the table beside her. “Sure!” they all responded. They watched Danni pour out the glasses of lemonade and then they watched as she picked up each glass delicately from the platter. Her pink, painted fingernails and warm hands provided a cold glass to each of the boys. “Thanks!” “Yeah, thanks, Danni!” “What gives?” “What’s with the make-up and dress?” “Yeah?” “Oh, mom and I were just fooling around,” Danni said, starting to feel a little silly. “You look nice.” “Yeah.” “Really nice.” Danni smiled. “You really think so?” “Yeah…” She smiled brightly. They slurped their lemonade, sucked on ice cubes and watched Danni’s long legs rocking underneath her dress. They talked about what they were going to do this summer and then Danni asked if they had any plans for tonight. “Oh, no, nothing,” Noah lied. He and the boys had just finished discussing how to ditch Danni and have a sleepover in Caleb, Conner and Calvin’s tree-house. Their father was a master carpenter and had built his sons an impressive clubhouse in a huge oak tree in their backyard. It had a ladder, a pulley system for hauling up whatever they needed, and even electricity! It would have made a great ‘boys only’ clubhouse, but of course, Danni and her parents insisted that Danni be allowed to play with her brothers and their friends too. Tonight was going to be special though, and Noah definitely did not want Danni there. Caleb had received a new laptop computer for his birthday last week and was telling the boys about all the pornography he had been watching on the internet. Tonight, they were going to watch porn together. “What if we get boners?” Conner had asked. “Jack-off, dumb-ass,” Caleb told his younger brother bluntly. “I’m going to.” “Me too,” said Noah, although he wasn’t sure about jacking-off in front of his friends. “Me too,” said Justin, trying to fit in. Noah had been excited about seeing porn, but was worried how they was going to sneak away without Danni trying to tag along. Then, in front of Danni, his friend told Danni everything! “How about a sleepover in the tree-house?” Caleb suggested, “It will be warm enough tonight.” “Caleb!” Noah chastised his friend. He was wrecking their plans! How could they watch porn and jack-off with his little sister there? “Sounds like fun!” Danni said. “Danni, you can’t come!” Noah said. “Why not?” Danni was already getting angry at her brother and ready for a fight. “Boys only!” “Oh yeah?” Danni stood up, ready to tackle her older brother wearing her pretty dress or not! “Let her come,” Caleb said quietly. “What?” Noah said, and then whispered, “What about the porn?” “Porn?” Danni said, her keen ears hearing every word. “You guys are going to watch pornography tonight? Ooooh! I want to watch it too!” “But Danni!” Justin said, “We might end up jacking off and stuff!” “Jacking-off?” Danni said quizzically. “Oh, you mean masturbating! I like to masturbate!” “You do?” “Yeah!” In actuality, Danni had just learned that word from her mother, less than an hour ago. “Mom says everybody masturbates!” “She did?” “Yeah, mom told me even she masturbates!” “Wow… your mom masturbates, Justin,” Calvin said. “I wonder if my mom masturbates...” “OK, you can come.” Noah said, thinking it might be fun to have Danni there after all. ----------- Noah, Justin and Danni left the house an hour before sunset, cutting through a couple of backyards and through the adjacent field to the Copeland’s tree-house. Their mother was only slightly apprehensive about Danni spending the night with five young boys, but, since her brothers were there to protect her, and they had all slept together many, many times before, she allowed her daughter to go. Danni even insisted on wearing her pretty yellow dress, telling her mother she would change into her pajamas once she reached the tree-house. Her mother sighed, foreseeing many dirty and torn dresses in her future. Danni was still a tomboy at heart, she knew, putting on a pretty dress and make-up wouldn’t change her overnight, but, it was a start. Caleb, Conner and Calvin were already at the tree-house, hoisting food and drink up through the trapdoor. The sleeping bags and other supplies the Parker’s brought soon followed, and the younger boys scampered up the ladder. Caleb held Noah and Conner behind, and extended his arm to Danni. “Ladies first,” he said, bowing to her. Danni looked at him in feigned disgust but began climbing the wooden ladder. Caleb quickly motioned Noah and Conner over to him, pointing upwards. The boys peered up intently, and from their vantage point, saw Danni’s white cotton panties. Noah pushed Caleb and called him a ‘pig’, but kept looking at his sister. The others soon followed her, Caleb in the lead, nearly sticking his head up her skirt to peak at her. They congregated nervously after setting up their sleeping bags. It had been nearly nine months since they had last sleep outside and things seemed more awkward than before, mostly because they were nervous and excited to watch pornography together. The toys and games tucked away on dusty shelves seemed childish now. The tree-house was impressive and built to last. It wrapped around the trunk of the old oak tree, providing 360 degree views. It had sturdy railings, walls, windows and a cedar roof. A large room sitting on a massive branch provided a play area, where six sets of sleeping bags were now spread out. To pass the time, they took turns spying on the neighborhood with binoculars, spitting over the rails, drinking sodas, eating snacks and watching the glorious sunset, until it was nearly dark, and time to get ready for bed. Usually, they would all change in front of each other, easily stripping down to their underwear to put on their shorts and pajamas - but tonight was different. Caleb was first. He brazenly kicked off his shoes and socks and dropped his pants. Danni pretended not to glance at the boy-bulge in his briefs. The other boys soon followed his lead, quickly dropping their trousers and putting on long, soft pajama bottoms or soft shorts and tee-shirts. When finished, they all glanced at Danni expectantly. She was so interested in watching the boys undress, she now realized she was the only one not dressed for bed and all the boys would be watching her. However, she had undressed in front of them many times before. This time, though, she turned her back to them before pulling off her dress. The boys stared long and hard at her white cotton panties and bra. In her haste to be modest, she had forgotten her bed clothes were still in her backpack. ‘Oh, well’, she thought. Danni turned to face everyone again and bent over to get her things. Seeing Danni in a bra was new to the boys, and they all wished she would display her naked breasts to them again, even her brothers. They peered at her crotch, noticing the peculiar lack of lumps, bumps and balls. She pulled on her soft, cotton shorts, holding her large tee-shirt in her hands. There was no way she was going to wear her bra all night. “If I take off my bra, you guys won’t get boners or anything, will you?” she asked. “No,” said Justin and Calvin lied. “From looking at my stupid sister, no way,” added Noah. “Maybe,” said Caleb, “I’m not making any promises.” For some reason, his comment made Danni smile. It excited her to know she could have such an effect on boys. “I’ll try not to, Danni,” Conner said, “I really will, but…” Conner knew he couldn’t control it when his pecker got hard. “Boys!” Danni exclaimed, not understanding the opposite sex at all. “No peeking!” she said. She turned around again and slipped her training bra over her head. The boys looked at the red impression marks left by the tight, stretchy material. “Aaaahhh!” Danni sighed, loving the feeling of finally being able to remove her bra. She didn’t know how she could continue to wear such a confining garment all day long. She dropped her bra to the ground and groped her breasts, lifting them, tugging at them and rubbing her hands under them, where her bra had dug into her sensitive skin. The boys watched her from behind. A long moment passed. Her arms and elbows were visible from the back, as she continued to massage her aching breasts. “Can I play with them too?” Caleb asked. The boys chuckled. Danni turned red and quickly slipped on her shirt. “Uh, I got carried away,” Danni said, now facing them. “But you try wearing that stupid thing all day long!” “It looks like you were enjoying that a bit too much,” Caleb said. His cock was already getting chubby. “Well, it did feel nice…” Danni said. “Who’s ready for porn?” Caleb said suddenly. “We are!” or “I am!” everyone exclaimed. Caleb sat down next to a small table in the middle of the room and loaded his favorite website. “This site is great,” he said, “They have full length movies and everything!” He found a movie and announced, “This one looks good.” He pressed play, set the movie to full screen and adjusted the volume to they could all hear without the sound traveling too far into the night. He pulled the chain on the single overhead light, sending the tree-house into darkness, except for the bright glow from the computer, and sat down to watch the movie. They started reading off the names of the porn-actors and giggling at their obvious sexual implications. “Melanie Melons!” they snorted. “Tiffany Suckwell!” they sniggered. “Lance Hardwood!” they laughed. “Shhh! The movie’s starting!” It was typical porn with lousy music and bad dialog. A large breasted woman walked to a house and knocked on the door. A man answered and they soon started making out on the couch. She quickly removed her shirt and her large double-D’s tumbled out. “That must be Melanie Melons!” “Look at the size of those tits!” In the movie, Melanie allowed Lance to suckle her breasts, with Danni wondering how nice it must feel, while hoping her breasts never got that big! How could she play baseball with those things getting in her way? Melanie pulled out Lance’s cock and immediately began sucking on it. It grew to eight inches, fat and hard. “Look at the size of his cock!” the boys said, feeling inadequate. Danni stared, mesmerized. Before long, Lance began to lick and suck Melanie’s pussy. He opened her up and licked her from top to bottom before plunging his face into her hot hole. The boys glanced at Danni, whose attention was riveted to the screen. After a screaming oral orgasm, Lance pulled away from Melanie’s cunt and the two began fucking. Lance fucked her long and hard while Melanie moaned in fake ecstasy. “Wow.” “Shit.” “Look at that!” “So that’s fucking!” It grew quiet in the tree-house, except the sound of Melanie Melons groaning, moaning and begging for more. The camera showed close-ups of the actors’ contorted features, bouncing breasts, driving cock, juicy-pussy and swollen balls. Small hands surreptitiously slid into underwear. The boys fondled their hard dicks. Danni rubbed her wet pussy. They all wanted to cum – they were so turned on and so aroused, but they restrained themselves, not daring to orgasm in front of each other. On the screen, the two actors continued to fuck and skillfully and smoothly changed to the doggie position. Melanie’s breasts swayed grotesquely as the two sweaty adults grunted and moaned. The boy’s cocks got harder. Danni’s pussy got wetter. Lance suddenly pulled his hard cock from Melanie’s cunt and began jacking-off to Melanie’s opened mouth. “What’s he doing?” Danni asked. “You’ll see,” said Caleb. Danni made an audible gasp as a huge blast of cum erupted from Lance’s cock and splattered Melanie’s face. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth and painted her face. She looked into the camera, rolling the fresh spunk around with her tongue before swallowing it down and sucking on Lance’s slimy cock again until the screen went dark and a new scene began. More bad dialogue ensued. They all turned to each other, sheepishly pulling their hands from their underwear. “Did you see how much he shot?” Calvin said. “Do all you guys shoot that much sperm?” Danni asked. “No,” replied Noah. “I shoot a lot, but not that much!” added Caleb. “He had a big penis!” Danni commented, wondering how such a big thing would fit in her tiny hole. “I wonder how a blowjob feels,” Conner said. “I have a boner.” Justin said. “Me too,” said Calvin. “Me too,” said Conner. “Me too,” said Noah. “Me too,” said Caleb. “My pussy is really wet,” added Danni. “Do you guys want to jack-off now?” asked Caleb. The rest looked around at each other. Their faces were flushed, their genitals were engorged and they were all extremely horny. There were several grunts of “OK.” “Sure.” and “I will if you.” Caleb stood up. His hard erection was making a tent in his shorts. He pulled down his clothes all at once. His hard erection bounced free. His cock was about five inches long, fat, hard and leaking pre-cum. He pulled off his shirt so his ejaculate would not get on his clothes. His brother Conner followed his lead, then Noah, Justin and Calvin. Five naked boys with hard peckers nearly surrounded Danni. She glanced from cock to face and from face to cock. She noticed her brothers’ cock-heads were covered with skin, while the Copeland boys’ penises were exposed. She licked her lips nervously. “Well?” Caleb said. “You said you were going to masturbate with us, Danni...” “I…, I….,” Danni said, feeling a little scared. “If you aren’t old enough to play with us boys, why don’t you go home and play with your dolls?” Noah said. That was Noah’s favorite insult for Danni. It always worked. Danni stood up and dropped her shorts and panties. They boys stared at her naked twat. It was shiny with moisture where she had been rubbing it. No one said anything. Caleb stared at Danni and began to stroke his cock. He smeared some pre-cum on his cock-head and fondled himself slowly. “Your shirt too, Danni,” he added breathlessly. “Yeah, Danni,” Noah said. He wanted to see his sister’s tits again. “It’s only fair,” Justin added. “Fine!” Danni pulled off her shirt, exposing her breasts. Her nipples quickly hardened in the cool, night air. She flopped down with her legs closed and pretended to rub her slit. The other boys sat down too. Calvin attempted to slide into his sleeping bag, but his older brother stopped him. “No hiding your junk!” he said. He didn’t want Danni to have an excuse to hide too. They watched the movie. Two women had been talking and now were making out. Soon, they were sucking each other’s breasts and then eating pussy. “I want to see more cocks, not pussies,” Danni uttered, looking at the screen then glancing around the room to see her friend’s hard dicks. Most of them were covered by their hands, so she couldn’t see them clearly. “Do you want to see my cock, Danni?” Caleb said. Danni looked at him. She did want to see his cock - up close. She was so horny and so curious. She nodded imperceptibly. Caleb stood up and walked to Danni. Danni sat up, her legs crossed. Her pussy opened up a little from the tension of her spread wide thighs. Caleb stopped in front of her. His straining cock inches from her face. Danni peered at his hard cock, admiring the flared head, bulging veins and dangling balls. It was so different from her genitalia. Caleb watched her staring and barked out, “Turn on the light.” Noah jumped up and pulled the chain. The room flooded with light. Danni blinked a couple times and continued to stare. Noah stepped over to watch his little sister stare at his friend’s cock. Danni stared at her brother’s cock too. “Don’t they hurt?” she asked, “All swollen up like that?” Their penises were so hard and painful looking. “No,” Caleb answered. “It feels really good when I’m naked and my cock is hard.” He stared down at Danni’s inquisitive face. He stared at her breasts and naked pussy. “When I’m hard, it makes me think of girls and pussies and stuff. Something comes over me and I just have to jack-off and make it shoot, or else I think I’ll go crazy.” His cock throbbed and bounced in front of her. Danni’s eyes opened wide in surprise. ”Do you want to touch it?” he asked, pushing his cock towards her a bit more. “Kinda…, yeah…, sure.” Danni said. “It is OK?” “I want you to touch it,” Caleb said. Danni tentatively reached out her manicured hand and touched it with a single finger. She pushed it down and watched it bounce back up, hard and firm. “Wow.” “Go ahead and grab it, Danni,” Caleb encouraged, “You can’t hurt it.” Danni gripped his shaft delicately and then gave it a firm squeeze. A drop of pre-cum oozed out. “What is that?” Danni asked. “Pre-cum,” Caleb said. “It is really slippery.” “Like my pussy…” Danni said, thinking about hard cocks, slippery pussies and intercourse. “It tastes good too, try it,” he said, hoping Danni would lick his piss-slit. “Gross!” Danni said. Then, she was surprised when Caleb scooped up a fat drop of pre-cum with his finger and licked it. “See?” Still, Danni wasn’t ready to taste Caleb’s pre-cum. Besides, there was none left. “So, why are your cocks different,” she asked Caleb and Noah. “I’m ‘uncircumcised’ Noah answered, “They cut the skin off Caleb’s pecker when he was a baby.” “Wow, boys are strange…” Danni said. “Can I touch your penis too, Noah?” “I guess so…” Noah thrust his hard cock in front of his sister and shivered when she gripped it. She played with it a bit before pulling the skin back firmly until his cock-head was exposed like Caleb’s. She let it go and was surprised to see the skin stay behind her brother’s fat, flared cock-head. The two penises were so alike but completely different. Caleb’s cock was a little longer while Noah’s cock was thicker. “Wow, your cocks are so cool,” Danni exclaimed, now gripping two hard cocks. She was amazed at how a boy’s penis went from small and soft to hard and big – really big! “Conner, show Danni your cock too,” Caleb suggested. “You too, Calvin!” “Justin, come on!” Noah prompted. “Let Danni see what all of our cocks look like.” The other boys had been peering wide-eyed as Danni played with their brothers’ cocks. They quickly stood up, their penises straining and surrounded Danni with hard, boy-flesh. “Wow!” Danni giggled, peering at all of her friend’s hard little peckers. She had to touch each one of them and fondled everyone’s balls. She knew to be gentle with their balls, having seen her friends doubled over in pain, caused by an errant baseball or elbow. All this time they had been friends and she had never considered playing with their cocks before. “I have to pee,” said Conner, breaking the mood. “Me too,” admitted Noah. “OK, let’s take a quick piss break,” Caleb said. He paused the video. The boys went outside to the railing to pee over the edge. Danni usually climbed down the ladder and squatted under the tree-house where the boys couldn’t see her, but tonight, she followed the naked boys outside to the deck. She could see their hard peckers and naked bodies in the moonlight. It felt so naughty to be naked! She felt the cool breeze on her naked body and shivered. “Can I hold someone’s penis while they pee?” Danni asked. She had always seen the boys peeing from behind, and jealously watched them laughing while shooting their streams high in the air. Since she already held their penises, she figured she might as well ask if she could hold their cocks while they pissed. “Sure!” Caleb said, interrupting the other boys who were also eager to volunteer. Danni stood next to Caleb and watched as he pushed his still firm, but softening penis between the spindles of the railing. She reached around and gripped his cock. She waited. She waited some more. “Aren’t you going to pee?” she asked. “It is kind of hard to pee with you holding it!” Caleb said. Danni felt his cock hardening beneath her fingers. “Yeah, I can tell its ‘kind of hard’ she giggled, squeezing his thick, hard shaft. Caleb turned red and tried to pee with all his might. His stream finally began to flow, arcing high due to his erection. Danni felt his penis come alive and laughed out loud as she watched his urine flying into the sky before falling to the ground below. She aimed it to the left and to the right. Her brother Noah began to pee next to them, and they playfully dueled their streams against each other. “This is fun!” Danni said, giggling. All too soon, Caleb emptied his bladder. He pushed one or two more spurts out and then stopped. Danni reluctantly released her grip and she watched Caleb shake it dry. “Do you want to hold my dick, Danni?” Conner asked. He had held back, in spite of his full bladder, wanting to feel Danni’s fingers on his cock again. “Yeah!” Danni said, and grabbed Conner’s cock, pressing her breasts into his back. His penis also hardened beneath her fingers. She tugged it a couple of times to encourage him. Finally, she gave a whoop of joy when he began to pee. She was so happy to play with another pissing penis. She arched his stream and was amazed at how far it went and forceful his urine was. His cock felt so strong in her hands. She almost wished she had a penis. All too soon her fun ended. “That was cool!” she said. “Any more?” She looked around hopefully but all the boys were finished. “Aw,” she sighed, “But let’s do that again!” “I still have to pee!” Danni announced, to no one in particular. She didn’t want to climb down the ladder. “I wish I could pee up here, like you guys,” she moaned, and started to climb down the ladder. “I’ll go with you,” Caleb said. He wanted to watch. “I’ll go too,” said Noah. “Let’s all go!” said Conner, “It will be fun to walk around naked!” They all climbed down the ladder and watched Danni squat and piss into the grass. She stood up and impishly pushed Caleb. “Tag! You’re it!” she screeched, and ran away naked in the moonlight. Soon, the others were running and screaming, naked as the day they were born. Their penises flopped, a pair of breasts jiggled and naked, pale asses shone in the bright, grey light. They grabbed at each other, cupping butt cheeks, grabbing breasts, and fondling both hard and soft cocks along with yells of “You’re it!” and “No, you’re it – no touch-backs!” Suddenly, they heard a door slam in the distance. They looked towards old man’s Fletcher’s house and saw his back-porch light flick on. His big, mean dog started barking and they all scrambled back up the ladder in mock terror, laughing and pushing at each other’s asses to encourage them to climb faster. Danni felt a hand grip her naked butt and felt a couple fingers softly push against her kitty and slip into her wet slit. She didn’t mind. Besides, she was sure it was a mistake. When she got to the top of the ladder, she waited for to see who was behind her. Expecting to see Caleb, she was surprised to see her brother Noah climbing up behind her. She noticed his cock was hard and his face was flushed. He rubbed his nose while sniffing his fingers. Danni smiled. Caleb turned on the video again just in time to see the two women finger fucking each other and eating each other to orgasm. Danni wondered what it would feel like to have a wet tongue in her pussy. They all sat down to watch. “I never knew two girls could do it,” Justin commented. “Or why not two guys…?” Danni suggested. “Or a girl and two guys,” Caleb said, as the next scene began, with Melanie, Lance and another actor. They watched intently as Melanie found another excuse to take off her shirt. Before long, she was sucking both cocks, alternating between them, sucking one and stroking the other. The boys again sprouted hard, throbbing boners. Danni’s pussy was soaked. “I wish someone would suck my cock,” Conner said, humping his hard pecker into an imaginary mouth. “Yeah, me too,” Justin said. “I bet it feels great,” Calvin commented. “Almost as good a fucking, I’ve heard,” Noah added. “Can you imagine a hot, wiggling tongue up in your pussy?” Danni added, trying to fit in. “Uh, no, I guess you can’t!” she giggled. The others laughed too. Eventually, it grew quiet – even Melanie the porn star was quiet, except for all of the slurping. She had her mouth full of hard cock. Nervous and horny energy filled the room like steam after a hot shower. Breaking the silence, Caleb said quietly, “I’ll lick your pussy for you Danni.” Everyone looked at Caleb in surprise. “Don’t you want to feel a hot, wiggling tongue up your snatch?” he teased. “And feel someone sucking on your pussy, like those two girls did in the video?” Danni was horny, wet and eager. She did want to feel all of those things. She wanted to know what it was like to have someone between her legs. She wanted to feel her friend’s penises again and stroke them with her hand until she felt their powerful cocks erupting and spraying sperm, just like she had felt their urine surging up their shafts a short while ago. She wanted to know what it was like to suck a cock and longed to feel a hard penis sliding into her and fucking her pussy… Danni paused and thought furiously. She was surrounded by her horny friends and knew they loved her. ‘Why shouldn’t we be able to have sexy fun together?’ she thought. ‘So what if her brothers were here. They were more like best friends than family. All of these boys were her friends! They had grown up together,’ she rationalized. ‘Besides, being a girl, she had equipment they didn’t have. It was only right that she share her body with her friends, so they could learn about sex together! It was perfect! Her friends would never tattle on each other for playing naughty, sexy games!’ Danni looked at Caleb, smiled naughtily and nodded. She imitated one of the porn stars and spread her legs and opened her cunt-lips with her fingers. “Come here and eat my pussy, Caleb,” she said huskily. Caleb dove between Danni’s legs. He looked at her juicy, pink pussy shining wetly in the harsh light of the incident light bulb. “Hand me your pillow, Noah!” he said. Caleb grabbed the pillow and shoved it under Danni’s ass, positioning her cunt level with his face. Everyone crowded around to watch Caleb lick Danni’s pussy. Their cocks were ready to burst, it was so exciting! They were going see real sex, up close! “HOLD IT!” Danni said sternly. Everyone stopped, hoping Danni hadn’t changed her mind. “We can play sex together, just like we do baseball and other stuff, but you guys have to pinky-swear not to tell anyone!” “Pinky-swear!” every one exclaimed, agreeing to her demand at once. The punishment for breaking a pinky-swear oath was too horrible to contemplate. One by one they hooked pinkies with Danni, looked her in the eyes and said, “I pinky-swear!” Caleb was last. He reached up from his position between her wetness, hooked pinkies with Danni and said, “I pink-pussy-pinky-swear!” and began lapping at Danni’s pussy. Danni felt his tongue licking her from the bottom of her slit to the top. Electric jolts went through her as his tongue hit her swollen clit. He plunged his tongue deep into her hole and wiggled it. “Oooohhh!” Dannie moaned, closing her eyes and reveling in the feelings coursing through her. “Mmmm, that feels wonderful, Caleb!” Danni ground her ass against the sleeping bag and humped Caleb’s face with her steaming pussy, pressing her clit against the bridge of his nose. His hot tongue felt so much better than her fingers! She opened her eyes and saw four sets of eyes staring at her and four hard cocks being neglected. “Someone give me their cock!” Danni groaned, reaching out her hand, “And another pillow.” Danni placed the pillow behind her head and wrapped her hand around one of the offered members. She recognized Noah’s cock and began to stroke it. His pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit and she rubbed it over his thick cock-head, sliding his foreskin back and forth. “Is this how you do it, Noah?” she asked. “Uh-huh,” he grunted, watching his little sister stroking his hard cock. He stared at her hard, fat nipples. He heard Caleb slurping his sister’s juices. He wondered if he was having another wet dream. “Let me have your cock too, Justin,” she moaned, seeing her brother on the other side of her, looking sad and left out. She gripped Justin’s cock and began to stroke him off too. Melanie Melons began to groan loudly in the video. “They are fucking her ass-hole now!” Calvin told everyone. “One dick is in her pussy and one is in her ass-hole at the same time!” Danni groaned too, wondering what it would be like to have a hard cock in her pussy and her ass and her mouth and in her hands! She wanted to massage her breasts, but both hands were busy. “Someone suck my titties!” she groaned. Calvin immediately crawled over and latched on to her breast. “I want one too!” Conner said, and pushed everyone out of his way over to begin sucking the other one. Danni was on fire! She had had good feelings before from rubbing on her pussy and squeezing her breasts, but this was a thousand times better. Her pussy began to tingle, her thighs began to twitch and something big began to happen! “Unnnhhh! Unnnnhhhh!” she moaned. She felt something wet land on her cheek and looked towards Noah. She felt his cock pulse in her hand and watched huge gob of sperm shoot from his cock and splatter her face. She blinked her eyes and flinched. Another spurt and her pussy began to convulse as Caleb sucked her gash. Her body felt like it was ready to burst with all of the intense, good feelings washing over her. She opened her mouth to moan out loud and saw another spurt erupt from Noah’s cock and felt the wet splash on her lips and tongue. It was salty but tasted good. Another wave crashed over her. She felt Justin wiggling and heard him groaning too. She watched him orgasm, shaking his body so sweetly as he came. She felt wetness dribbling from Justin’s throbbing cock. She felt Noah’s sperm dribbling down her other arm. Another wave rolled over her. She saw stars when she closed her eyes and grunted loudly as the boys sucked her titties. Her orgasmic groans drowned out Melanie Mellon’s fake ones. “Nnnnnaaa, nnnnnaaaa, oh, oh, oh, oh!” she moaned, “Aaaaaaahhhhhh-mmmmmm-pppphhhh-fu-fu-fu-FUCK!” Wave after glorious wave washed over her until she fell back weakly, pushing Caleb away from her quivering pussy. The sucking mouths were pulled from her teats and she released both of her brothers’ spent cocks. She curling up into a ball as the tingles in her pussy slowly faded away. Danni lay there a long while, catching her breath. She finally came to her senses, and feeling the cum on her hands, curiously sniffed and then licked the thick, white goo. “Not bad,” she exclaimed, and licked the remaining sperm from both hands and wrists. “That was the first time I spermed, Danni,” Justin said, proudly. “Thanks!” “Cool, Justin, I’m happy for you,” she said, tousling his hair. “How was it, Danni,” Caleb asked, his face still shining from her juices. For an answer, she sat up, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him sloppily, long and hard. He kissed her back, and they fell to the floor. She gripped his shaft and jacked it impatiently. She was just getting started. “Can I suck your cock, Caleb?” Danni asked sweetly, knowing what his answer would be. “Yes, please,” he said. “Me too!” said Calvin. “I want my cock sucked!” said Conner. “Would you suck mine too, Danni?” Noah asked her. “And mine?” Justin added. Danni smiled. It was going to be a long, fun night.

The Dancer by Lady Lucia* PART ONE Hey, Bella? a vaguely familiar voice was on the other line, but I couldnt quite place it. Especially being hungover from a super late Christmas party the previous night. I sat up a little bit in my bed, adjusting my nightgown and brushing the hair out of my face. This is she, I answered, after clearing my throat, Who is this? Its Autumn! the girls chipper voice gave me a slight headache in itself, and I held the phone away for a moment, Dont you remember me? From high school? I asked, racking my brain for any Autumns that I currently knew. We had both graduated last summer, but we had both gone to very different colleges. That, and the two of us barely knew each other anyway. Yeah, Autumn Greene, she said, just as cheerfully, I got your number from Victoria. Youre still dancing, right? Of course, I replied, rolling my eyes. The phrase still dancing is an iteration of things I hear all the time from relatives. Its the most ridiculous understatement. Im halfway through my freshman year at Oklahoma City University, working on a dance performance degree. I worked my ass off to get into the program, but I never try to brag about it. All I want is for people to understand that its an amazing opportunity, and that dancing IS a career - not just a hobby. Oh, perfect! Victoria was telling me you might do parties? She said one of her dancing friends in college did something like that to make some extra money around Christmas, Autumn explained, as I woke up a little more. Victoria and I were in theatre together in high school, but I also hadnt really heard from her in forever. Like a Dance Host? I asked. One or two of my upperclassman friends at Oklahoma told me about being dance hosts, where theyd show up and dance at different clubs and parties. Everyone thinks theyre just another guest, but theyre secretly getting paid. Essentially, they would dance all night without taking a break. It kept bodies on the floor, and made the place look more popular. Personally, I didnt really like the idea - using my body and my skills to dance with strangers seemed a little inappropriate. Yeah, our dancer totally bailed. I just got the call this morning, Autumn explained further, before I could tell her I might not be the right girl for this, So were a little desperate. Everyone at the party chipped in, so we can offer you $500. Wait, $500? I gasped, quickly grabbing a notepad off the side of my desk. Even the best hosting jobs generally offered $150 at most per night, or so I had heard. Though, once I stopped to think about it, Autumn did have pretty rich friends, and parents for that matter. Grabbing a pen, I tried to ask calmly, What are the details, Autumn? Its a New Years Eve party, she told me, which I wrote down, to my displeasure. I already had a party I was excited to go to, but this sounded be too good to pass up. I wouldnt have to scrounge as much next semester with that padding my bank account. Its about what youd expect. You have to dance, give dances to whoever asks, and a lucky boy might get a midnight kiss! Wait, what? I asked, pausing from quickly jotting things down. Bella, relax, she giggled, Loosen up. Its a New Years party! You know how to flaunt your body, right? I mean I hesitated, not quite knowing what to say. I had done advanced jazz and modern dance, so Im much more fluid than I was in high school. I knew how to MOVE my body. But flaunt isnt the word Id personally use. Look, if you cant flaunt it, Ill have to find someone else. Any recommendations? No, I can flaunt it! I said, feeling my cheeks heat up as I said the ridiculous phrase. Saying it out loud was so much worse than hearing it. But the money sounded way too tempting. It was just a night of casual dancing. I could survive a few hours of that. Good! she exclaimed, You can show up at 11 PM. And make sure you wear something sexy, okay? None of those outfits you used to wear in high school. Wait, cant I just- Parties at my house are FUN, she said. Im a little annoyed that she was cutting me off, and more annoyed that she was implying that Im not fun. But it was hard to argue when she was the one offering the job, Look, if you dont want to, its not too late to say no. No, its fine! I told her, already decided. Most of my dancing friends did it. It would be a good experience. And, of course, it paid really well. Dress sexy, dance sexy. Got it. 11 PM? You got it, Bella. See you there! she said. I heard a light giggle, but she hung up before I could say anything else. I got out of bed, dropping the notebook back on the desk. Thankfully, I still had two days to practice my club dancing, something I rarely do. After calling through the house to make sure I was home alone, I changed into a more revealing outfit and put on some dance music. Even if it was a casual night of dancing, there would be a lot of old classmates there, and I didnt want to seem awkward to them. Much like a recital or choreography, I started to practice for the weekend. PART TWO After a whole afternoon of deliberation and trying on countless outfits, I ended up wearing a short gray skirt and a black halter top, feeling as prepared as I would ever be. As one of my instructors always tells me, you have to fully commit to every dance opportunity. That includes outfits. Against my better judgment, I wore my long red hair down. I always, always, always wear it up when I dance, since it tends to get in the way. But wearing it up didnt seem totally appropriate for a party, so I just lightly curled it instead. One of my friends dropped me off at the party, and I could tell that it was already in full swing by the time I got there. I walked up the driveway, ignoring the two people I saw making out against a car at the other end of the driveway. I walked to the front door and knocked. Then rang. Then rang again. After a minute or so of waiting, I just open the unlocked door, heading inside. I was greeted by loud music and a packed house, with dim, flashing lights from different rooms of the Greenes mansion-like home. I carefully made my way through the various rooms, almost getting trampled by several drunk people running down the halls. I finally found Autumn in the kitchen, pouring shots for herself and a few of her friends. Oh, there she is! Autumn exclaimed. The blonde girl smiled, pointing me out to the other three girls. I thought my outfit was revealing, but Autumn was literally wearing black short shorts and an emerald green bra, leaving nothing to the imagination, Wow, Bella! I almost didnt even recognize you! Hey, Autumn, I said, feeling a little bit out of place. Autumn seemed fine for the most part, but her friends were definitely past tipsy at this point, You really need a dance host at a party like this? Whats a dance host? one of Autumns friends asked. Half of them giggled at the word, and the other half looked confused, Is that the prudish word for stripper? I am NOT a stripper! I exclaimed. Even though I didnt know her at all, it was still offensive that she would call me that, even when drunk, Im just here to dance, like Autumn told me. But- Riley, relax, Autumn told her. She walked over to me, taking my hand before I could object, Bella, come with me. Autumn, I- I start to protest, but it was pointless. She gave a sharp tug on my hand, walking me through the house. Reluctantly, I let her guide me. I could hear her friends laughing about something, but I chose to ignore them. I followed her through another room with two different couples making out (such a classy party), and then I was walked upstairs, presumably to Autumns room. Paige, out. Now, Autumn harshly said. A brunette girl I vaguely know from high school was sitting on the bed, not so subtly flirting with two different guys. She didnt look too happy about it, but reluctantly took the two boys and left the room. Once Paige was gone, Autumn closed the door, Bellayou can call it whatever you want, but you do know youre stripping tonight, right? Autumn, what are you talking about?? I looked at her in shock. I half hoped she was trying to pull a crappy joke, but the look on her face said otherwise. Oh my God, are you serious? Were you listening when we talked on the phone? Autumn rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she stood across from me. I said dance host! I said, still feeling a little offended shed consider me a viable choice to call if she needed a stripper. Bella, you said you were fine flaunting your body, and you said you were fine giving dances to anyone who asked, she started explaining it, almost like Im a child. Technically I DID say those things, but in a completely different context, Everyone here was promised a stripper, and they all paid for it already. I could have found somebody else if you said no, but now its too late. Way too late, Bella. Yeah, but I- I started to object, but Autumn just kept talking as if she didnt even hear me. Arent you a PROFESSIONAL dancer? Autumn put her hands on her hips, looking annoyed, Because bailing the night of is pretty unprofessional. And shitty, for that matter. Not only does it make you look bad, it makes me look bad as a host. Are you really going to leave me without a dancer tonight? I I hesitated, my head spinning. For years, I had always shown up early to every practice and recital, and never once left any of my coaches or partners hanging. But did this even count? Stripping was degrading and, personally, it would be embarrassing to dance in front of others in a setting like this, even clothed. ButI technically gave a commitment. It was hard to think clearly when Autumn was staring daggers at me. How farhow far would I have to strip? I asked, feeling the heat rush to my face. Have you really never been to a strip club? Autumn asked. But she at least seemed a little relieved that I was considering it, Your bra and underwear, Bella. And, like you agreed to, you have to dance alone AND give lap dances. Again, NOT what I said. I thought I was dancing with people, not /giving/ people dances. For how long? I reluctantly asked, swallowing my pride. I would treat this professionally. I had danced in sheer clothes before, so this would be fine. Incredibly awkward, due to so many old classmates being around, and a bit degrading, but fine. Totally fine. Thank God. Autumn told me, smiling. She dropped her hands back down to her sides, You need to dance from 11:15 until midnight. Then you can go home. Okay? 45 minutes. That was a lot of time to be dancing solo. Or giving lap dances...I almost changed my mind, but couldn't ignore Autumn's stare that was somehow both hopeful and judgmental all at the same time. I let out an exhale, giving in, Alright, fine, I said, still uncertain about all of this. I was not 100% okay with it, but Autumn made a point I couldnt ignore. I would never leave anyone hanging, even for something as awful as this, But no videos, okay? Youll be our stripper? Autumn asked. She gave me a serious look. I just said I would, Autumn. I need to hear you say it. She rolled her eyes, I don't want to get people's hopes up. Are you committed, Bella? I I hesitated. Ugh, it felt so gross to say out loud! But after an uncomfortably long period of silence, I mumbled, Ill be your stripper. PART THREE It was almost time. My hands were practically shaking as I stood just outside the room I was supposed to be dancing in. I didnt like being the center of attention in general, but this was worse in every way. What was I thinking?? Part of me wanted to bolt out the door, but another part of me seemed frozen in place. I had now told Autumn TWICE that Id do this for her. I couldnt bail now, could I? It would be fine. I would be dancing for classmates that I never talked to any more. Strangers Id never see again. It would be fine. I would leave at midnight with whatever dignity I had left, and $500 in my pocket. And a good life lesson to always get the details for future gigs. Autumns instructions echoed in my head as I waited for the impending show. Money can go in your bra or thong. Give dances to anyone who asks. A myriad of other instructions that included how I needed to balance stripping and lap dances, and how I needed to dance the full 45 minutes, as instructed. It was exhausting, and I hadnt even started yet. When the blonde girl bounded off to take care of whatever other hosting business she had to attend to, I let out a sigh of relief. A few minutes later, the blaring music in the other room was abruptly cut off mid-song, causing a chorus of awws and boos from everyone nearby. Attention, everyone! Autumns familiar voice filled the room over the speakers. For those that havent heard, we have a stripper to help us count down to midnight. Oh my God, she was making it sound like it was my job or something! But before I could even consider fruitlessly calling out to correct her, Autumn called my name out. Bella Ryan, everybody! I was a dancer. I could do this. Allowing myself a second to take a breath, I forced myself to don a faint smirk. Then I strutted out into the living room before I lost my nerve and before I could talk myself out of this. My stomach sunk the moment I crossed the threshold into the room. There were A LOT of people. Some crammed onto couches, other sitting on folding chairs or the floor, and even more standing on the outskirts of the room. The coffee table was conspicuously clean compared to all the other surfaces in the house littered with bottles and red solo cups. Oh God, it was supposed to be my stage I wanted to run. I wanted so badly to run. But I didnt have a choice. I was already here, I had already committed myself to Autumn. So I carefully stepped up onto the coffee table, forcing myself to keep the smirk that was normally reserved for the rare dance number. I could feel the dozens of eyes looking me all over. A feeling that would certainly only get worse once I removed a layer or two. How many of you remember Bella from high school? Autumn asked over the speakers. My face flushed as a good fifteen or twenty hands shot up. I had been able to blur out the faces before, but now I recognized a good number of girls and guys that I vaguely knew in high school I wasnt necessarily a prude, but I never wore anything nearly as revealing as I was wearing right now. I could see a good number of the girls whispering and giggling, while the guys looked both intrigued and excited. And how many of you are ready for Bella to strip? Rather than raise hands, the whole room cheered and applauded this time. Smirk. Keep the smirk. Everything is fine. I told myself as I looked over the sea of faces. Just for good measure, I put a hand on my hip so they both werent awkwardly resting by my sides. Ready, Bella? Autumn smiled over at me. The question clearly wasnt meant for answering, as Autumn snapped and pointed at the guy beside her. Apparently the DJ, as he turned to the laptop beside him and started up the music again. Have fun! The blonde's chipper voice sounded out over the music and cheers of the crowd. And, before I could allow myself one more thought of fleeing, I began to dance. PART FOUR I wasnt sure which was louder - my heartbeat, or the thumping bass from the vague club music the DJ turned back up for my performance. I began to nervously move my body to the music. Despite my years of experience dancing, my dance moves all felt a little bit rigid and awkward as I tried to match the pounding club music. I could hear a few laughs, no doubt from old classmates in disbelief that I would be doing something like this, but Autumn was quick to grab the microphone and tell them I was just warming up. The relief didnt last long, as Autumn added on, Just give her a minute. Bella is a stripper. She knows what shes doing! The reminder of my profession made the heat rise to my cheeks, but that paled in comparison to the pressure the last sentence added. Im supposed to know what Im doing. Theyre paying me all this money, and I did practice for two full days before this. Somehow, I needed to push past the doubt and awkwardness. Little by little, I allowed my movements to get more fluid, though the self-conscious thoughts persisted. By the end of the first song, things were starting to feel more natural. I finally managed to tune the crowd out and start feeling the music in my body. I was also a good dancer. Sure, I didnt like being the center of attention, but at least I was doing something I excelled at. Whens she going to strip? A girl in the front row asked loudly. Her question set off a chain reaction of voices that were quickly directed more towards me than to each other. Cries of Strip! and Take your clothes off! came from a number of horny boys and amused girls in the crowd. As the next song started, I reluctantly obeyed. I ever so slowly began to lift my gray halter top, revealing the smooth skin just above my waist. What was I doing? But it felt like I had no choice. I was a stripper, at least for the night. I was annoyed that Autumn hadnt been more specific on the phone, but I also partially blamed myself for not calling back to ask about those specifics. What could I do now? Every little motion was a mental battle with myself, though my body somehow knew to keep dancing throughout the whole experience. Thankfully, the crowd was on my side. They were cheering me on, though I could tell from some of the faces that the ones that knew me were relishing this surprising side of me. Even so, they all seemed to appreciate what was coming. Keeping a shaky grip on the hem of my top, I finally willed myself to pull it past my breasts. Realizing I was about to lose my nerve, I quickly yanked the thin fabric over my head and completely off my body before I could stop myself. Not the most smooth motion, but no one seemed to care. The crowd grew ecstatic as my black bra came into view. Glancing down, I realized just how much cleavage the undergarment was showing off as it held my full C cups together. Oh my God, and everyone was going to see how they moved once I started dancing again! Keep your skirt on, Bella. For now! Autumns voice boomed out over the music again. I glanced back to see the blonde still confidently standing next to her DJ friend. It wasnt lost on me that she and I were dressed the same now. Black bottom layer and a bra, the rest of our skin available for everyone to see. We still have plenty of time until midnight. Who wants the first lap dance?? Once again, cheers filled the room, and a number of hands shot up into the air. The beginning of the dance and the act of stripping my top almost made me forget the rest of the things that I agreed to. It wasnt just 45 minutes of dancing. It was giving dances to people. Looks like Ryan is the only one who knows how this works! Autumn exclaimed. I turned in horror to see a guy from high school who had asked me out at least ten times before graduation. Cocky, annoying, and incredibly persistent. I was 100% sure he only wanted me because he took my prudish nature to be a challenge. Excuse me if I wanted to be with guys who I actually had a connection with. But now, the dark haired college freshman was sitting there with a grin and a green bill held up in his hand. For those of you who dont know how this works, Autumn continued, You dont ever hand the money to her. You find a morecreative way to give it to her. It felt like the blonde was partially saying it for my benefit as well, considering I wasnt a real stripper. I wanted to run, but I felt trapped. Topless, committed to the job, and really wanting that $500 for next semester. It was just a dance. It didnt mean anything. At least, those were a number of things I told myself to justify it. Stepping down from the table, I sauntered over towards the cocky boy in the leather chair. As I lightly let my legs straddle him to close the distance, I gave him as much of a smirk as I could handle. Hi, Ryan. I said it in the most seductive tone I could manage, trying to suppress the vomit at the same time. Bella, he gave me a knowing smile back. Obviously not much had changed. But this time, I couldnt refuse his flirting. He held up the green bill, and I was a little surprised to see it was literally just a $1 bill. This is about how much youre worth to me, he said. Nice and quiet, so no one else could hear. And then, before I could think of a reply, he reached forward and stuffed the money in my bra. Oh. My. God. For a moment, I actually felt Ryans fingers graze my bare breasts as he roughly shoved the dollar bill into my bra. Yet somehow, it wasnt the momentary violation or the arrogant smirk that made me cringe. It was the fact that I felt the scratchy paper against my skin, and the peripheral vision of a green bill sticking out of my bra. The mortifying visual must have crushed any doubts about me being a proper stripper, and I knew right then that it would be the first bill of many. Yet I didnt have time to think about that. I had to figure out how to give a lap dance. I had practiced a lot of things after Autumns call, but this was not one of them. And I had to figure it out on Ryan, of all people. Well? The dark haired asshole finally broke away from his blatant staring at my breasts to look me in the eyes. Of course, I knew what I had to do. And I didnt need him to demean me in such a patronizing way. Not saying a word, I just smirked right back at him. I had never been so grateful for my teachers forcing me to practice expressions in front of a mirror for dancing. It wasnt my favorite assignment, but I had gotten to the point where I knew how to show what I wanted with my face, and could hold it and manipulate it for a full dance routine. Swallowing my pride, I leaned forward and placed my hand on his chest, shifting my hips to further straddle him. If you touch me again, you dont get a dance. Honestly, most of my lap dance knowledge came from shows and movies. I had seen guys groping the girls asses, but had also seen clubs enforce the no touching rule. Of the two, I quickly decided in the moment to go with the latter. If I let Ryan get away with it, it would set the tone for the rest of the night. And then, hoping it wasnt too awkward, I gave him a short dance. As I faced him, I reluctantly ran my hands along his face and chest, letting my hips and thighs constantly shift as I straddled him and moved to the music. To me, his attitude and the $1 payment was insulting enough that I leaned forward as if I was going to rub my breasts on his chest or his face, and then promptly stood up to turn around without giving him any satisfaction. Not knowing what Autumn had promised her guests, I then lowered myself back onto Ryan, this time straddling him with my skirt covered ass facing him. Only halfway through the next few series of motions did I realize that leaning over in such a way showed off a ton of cleavage to those watching from across the room. At that realization, I felt my cheeks flush. Deciding that I was done with Ryan, and done with how my black bra didnt cover nearly enough of my breasts in that position, I swiftly stepped away from the boy, hoping the dim room hid my light blush. Only then did I realize just how many eyes were on me as the music pounded away. Somehow, I convinced myself that the best way to keep my dignity was to keep dancing as if none of this bothered me. After all, Autumn and half her friends were showing off just as much skin. Hell, Autumn herself was just wearing a bra like me. Still, I decided to continue satisfying the excited crowd. I was in too deep, the money was too good, and Autumn would kill me if I bailed on her now. Letting the false smirk rest on my face, I pushed back my loose red hair and strutted over to another raised hand holding a green bill. I gave dance after dance. Save for the hands stuffing bills into my bra, everyone at least adhered to the no touching rule. The stares were actually worse than the dancing itself. I had long gotten over close contact with dance partners, and that somewhat bled over into the mortifying task of giving lap dances. But seeing the way that each guy shamelessly stared at my bra-covered breasts made me constantly aware of just how exposed I was without my top on. And, while I couldnt see it myself, Im sure my ass got plenty of stares each time I did the second half of the routine I was starting to develop. Ten dances in, I concluded that straddling old classmates was WAY worse than straddling strangers. I tried my hardest not to focus on the girls who looked somewhat appalled at my behavior, or the onlooking guys who were loving every moment of my exposure. Thankfully, the music was loud enough that I couldnt hear any of the conversations around the room. My bra was slowly getting more and more full of paper bills, all of which stuck out in the most damning and humiliating way. And, as I got up from yet another lustful boys lap, Autumn got my attention by calling out my name and raising a green bill of her own. I cringed internally, but managed to keep my performance up. Strutting over to the scantily clad blonde, I slowly lowered myself onto her as she generously slid a $20 bill into my bra. If the boys were lustful before, I could only imagine their excitement as two girls were face to face in nothing but bras. Her short shorts were technically more revealing than my skirt, but I could feel the gray fabric riding up on me every time I straddled somebody, Autumn included. Just thought youd want an update, Autumn softly smiled, as I carefully placed my hand on her upper chest. Unlike the guys before her, the blonde below me had boobs, and I had to be careful not to land too close to them. What update? I asked, blushing again as the crowd cheered when I began naturally moving to the music and teasing Autumn with my body, the same way I had with the other boys. Unlike everyone else, Autumn pulled out another bill, being a little more rough this time as she shoved it into the opposite bra cup from the first. You have 25 minutes left, she said, leaning forward to whisper in my ear, And its time to lose the skirt. PART FIVE Thats right. The earlier conversation with Autumn had explained as much. Her words from the bedroom echoed in my head. She had answered my question simply and to the point, but it didnt change how daunting or embarrassing the answer was: Your bra and underwear, Bella. Just when I had found my stride giving lap dances with my cleavage constantly shown off to the whole party, I was reminded that there was more to do. And, considering I was currently straddling Autumn in said bra and with my skirt riding up, I was well past the point of calling this whole thing off. Bella. Autumn poked the bare part of my breast to bring me back to reality. The surprise of being prodded that way kept me from snapping at her like I may have done to one of the guys, and I realized I had also been subtly dancing on her thighs even when I momentarily got lost in my thoughts. Damn dancer instincts. I wasnt even sure if I was impressed or appalled with myself for doing so. Thats two twenties. You should really mix your routine up. More money means a better dance, she smirked, no doubt loving all the attention from all the onlookers. Our faces were still rather close, and her words were meant just for me, especially with the pounding music that filled the room and the rest of the house. Lets put on a good show, okay? O-okay I muttered, meeting her eyes. Despite the trepidation in my voice, I managed to maintain the smirk I had plastered on my own face from the moment I walked in the room. And, taking a moment to collect myself, I got to work. Guessing all the things I had already done to her and the boys before her werent quite enough, I started to improvise. My hands ran up and down her bare upper half, though I made a point to barely hover away from her chest each time, rather than actually touch her bra-covered boobs. And I got way closer with my face than I did with any of the guys. Inwardly cringing, I lowered myself to her chest, then shifted to her neck, and then to her lips, teasing her like Im sure I had seen in some video at some point in my life. I was keenly aware of our bare legs constantly pressing against each others as well, but that paled in comparison to all the lewd motions I made to her upper half. Shit. It took me way too long to realize it, but HER hands were on MY body too. Mostly holding my bare sides as I did all the work, but it still broke the no touching rule I had enforced earlier. Maybe it wasnt too late. No touching, I narrowed my eyes as I voiced my first and only personal stripper rule, and briefly took my hands off her body to pull her hands away. It didnt matter if this was the most uncomfortable thing I had ever done. I may have been topless, but I was still a little in control. Autumn just subtly rolled her eyes, as if to say fine. Guessing it was as good a time as any, I shifted back and stood up for a moment to turn around, then lowered myself down again to begin the second half of her dance. It was only once my skirt covered ass was in the blondes face that I realized the DJ was playing some club remix of I Kissed A Girl. Face lightly flushing, I flaunted my body for everyone; my ass for Autumn, my boobs for anyone watching. Somehow, I kept a confidence expression, but it somehow felt even more wrong to be doing this with a girl. Its not that Im against any kind of sexuality, but Im just not into girls myself. Yet there I was, giving Autumn a lap dance as if I did it all the time. Remembering her point about how much she paid compared to everyone else, I even went the extra mile. When I had done about as much as I could creatively do with my body while straddling someone else, I got up and turned back around, leaning down as if I actually was going to make out with her. God, what was wrong with me? Half of me was playing the part, and the other half was thinking about the $500 I needed to earn. But, instead of kissing her, I just gently took her blonde locks and walked away, letting her hair trail off in my fingers until she was out of reach. Then it was time. Autumn was my boss for the evening, and she wouldnt want me giving another dance without doing what she said first. So I tossed my own hair back and strutted back to the coffee table, stepping up onto the makeshift stage. I couldnt believe I was about to do this, but I was already in WAY too deep. Halfway done with my commitment. I only needed to last another 20 minutes or so, and I could go home and take multiple showers to get rid of the gross feeling that straddling Ryan and a few other pervy boys gave me. And, as I took the stage, I also realized I could kill a little more time up there to avoid future lap dances. So I let my body move with the music, making a few sharp movements with my head and hips. The cheers were somehow both mortifying and mildly helpful at the same time. Doing something like this to a dead room would have been 100 times worse. But I couldnt delay the inevitable forever. Allowing my smirk to grow into a confident grin, I hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of the short gray skirt, eternally grateful that it didnt have a zipper. Ugh, bending over was going to show off my cleavage again, but it wasnt like everyone hadnt seen plenty already. Resigning myself to my self-imposed exposure, I sloooowly lowered the skirt to the cheers of the crowd. Partly because my perfectionist self wanted to put on a good show, but also because the proper side of me was still faintly resisting. Regardless, I made it. As gravity took it the rest of the way, my gray skirt pooled around my ankles as I reluctantly stood back up. There I was, standing on the makeshift stage and baring my matching black bra and thong to the crowd. And there was still more to come. PART SIX Thats right. The earlier conversation with Autumn had explained as much. Her words from the bedroom echoed in my head. She had answered my question simply and to the point, but it didnt change how daunting or embarrassing the answer was: Your bra and underwear, Bella. Just when I had found my stride giving lap dances with my cleavage constantly shown off to the whole party, I was reminded that there was more to do. And, considering I was currently straddling Autumn in said bra and with my skirt riding up, I was well past the point of calling this whole thing off. Bella. Autumn poked the bare part of my breast to bring me back to reality. The surprise of being prodded that way kept me from snapping at her like I may have done to one of the guys, and I realized I had also been subtly dancing on her thighs even when I momentarily got lost in my thoughts. Damn dancer instincts. I wasnt even sure if I was impressed or appalled with myself for doing so. Thats two twenties. You should really mix your routine up. More money means a better dance, she smirked, no doubt loving all the attention from all the onlookers. Our faces were still rather close, and her words were meant just for me, especially with the pounding music that filled the room and the rest of the house. Lets put on a good show, okay? O-okay I muttered, meeting her eyes. Despite the trepidation in my voice, I managed to maintain the smirk I had plastered on my own face from the moment I walked in the room. And, taking a moment to collect myself, I got to work. Guessing all the things I had already done to her and the boys before her werent quite enough, I started to improvise. My hands ran up and down her bare upper half, though I made a point to barely hover away from her chest each time, rather than actually touch her bra-covered boobs. And I got way closer with my face than I did with any of the guys. Inwardly cringing, I lowered myself to her chest, then shifted to her neck, and then to her lips, teasing her like Im sure I had seen in some video at some point in my life. I was keenly aware of our bare legs constantly pressing against each others as well, but that paled in comparison to all the lewd motions I made to her upper half. Shit. It took me way too long to realize it, but HER hands were on MY body too. Mostly holding my bare sides as I did all the work, but it still broke the no touching rule I had enforced earlier. Maybe it wasnt too late. No touching, I narrowed my eyes as I voiced my first and only personal stripper rule, and briefly took my hands off her body to pull her hands away. It didnt matter if this was the most uncomfortable thing I had ever done. I may have been topless, but I was still a little in control. Autumn just subtly rolled her eyes, as if to say fine. Guessing it was as good a time as any, I shifted back and stood up for a moment to turn around, then lowered myself down again to begin the second half of her dance. It was only once my skirt covered ass was in the blondes face that I realized the DJ was playing some club remix of I Kissed A Girl. Face lightly flushing, I flaunted my body for everyone; my ass for Autumn, my boobs for anyone watching. Somehow, I kept a confident expression, but it somehow felt even more wrong to be doing this with a girl. Its not that Im against any kind of sexuality, but Im just not into girls myself. Yet there I was, giving Autumn a lap dance as if I did it all the time. Remembering her point about how much she paid compared to everyone else, I even went the extra mile. When I had done about as much as I could creatively do with my body while straddling someone else, I got up and turned back around, leaning down as if I actually was going to make out with her. God, what was wrong with me? Half of me was playing the part, and the other half was thinking about the $500 I needed to earn. But, instead of kissing her, I just gently took her blonde locks and walked away, letting her hair trail off in my fingers until she was out of reach. Then it was time. Autumn was my boss for the evening, and she wouldnt want me giving another dance without doing what she said first. So I tossed my own hair back and strutted back to the coffee table, stepping up onto the makeshift stage. I couldnt believe I was about to do this, but I was already in WAY too deep. Halfway done with my commitment. I only needed to last another 20 minutes or so, and I could go home and take multiple showers to get rid of the gross feeling that straddling Ryan and a few other pervy boys gave me. And, as I took the stage, I also realized I could kill a little more time up there to avoid future lap dances. So I let my body move with the music, making a few sharp movements with my head and hips. The cheers were somehow both mortifying and mildly helpful at the same time. Doing something like this to a dead room would have been 100 times worse. But I couldnt delay the inevitable forever. Allowing my smirk to grow into a confident grin, I hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of the short gray skirt, eternally grateful that it didnt have a zipper. Ugh, bending over was going to show off my cleavage again, but it wasnt like everyone hadnt seen plenty already. Resigning myself to my self-imposed exposure, I sloooowly lowered the skirt to the cheers of the crowd. Partly because my perfectionist self wanted to put on a good show, but also because the proper side of me was still faintly resisting. Regardless, I made it. As gravity took it the rest of the way, my gray skirt pooled around my ankles as I reluctantly stood back up. There I was, standing on the makeshift stage and baring my matching black bra and thong to the crowd. And there was still more to come. PART SEVEN The phrase Sunk Cost Fallacy had never been so apt than when I stood in just my plain black lingerie, surrounded by former classmates and total strangers. Everyone had already seen my top half swaying and bouncing and shifting as I danced in just a bra, and now the whole room could see most of my bare legs and ass. When I put on a thong earlier, it had been for the sake of avoiding panty lines in the tight skirt. In retrospect, panty lines would have been much preferable to showing dozens of people just about everything aside from my most private area. But the current problem was the same as the previous problem. I had already come this far. If there was a time to bail, it would have been before I removed the skirt. But Autumns lap dance, especially the choice of song, had distracted me enough that my main focus was getting off her lap and to the next part of the evening. The moment my skirt pooled at my ankles, regret and reality washed over me. This was too much. Somehow, I had managed to justify topless lap dances, but being bottomless on a stage raised the stakes. Everyone behind me could see my bare ass cheeks, and everyone else could see my bra stuffed with cash and only a triangle of fabric protecting the rest of my modesty. On top of the exposure, I was suppose to keep flaunting my body in this state of undress, and give more dances? No way. Degrading myself like this was NOT worth $500. It wasnt worth triple that number. Could I just grab my skirt and run? Pull it back up first? There were a ton of problems with the run away strategy. My purse was back up in the bedroom, and I had no idea where my shirt ended up after I stripped it off for the crowd. Getting out of here was going to be an enormous headache, and I was beginning to accept the fact that Id be driving home topless with no money to show for giving up so much of my dignity. Autumn didnt seem like the type to pay for an incomplete job. God, why did I let her talk me into this in the first place? I could have just left. Making an executive decision, I stepped one foot at a time out of the skirt, trying my very hardest to keep the faint smile on my face like nothing was wrong. It would be easier to flee with skirt in hand than by making the plan obvious by partially dressing myself before running. Seeing countless cameras capturing my newfound exposure, I suddenly felt a wave of validation in regards to my choice to run away. My current image would require a TON of damage control if family or college friends saw any of this. No need to supplement that material with even more damning pictures and videos. My hips swayed just enough so I wouldnt awkwardly be standing on the table, and time seemed to slow down as I allowed an entire house party to stare at me in just my underwear. I used those mortifying few seconds to map my escape route; between the sofa and the armchair, past the DJs table, and back to the kitchen. Before I could overthink it, I leapt off the table, snatched up my skirt, and ran. For a few moments, everything was a blur. From all around, I could hear jeering and complaining as the nights main entertainment lost her nerve. No one tried to stop me, but pushing through the crowd left me vulnerable to all kinds of violations. As I was shoving my way past the pocket of audience members who had congregated between the furniture, I felt a few rough squeezes and slaps of my bare ass, but that was nothing compared to what came next. One of the last guys standing between me and the kitchen squared off with me and, with a disgusting grin, grabbed both of my breasts and squeezed. Gasping, I shoved him hard, so hard that he probably would have fallen on his ass if it werent for the kitchen table he ended up colliding with instead. Ignoring the insults and profanities he yelled after me, as if I was the bad guy for overreacting to him GRABBING my BOOBS, I raced for the stairs without looking back. The silver lining to publicly degrading myself? There were no other obstacles between me and the bedroom. Apparently my little show was enough to drag the whole house over to watch. I bounded up the stairs and back to the room where Autumn convinced me to go through with my commitment, and slammed the door behind me. One big breath. And then I had to keep going. The privacy was much needed, but this wasnt my bedroom and wasnt my house. There was no time to relax or process or decompress. I quickly stepped back into the dark gray number, pulled it up my legs, and let out a sigh of relief once the skirt was situated where it was supposed to be. Next I pulled the money out of my bra cups, the sensation of paper-against-skin causing me to blush to myself now that I was thinking more clearly. God, I really was a stripper for a few minutes, wasnt I? Not bothering to count the total, I folded the stack of bills in half and went to put in my purse. Except my purse wasnt there. I could practically feel my heart drop as I took in the empty dresser top. That meant no phone, no wallet, no keys. I distinctly remembered placing my things there before heading downstairs for the biggest mistake of my life, but now they were nowhere to be seen. Before I could begin tearing the room apart to find where my stuff might have been moved to, however, I was interrupted by the telltale sound of a doorknob being twisted.

Tia's Game by TailWeaver Copyright© 2021 by TailWeaver Chapter 9: Caught The past few days had been a combination of thrilling and disappointing. The boys had indeed followed through, and other than when she did the dishes every other night, Tia was left alone. There was zero risk of any funny business whilst she was naked in her room, and while she agreed with their plan, her arousal and desires were decidedly unquenched. As she headed up to her room as soon as she got home after school she mused ’At least tonight was another date night and she could count on the boys making her feel good more than once. Much more than once’, she thought happily, if their last playtime had been any indication of what might happen in the future. As she sat down at her desk a minute later, she felt that familiar thrill wash over her, even after three days of this. Three days of stripping down to nothing in her room. Three days of doing her homework, sans clothing, with her bedroom door open. Three days of praying for, and fearing, the confrontation that was sure to happen once her mother caught her. She was so keyed up, she could not wait for this evening, for their parents to go out, to get herself tied up and helpless yet again. She had forgotten to get a drink before rushing upstairs, so when Terrence stopped by, just to take a quick look, she asked him to fill her covered tumbler with ice water for her. “Sure ... but it would be funnier if you did it!” Terrence’s face was all innocent and playful, though his eyes darted around as if he knew he was being a bit over the top. “I ... I can’t you know that!” “I know, it would be funny though. Mom would freak out!” “I, er, yeah. Can you please just get me my drink?” Tia tried to ignore her brother’s teasing, though the thought of just going down and shocking everyone was rather intriguing. “Ok ok, I was just teasing!” Terrence said, leaving as quickly as he had popped his head in. Tia had barely gotten into her social studies research when she heard the long-dreaded, although somewhat hoped for, explosion. “Tia, I brought you your drink, I wanted to ... What the hell! Tia!” Her mother had brought her drink upstairs, not her brother. Tia turned, looking at her mother like a scared animal, and tried to keep confident and not quail away in fear. She watched as her mother turned and shut the door and moved inside of her room, standing between Tia’s desk and her bed. “What is going on! Your door was wide open!” Her mother stood glaring at her in alarm, her face turning red as her surprise overwhelmed her. “I know, I know. Um. I was just...” Tia said, faltering as the reality of being caught became clear in her mind. “Just what?”. Her mother’s voice sounded exasperated. Impatient. But surprisingly not angry. “I wanted to try being like those naturist people. I was reading a lot about it online and it sounded” ... Tia was cut off as her mother broke in. “Oh my god, you ... you have no idea, do you?” Her mother shook her head, looking at Tia as she continued to sit passively in her chair. “No, I mean yes I know, I mean I think you don’t. I mean. It’s supposed to be freeing, and natural. And I’ve been so obsessed with how I look all the time. You know, um, up here.” she said, waving her hand in front of her small bust. “They said it helps people to just accept themselves. And I think it’s true!” Tia was getting rather worked up as she played her role, almost convincing herself that this truly was all about being natural. Nudism they called it. “Oh, I know about that, but it’s much more than that. I mean, your brothers!” “It’s not about anything like that, it’s about being natural, being me, no hang-ups. I can show you the links if you want.” Tia continued to explain herself, glad that her mother was still talking, glad that her mother had not thrown a fit and made her get dressed before talking with her. Glad that, so far at least, she appeared to be listening. “You don’t have to give me any links. I know quite well what you are talking about. Nudists, Nudism, Naturists. It’s just, Tia, it’s not something people do on a whim like this!” “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. These places all say it’s family-oriented. Not sex and swingers. And kids go. So what’s the problem?” “It’s just.” Her mother continued to protest, though she seemed at a loss for words. “I swear I love how this feels. Look. I am just not ashamed or hiding or anything anymore. It’s just me.” Tia turned to face her mother more directly, holding her arms out to the side briefly before turning back under her desk. “But your brothers may not be so mature. And your dad may have a heart attack” “I think you’d be surprised. They’ve seen me before and never said anything. Not a word!” Tia said, inwardly rejoicing as the conversation moved from disapproval to worries about the impact if she was naked. “Of course not, they want you to stay like that” “So. I told you. I. Don’t. Mind.” Tia repeated, again turning and facing her mother. She was not flaunting herself, not at all. But she was making a point that she was not ashamed. The fact that she was privately aroused and could not wait to do this all the time was not something her mother needed to know. “I know, I know. It’s just, well, you know things could happen.” Her mother continued to protest, looking at Tia openly, not pulling her gaze away, making it a point to ensure that Tia knew she had seen her. All of her Again Tia protested, this time coming to the defense of her brothers. “You think they’d do something to me without my approval? You think that little of them?” “No no no no, It’s just ... boys are sometimes not very bright.” Her mom’s arguments were starting to make less and less sense, unless she did not trust boys to ever behave, which was kind of sad, Tia thought, though if she knew what games they were already playing, she was sure her mother would not only have kittens, but it would somehow prove her point. “I guess. But I don’t see why that means I can’t do what I want. Their problems make it so I can’t be myself?” “You’re right, that’s not very fair. I ... I will talk to them, and make sure they understand how proper gentlemen behave around a woman, no matter how she is dressed. Or not” “I told you, they never said anything, and I’ve been doing this almost a week now.” Tia continued to make it seem that this was just her new normal. Her mom shook her head, looking her over. “I am not sure this is very wise, and I don’t have time to discuss this any further. I came up to tell you that we were leaving early. Your father is taking me to dinner and a play, but the play is down the coast about an hour. I wanted to make sure you knew what I had left you guys for dinner. The boys will help, but you know you will have to make sure it gets done on time.” “Oh. Well, sure, I mean no problem. I’m sorry if I surprised you it’s just, I dunno, I was tired of pretending. I, I’ve been waiting for you to find me so we could have this discussion.” “You are awful mature for your age in some ways, it’s clear we are both going to have to change how we look at things. For now, I told you I’d talk to the boys and if you could just keep it upstairs, I won’t stop your, um, experimentation.” Her mother moved to the door, still appearing unconvinced, but at least she was willing to let her continue. For now. “I told you, it’s not an experiment! But, I understand. I’ll keep it up here as you said.” Tia felt an odd mix of relief and excitement as her mother left, leaving her door open a fraction. She moved over to the door and opened it wide, proving her willingness to be as open as she claimed. She heard her mother stopping in Terence and Tim’s room, calling out for Thomas to join them. Returning to her studies, she wondered if the three would be able to reassure their mom. It was clear to her that they had been trying hard to behave and not do anything untoward for the last few days, surely they would not blow it now. A bit later her mom stopped in her doorway, looking at Tia as she turned away from her homework. “I’ve got to go get ready now, but I talked to your brothers, and made sure that I would not allow any improper behavior. They swore up and down that they would never say or do anything that would make you uncomfortable, so I told them I’d hold them to that. Now, you have to tell me if they ever do or say anything that makes you feel, you know, bad or embarrassed. You have to trust me. I promise I am only looking out for you.” “Sure, mom. I will, you know, let you know...” Tia was trying to hide her smile. If mom only knew. “Um, you guys have fun okay?” she said, turning back to her homework casually as a cat, as if she was not secretly yearning for them to leave and Thomas to ostensibly be in charge once again. Trying to concentrate on her studies, Tia struggled to think of her mundane task and ignore what she imagined would happen this evening. And what would happen as the days went by and she was nude, more and more often. She was still trying to make sense of her history book’s summary questions when Tim and Thomas came into the room. “They’re gone, in case you didn’t hear.” “Yep, and I’m in charge, as always,” Thomas said, smiling as the two of them stood looking at her. “I know, I know,” she said, adding, “don’t worry, I know the rules. Of course, um, well, they are changing now, right? I mean...” she said, waving a hand at her naked body. ‘Oh yeah, we have new rules, first...” “Wait, um, we should eat and stuff. Mom told me what she had left for us. After we get that done, especially if we eat early like this, we will have extra time for your game. Or whatever” Tia said, her excitement and anticipation bubbling just below the surface. “Yeah, food is good. Then we won’t have to untie you or anything” Tim said, looking at her with a suggestive gleam in his eye. Tia got up and went to her dresser, grabbing her usual t-shirt and shorts she wore after school. “You won’t need those. Not tonight.” “But mom said, um, just upstairs.” “Yeah, but she also said I’m in charge. Even though it’s not after dinner and our game time, the rules start now. And that’s the first rule. No clothes until, mmm, until you come downstairs tomorrow!” Thomas looked at Tim for approval before nodding at her as she put her clothes back on top of her dresser. Walking down to the kitchen, accompanied by two of her three brothers, Tia felt a little daring, a little ‘something’. Sure, they had tied her up and had her naked before, on the chair or bench, but this was different, much more casual, much more as if it was normal to be naked walking across the carpet or into the kitchen. Maybe it was going to be her new normal, she thought, her skin tingling a little as her feet hit the cool tile floor in the kitchen. Opening the fridge, Tia got out the food that their mom had gotten ready, setting the pasta on the counter as she got the prepared salad out as well. The cool air of the fridge wafted over her, and her already hard nipples crinkled even more as the cold hit them. She turned to ask her brothers for help heating the pasta, but they had already disappeared. Deciding to slow warm the food in the oven rather than nuke it and make the pasta rubbery, she set the oven temperature and dished up, and prepared the salads for later. While waiting for the oven to preheat, she went upstairs and grabbed her phone, returning to the kitchen and leaning against the counter as she checked messages and surfed the net for a bit. The sound of the oven-ready beep made her put down the phone and grab the pasta casserole dish. Bent over, carefully putting the food on the hot oven rack, she heard a happy voice behind her. “Now that is how I like my food cooked!” Standing up and turning around to see Thomas grinning at her, she felt a renewed dampness between her thighs as her body reacted to the knowledge she had been giving him a show. Flustered, she set the timer and made sure everything else was ready before attempting to leave the kitchen. Forestalled by Thomas’s raised hand, she moved in front of him at his unspoken beckon, his hand encouraging her closer. Standing in front of him she could feel his eyes on her and her arousal, poked into life by her bent overexposure, flamed higher. He turned his hand on edge and wiggled his fingers, waving his hand from side to side and she realized after a moment what he wanted. Silently obeying, she flushed again as she obediently parted her legs, moving her feet about two feet apart. She watched his hand slowly move downward. Slowly ever so slowly moving in between her legs, until with a gasp, she felt his hand side easily up one of her inner thighs, tingles of pleasure emanating from every inch of skin he touched. When the side of his hand pressed up against her damp slit, she bit her lip, her face flushed and eyes lidded with arousal as she stood there, letting him play with her like some sort of doll. “Hey! I thought the game was not until after dinner!” Terrence’s bright voice interrupted Tia’s enjoyment of her brother’s hand, though she continued to stand compliantly in front of Thomas, feeling his hand slide back and forth against her increasingly damp labia. “I couldn’t wait. Besides, I wanted to see if Tim was right.” “Right about what?” Tim came in, joining his brothers as they gathered around their naked sister. “You know. Um, that she is probably enjoying this all the time, not just, you know, when tied up for the game.” “Ah, and is she?” “What do you think?” Thomas said as his hand slid back and forth a couple of times while everyone watched before turning his hand and sliding a finger up and down her slit a couple of times. As he teased her opening, Tia could not stop wriggling a little, the pleasure was quite intense. Flushed, she pushed back eagerly at his touch, making it clear to everyone that she was, indeed, enjoying this. “God I can’t believe she lets us do this” Thomas said to Tim, all the while he continued to finger Tia’s increasingly aroused cunt. For her part, Tia was a little conflicted. It felt amazing, and the way her skin tingled and her body reacted was so intense, so wonderful, she wanted to feel like this all the time. She began to see why people made so much of a deal about sex and how fun it was. As she stood there, her knees wobbling a little as her body began to feel even more powerful waves of pleasure hitting her, she did wonder briefly if she was going too far. She had started all of this as a way to see how things might be like without being too risky. She could not tell her friends, or at least she hadn’t dared tell anyone except Katie. And things had definitely gotten different with her. She could not imagine what it would be like if anyone else knew, it had been scary enough telling Katie. She had started with her brothers, in the safety of her home, and as things had progressed, she was both enjoying it a lot more and beginning to worry if she was maybe going too far. For now, though, she was going to just enjoy it. As she dropped her gaze for a moment, it was clear her brothers were enjoying it as well, though Terrence moved to hide his physical reaction when he saw her glance across his waist. She still was not completely sure what she thought about them getting erections. She knew enough from health class, and comments at school, that boys sometimes had little to no control over their dicks even in normal situations. And this was not a normal situation at all, she thought, gasping as Thomas’s finger slid a little deeper, curling a bit and rubbing that spot just inside that she was coming to really like being touched. “Well, hurry up and come to our room, we gotta finalize our plan for tonight,” Tim said, nodding at Thomas and Tia before turning to go upstairs, Terrence following behind him. She could hear Terrence’s voice piping up as they went upstairs, though she could not quite make out what he was saying. Thomas continued to play with her for a few more moments before slowly pulling his fingers out of her, holding them up to look at them before reaching back down and wiping them off on her left buttock. “I better go make sure they don’t plan something dumb,” he said by way of explanation, leaving her to stand there aroused and unsatisfied. This was all part of her new game though, she thought, the tingling in her body and excitement still coursing through her body. Getting ‘worked up’ was something she looked forward to, that was for sure, and knowing that they were going to continue later was all she needed to be okay with the tease. Chapter 10: Another Game Night Their early dinner was marked by more than a few comments about her naked body, though nothing untoward happened while they ate. Just a lot of looks, and secret glances between the three boys. They were up to something, she was sure of it, and that just made the anticipation better. She had calmed down from earlier, but her body was still primed for something more, and as she tried to imagine what they’d do after dinner, she could feel a pleasant warmth just waiting inside of her. “Ok. Time for the games.” Thomas said as if everyone was not already on pins and needles. “Tim and I have dishes, so while we do that, you need to go get dressed for the start of your interrogation.” Tim chimed in, explaining “Terrence decided that what he likes the most is taking your things off as he searches, and since he goes first, we figured why not. But don’t worry, you will be nice and naked the rest of the night. All night.” He and Thomas looked at each other briefly before standing up and gathering the plates. A few minutes later, Tia walked into the main living room where they had played the last few times and noted that the bench was again placed prominently between the couches and the television, a pile of ropes curled on one end. Terrence was sitting on one couch, watching something, though he paused when she came in. She had gotten dressed as if she was going to school, down to shoes and socks, as well as a full set of underwear. She had one of her favorite boy band cotton tee shirts on, and the skinny leg jeans she thought she looked the best in. She had debated about wearing a skirt, or some sort of combination with her sleep shirt, but the more she thought about being searched and stripped, the more she wanted to be wearing something normal, something every day. Just thinking about it, looking at Terrence, she began to get all worked up again. “They should be done in a minute or so,” Terrence said, sitting nervous and quiet as she sat down near him and tried to not overthink things. She was going to let them search every inch of her body, stripping her completely, and likely making her cum in front of them. And it was all secretly her idea. The anticipation was working its way within her, and she felt quite on edge, quite eager to get started. She looked up to see the other two come into the room, Thomas exclaiming “Good, good, you got things ready while we did the dishes. Good job. Now we don’t have to wait!” Her other two brothers settled into the couch directly in front of the bench and TV, and Thomas motioned at Terrence. “It’s Terrance’s turn to go first, as you know, so why don’t you guys stand up.” He paused as Tia moved to stand near the head of the bench facing the couch obliquely. “Ms.Tia, so glad you have been so stupid as to be captured again. We know you are smuggling state secrets out to sell to the highest bidder, don’t try to deny it. Sergeant, search the prisoner. Make sure you search everywhere. That microdot could be anywhere!” “You know and we know that we don’t need to pretend with a game like this but Terrence likes this part so we said sure.” Tia shook her head at the mock story, though it didn’t matter much. It’s not like they had to come up with a new reason for searching, and stripping her. And judging by the ropes and bench - much more afterward. She was tingling on edge as she stood there, waiting for her little brother, and as he reached over to run his hands up and down her sides, she felt tiny goosebumps run all up and down her spine. The others were silent but watchful as Terrence ran his hands up and down a few times before moving them onto her front and sliding upwards from her stomach, boldly sliding over her breasts and holding them for a second before continuing. He was a lot less tentative than the last time, and she was not surprised when he returned lower and lifted the hem of her tee-shirt, slowly raising it until she had to lift her arms while he worked it up and over her head. “Oh that looks good, we should use her clothes to tie her up some time,” Tim said from his spot on the couch, and she flushed as she struggled to pull her arms free, her nipples achingly hard inside the cups of her pale blue bra. Terrence tossed her shirt onto the bench before returning his hands to her body, touching and stroking every inch of her exposed skin. He teased at her belly button, making her giggle a little before reaching up and playing with her bra, sliding a finger under the edge of each cup, over and over, moving deeper with each stroke until he was flicking each nipple in turn. Looking down, she could see he was aroused as well, and not bothering to hide it at the moment as he was otherwise occupied. She did not want him to be bothered by her gaze, so she only noticed it in passing, though she continued to look over at her other brothers, idly curious, as Terrence made her body ache while he ‘searched’. Satisfied with her nipples, for now, Terrence reached down and began to run his hands all over her jeans-clad bottom, not shying away from rubbing across the front closure as well as firmly grasping her curved bottom. She swayed a little as he grabbed her, ‘searching’, and when he sat down on the edge of the bench and began to undo the snap to her jeans, she felt an answering rush of excitement well up from her sex. She was so aroused now, it was almost painful, and when his knuckles brushed against her panties as he worked, she could not stop herself from moaning a little, her excitement clear to everyone. “That’s it Sergeant, search everywhere” she heard Thomas say, and glancing over she could see quite clearly that he was as excited as Terrence was. He was not even trying to hide it while he watched her and their youngest brother. “Yes Captain, I will. I am” Terrence replied, pulling the opening of her jeans wide and reaching to the sides to work it down off of her hips. The jeans were tight, and he had to work to loosen them, every touch sending more and more tendrils of energy up and down her legs. Finally free of her hips, he pushed the jeans lower, leaving her pastel panties in place, pushing until they were stretched across her knees. With a suddenness that showed just how eager he was, she felt his hand slid between her legs, the small gap allowed by her jeans giving his hand plenty of room to slide upwards. “God, she’s, um. Wet!” Terrence said as his hand came into contact with the overly damp gusset of her panties, his hand pressing up against her firmly. His hand wiggled side to side, pressing the soaked fabric against her sex, and she reached down to hold onto his shoulder as she felt her knees get a little wobbly. “Yes, yes, all the best spies try to distract us from searching” she heard Tim say, and she looked at him with a surprised face. It wasn’t as if she was trying to distract anyone! As Terrence’s hand moved against her again briefly, before moving to grasp her bottom along with his other hand, she felt herself getting into the game completely. She wanted them to search her, very carefully now, and make those lovely feelings come back as well. Standing as steady as she could, her legs trapped by her jeans and her knees admittedly a little weak, she felt Terrence push her panties down in the back, over her bottom, still leaving them in place in front. His hands were searching her skin, inch by inch, and she felt her body responding to every touch. He pulled back and pushed his hands up to her bra again, cupping each of her breasts as he squeezed them, feeling her nipples beneath his palms, each of them covered, but not hidden by the fabric of the cups of her bra. Terrence dropped his hands back down and began to work her jeans even lower, though they were tight enough that he did not get very far. Stymied, he pulled back looking at her and then at her other brothers. “You’re gonna have to get her shoes off first,” Tim said. Turning to look at him she could see that Tim and Thomas continued to watch their every move, especially as Terrence stood up, leaving her standing half-dressed and exposed before turning her away from the bench. Her bare bottom was pointed at the two older brothers as Terrence pushed back slightly. “Sit!” He said surprisingly confident, and she felt the cool faux leather fabric off the bench beneath her bare bottom as he helped her sit down. Terrence knelt in front of her and slid one tennis shoe off and then the other. Leaving her white footie socks in place, he looked up over her knees as she sat half-bent on the bench. Grabbing the end of the pants leg, he pulled one down over her foot a bit of the way before repeating the motion on the other leg. Back and forth he went a couple of times until he was able to pull her jeans off and away from her feet, tossing them to the side of the bench. Ignoring the fact that he was just tossing her clothes here and there, Tia watched as Terrence took one foot and placed it to the side, parting her legs and looking up at her damp panties. After taking a long look at her, he held out his hand “Upsy Daisy” he said, taking and pulling on her hand once she offered. As she stood up, her ‘barely still on her hips’ panties rushed forward and almost hit him on the nose before he backed up just a little bit. His hands returned to their inspection of her body, and she felt them run all up and down her legs, sliding along the back of her thighs and up over her exposed bottom. He repeated that a few times, making her more than a little weak in the knees before he switched to stroking the sides of her legs and hips once. Reaching up he pulled down on the waistband of her panties, stopping after only a few inches. “God, she’s. I mean, she’s really wet!” “Fuck, she’s facing away, I can’t see” she heard Tim say before he quickly moved to stand next to Terrence’s still kneeling body. “Oh god, I see!” he added, the two of them staring at her sex. She knew she was aroused, but it wasn’t like they had never seen her before. Curious, she looked down, not sure what they were looking at. All she could see were her very damp panties. And a long slick of some wetness stringing from her body to the fabric. ’ Oh. That. She really was wet,’ she figured, entranced with her arousal. These games did such a number on her, it was not surprising she was getting wetter and more wound up each week. “Fuck!” Thomas had joined them, watching as Terrence slowly lowered her panties the rest of the way, the completely soaked fabric apparent when he took them off her feet and rubbed them across her stomach. Terrence added her damp panties to the discarded jeans on the floor and returned his hands to her bare bottom. The other two boys went and sat back down, but not before it was clear they were both quite affected by the sight. Thomas was even casually adjusting himself as if having a boner in front of the others was no big deal. Perhaps it wasn’t. Boys were weird, she thought briefly before ignoring the other two and concentrating on Terrence’s touch. Her little brother’s hands were molding and cupping her curved bottom, his fingers sliding along the crease between them. She felt both inspected and caressed, his actions both impersonal and quite personal. Gasping, she felt his fingertip graze across her butthole on one of his deeper grabs, and she looked down at him in alarm. He seemed to be oblivious to what he had done, and simply stood up and once again pushed his hands up her stomach, grasping her aching breasts before turning her around so he could undo her strap. As the last of her clothing, other than her socks, was removed, she felt the cool air on her already hard nipples, and she felt as if she was on the edge of something. Tingling energy was coursing through her, and as Terrence again turned her so her naked front was facing the bench, and her other brothers, she felt him slowly caress each of her breasts for quite some time. Her nipples were achingly hard, and every time his palm grazed across them, she felt a jolt shoot down to her aroused center. “Nothing here sirs, permission to complete the search?” Terrence said, slowly playing with each of her nipples, rubbing them and twisting them slightly. Tia closed her eyes, the feelings washing over her making her long for more. “Proceed, proceed Sergeant” she heard Thomas say, and as his hands left her breasts, she could feel them course their way down her body until one hand passed boldly over her wetness. ‘Oh god,’ she thought, breathing hard, her body reacting immediately to the direct touch. She felt herself gushing, and as soon as his finger slipped between her lips, she felt her knees go a little weak and she moaned aloud. “She’s trying to hide something, I just know it,” Tim said, teasing, his voice coming from his spot on the couch. Tia opened her eyes, peeking out, seeing them all staring at her while Terrence slowly stroked her pussy, his finger sliding in and out of her slit. She gasped again when he slid the tip inside of her, probing, then sliding upwards, wet and slick, to push against her clit. “Oh, god ... oh!” she said, her legs quaking and giving out, falling against him and pushing him back onto the bench, his hands going around her to hold her up, his damp fingers clutching at her hip. “Hey! Careful! I think that’s good for now” Tim exclaimed, jumping up and helping the two to get situated, Tia sitting on the end of the bench as Terrence got out of the way. “Yes. Very thorough search Sergeant you may sit down now” Tim and Thomas had the rope in their hands as they moved to either end of the bench. “Ok. Lay back. Hands up. You know the drill. Don’t pretend you don’t want to.” Tim’s voice sounded confident as if he was sure she would obey. Without much thought about it, Tia obediently lay back and put her arms over her head, her earlier near orgasm making her eager for more. And it was always so good once they tied her up. Especially after the last time. When they teased her about not needing the game anymore. She must have cum three or four times that night. All while bound to the bench. Firm, steady hands took her hands and feet, one after another, and wrapped loops of rope around them. As Tim worked on her arms, pulling each one back quite firmly before tying off the end, she could feel herself starting to slide up on the bench. Thomas’s capture of her foot, and then the additional wrap around her lower leg, just below the knee, kept her in place once it was all secure on one side. She tested her bonds, not feeling much give as they repeated their actions on her other side, soon leaving her once again stretched long and bound firmly at the wrist, ankle, and knee to the padded bench. “So obedient. Or should I say? Eager?” It was Tim speaking now, and he moved to kneel at her side, his hand running up and down the length of her stretched chest. He ran over the bumps of her ribcage, over her nearly invisible (due to how stretched her arms were) breasts, up to her neck and back down. Over and over, like he was stroking the back of a horse rather than the naked torso of his sister. “I must admit, watching that was more than a little exciting, but not just for us, I think,” he said, his hand dipping down to feel her well-lubricated sex. “This is indeed quite wet. And has been since we started I think. Your panties were soaked, weren’t they?” He said, his finger tracing the lines of her sex slowly, up and down. “I said they were soaked, weren’t they?” “Yes...” Tia said, realizing he had expected an answer. “I told them you liked this, but I’m still not sure how much they believe me. In fact, I wonder if they realize just who started this whole thing.” Tia froze for a moment, worried that he was going to expose her secrets to them all. His hand never stopped moving though, and even though he did not say anything for a long time, his fingers continued to slowly tease at her opening, eventually dipping inside after teasing for another minute. As he began to finger her more fully, his finger soon joined by another, she relaxed again and began to rotate her hips slightly against his touch, limited by the bindings at her knees. It was feeling good, really good, and Tia knew that she was going to cum soon. Just like the last time they had tied her up. All the other teasing times in between, doing dishes, or brief stoppages in her room had all just worked her up. Tonight she was going to get to explode again, more than once, she assumed, and she was so ready for it. She did not care anymore that they would see. They had seen it before and had not called her names or anything. It was clear they enjoyed this as much as she did. Gasping she felt herself getting closer and closer, groaning out her need when Tim abruptly stopped. “You want to cum, don’t you. You want me to keep touching you and make you cum in front of us like a horny little girl, don’t you? Don’t you?” he repeated, thumbing her clit briefly. “Yes, yes,” she said, blushing through her arousal and closing her eyes. His words oddly echoing those of Katie’s the week before. Not the same. But similar. “Oh fuck, I’ll be right back” she heard Terrence say, and she looked up to see him leaving the room. “Wait. Terrence. Come back here.” “But.” “I know, but trust me.” “I don’t ... ok, ok,” Terrence said as if he was scared of Tim or something. He came back to the naked tableau and stood at the end of the bench when Tim pointed. “See what you do to us? But you knew that too, didn’t you?” Tim’s fingers moved slightly inside of her, probing her to answer “Yes” “Yes, what, what do you know?” His fingers prodded again as if he was making her answer by stroking her vagina. “That, um, you guys get boners.” “Like his?” “Yes.” “So you know what he’s going to go do, then, don’t you?” “Yes. Ugh. Yes, please ... stop ... teasing” she said, begging. She glanced at Terrence’s obvious erection, and then at Tim’s before looking back at his face. “Ok, since you asked so nicely,” Tim said, smiling as he began to work his fingers in and out of her again, returning to that pace that had been working so well. His thumb rested to the side of her slick clit, and from time to time he pressed down and moved it from one side to the other, making her groan each time her clit was thrummed. She vaguely noticed that Terrence did leave, though Thomas remained quite engrossed with the show Tim was putting on with her body. She looked over at Thomas watching them and realized the look in his eyes was part of what was making her so aroused. Being watched while being so wicked was definitely a part of it all. She felt herself getting closer and closer, her hips rising off of the bench to meet her brother’s probing fingers. Gasping now, she stopped trying to hide her reactions and began to whimper and call out, begging him to make her cum. ‘Yes, mmmm, god, please ... please” she cried, perspiration dampening the back of her neck as she rode his fingers. Over and over she pulled against her bindings, and the exquisite sensation of not being able to touch herself, of not being able to stop what he was doing finally sent her over the top. She closed her eyes and shuddered out her long orgasm, her cunt feeling like it was opening up and swallowing his fingers whole as she bucked against him over and over until she felt a final release and collapsed back down on the bench. Tia realized some time had passed when she looked around after she felt a little calmed down, noting that only Thomas remained, still sitting on the couch, his hand covering the bulge in his pants as if he had been touching himself. “Don’t worry, they will be back, in fact, I’m surprised Terrence isn’t back yet, you must have inspired him,” Thomas said when he saw her looking, slowly taking his hand away from his lap nonchalantly, letting his obvious erection become visible as it pressed against his jeans. His voice was harsher than Terrence’s, and not near as knowing and confident as Tim’s, but it was clear he was acting as if this was all no big deal and he was still in charge. He got up from his spot on the couch, standing next to her head for a moment as if he was showing off his boner. And perhaps he was, she thought as she looked at him steadily before pulling weakly against her bonds. “My turn,” he said, as he knelt and began to play with her stretched-out body, taking a long time to simply touch her breasts, her ribcage, the nape of her neck. His hands were everywhere, stroking, zeroing in on her breasts and nipples until she felt him holding and twisting each of them steadily, over and over. Even though she had just cum, Tia felt a series of answering tingles deep inside of her, and she could not stop herself from twitching slightly on the bench. “You want more, don’t you. Like last time. Don’t worry, I will make you cum again. You want that, don’t you?” He said, playing with her nipples but not sounding like he wanted her to answer. Not like Tim had. He kept playing with her breasts, and nipples, molding them and pressing them together (not that she had all that much to push together) for quite a while before moving down her body a bit. She felt him part the curls above her pussy as he explored her soft skin, and when he brushed against her aroused clit she could not stop herself from gasping aloud. “You really are eager for this, aren’t you?” he again asked rather rhetorically as his fingers traced her damp swollen lips. “Mmmm” was all she said as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the delicious feelings yet again. She was sure she was dripping all over herself, and she felt embarrassed for a moment, hoping she was not making a mess on the bench. She could not stop things right now, but later she was going to make sure they were not leaving any traces of their game. Pressing up as much as she could, she groaned again when Thomas finally began to slide two fingers inside of her. As he began to fuck her with his fingers, she felt her arousal building all over again, and she was riding the wave of pleasure when the other two brothers returned. “Going again already? “ Tim teased as he sat down and started checking out the menu on the television. Terrence simply sat down and watched her, the signs of his earlier arousal gone. Tia knew what he, and Tim most likely, had been doing, and thinking about that was a little weird, she thought. Although, to be honest, her own actions were a little weird too, she realized, pressing eagerly against Thomas’s hand as her horny brain overrode any thoughts of shame or embarrassment. This was everything she had imagined, and she only wished her parents would go out more often - though that might make it less special, she thought, gasping as his fingers sped up considerably. “Look at that” Thomas said, his fingers rapidly fucking her now, her hips straining to hold still and take his digital thrusts. Gasping she felt herself rapidly peaking again, and as her brain overloaded with sensation, she wailed aloud, her orgasm hitting her harder than the last one. It felt different, deeper somehow, and she knew she was flooding her sex as she cried out her pleasure.

The Shower Room byTheHiddenPen© "Alice, I suppose I don't need to explain to you why I have asked you in here," I said despairingly. Alice looked worried about what was coming. Normally when she came in to my office she was smiling, enthusiastic, delighted to tell me about how she was getting on or to receive praise from me for her latest work. Alice was one of our brightest and best employees, our first graduate trainee. At 22, she was our youngest employee, and also our first female employee. An attractive blonde, she received a lot of attention from the six guys who worked for the firm, and didn't seem to mind. I had been a bit concerned before she came to work at the firm, how she would fit in with an all male team, but she got on fine with everyone, and the fact that she had a boyfriend meant there was no danger of any work-based relationship starting up.  However, this was the third time over the past couple of months that I had had to invite her into my office over a slightly awkward situation. As three of the guys cycled to work, the previous year we had had a shower room installed, so that they could shower and get changed when they arrived at work. As Alice didn't cycle to work, this hadn't posed a problem when she originally started at the firm. However, a couple of months ago she had been to the gym before work, then got a call about an urgent meeting, and had to hurry back without having time to shower at the gym. Later on that day she'd asked me if it would be OK for her to use the shower room at work; as all our cyclists had already showered for the day, I said it was fine. After that, she had started using our shower room quite regularly, enjoying the privacy of that room over the communal showers at the gym. The room had a couple of open showers in it, and no lock on the door, as there had been no privacy issue when it was built and was only being used by guys. Now that Alice was using it too, we'd implemented a system where anyone wanting to use the room had to knock before entering. Unfortunately this morning, for the third time, Alice had managed to walk in on one of the guys showering. She had already walked in on Derek, about six weeks ago, and on Rob about a month ago. And this morning it had been Chris who had been in my office complaining that she had got an eyeful of his naked body.  The first time, she admitted to me slightly red faced that she had totally forgotten to knock; she usually went in a bit later than the guys, so had got used to the room being empty. The second, she swore that she had knocked, though Rob insisted that she had not. After Alice walked in on Rob, I installed a lock on the door, which had solved the problem up until now. However, my handiwork had been a bit shoddy, and the lock had started to stick. Therefore the previous day I had removed the lock, and called a professional, who was due to come over the next few days. I'd told Alice and the guys what I'd done, and reminded them that they should knock before they entered. "I'm really, really sorry," Alice said. "I just totally forgot that the lock wasn't working. I just pushed the door like normal, it was unlocked, so I walked in." "Alice, I did tell you yesterday," I said, not wanting to upset her, but keen to convey the seriousness of the situation. "I know, I know, I just wasn't thinking," she replied. "Listen, Alice, I don't want this to become a big problem, because you've done a great job here," I said. "But Chris was really upset this morning. I tried to calm him down, but he knows that you walked in on Derek and Rob as well, and he feels like you don't take it very seriously. He even said he thinks you might do it deliberately." Alice looked genuinely shocked. "I walked in on him on purpose?!" she exclaimed. "I've got a boyfriend! I don't want to see Chris naked!" When Alice had walked in on Derek and Rob, I'd never thought for a second that it was deliberate. Both were much older than her, and hardly had film star good looks. But Chris was in his late 20s, and had even done a bit of modelling work in his spare time. Whilst I could see that the experience of walking in on overweight fifty-something Derek might have been as unpleasant an experience for Alice as it was for Derek, I wasn't sure that she would be all that upset at this morning's error. Besides... "Chris says..." I wondered how to put it tactfully. "That you looked at his... penis." Now Alice went bright red. "I... well..." I raised my eyebrows. Perhaps I was right. "It was just... an instinctive reaction... you know..." she stuttered. "Just automatic - I didn't... want to see it!" "Just to be clear, Alice," I said, starting to enjoy this a little bit now. "You admit that you looked at Chris' genitals?" "Yes, but..." "Yes or no?" "Yes," she conceded. "Alice, I have to tell you that Chris has made an official complaint about you," I continued. "I'm... what does that mean?" she asked. "I have to start our formal disciplinary procedures," I said. "Will I... be fired?" "I don't know," I conceded. "I really should have already passed the complaint to the CEO. It's his decision." *** Later on that day, Alice was back in my office. "Alec... if... is there any way I can stop this complaint going to the CEO?" she asked. "No, I'm sorry," I said. "I really don't want to have to pass it on, but Chris is insisting." "What if... what if Chris withdrew the complaint?" she asked. "Well, if he withdrew the complaint then yes, there wouldn't be a complaint to refer to the CEO, I suppose," I said. "But I've already tried to talk him out of it. He won't budge." "I've been thinking," Alice said. "I didn't do it deliberately, but I admit I looked at his... private parts. Maybe if I showed him my private parts we'd be even?" I was taken aback by this suggestion. I hadn't expected her to try to resolve the issue like this. "You're suggesting that you would take your clothes off for Chris if he withdrew his complaint?" "Yes," she responded. "I don't really want him to see me naked, but it's better than me being sacked, and I guess I deserve it after what I did." "OK, so do you want to talk to him about it?" "Um... could you?" she asked. "He's been refusing to talk to me all day, and I feel awkward enough about this as it is." I thought about it for a second. "OK, so what exactly are you suggesting I offer him?" I asked. "I'll let him walk in on me on the shower. And he can, you know, look wherever he wants." She looked down, avoiding eye contact, blushing slightly. I had to fight hard to avoid moving my eyes down her body myself, imagining what was on offer to lucky Chris. "OK, I'll speak to him," I offered. *** Chris had asked to think about the offer overnight; this had initially surprised me - after all, what straight guy would turn down the opportunity to see a beautiful girl like Alice in the buff? But when he came in the next morning, it was clear that he had wanted time to plan out exactly how Alice was going to repay him for her careless error. "OK, so I will drop my complaint against Alice, on the following conditions," he started. "She has to take a shower in front on me, Derek and Rob. She has to undress in front of us, then once she's naked she has to take a full shower, at least 5 - 10 minutes, during which she can't cover anything up. After the shower she has to let each of us spank her butt, then finally she has to show us all her pussy." Wow, Chris had really given this some thought. I wasn't sure whether Alice would agree to put on a show for all three guys - it was one thing letting the hunky 20 something guy whose cock she had taken an interest in see her naked, but letting all three of them watch, let them spank her, having to spread her legs for them - I really wasn't sure that it was worth that to avoid a complaint. Still, I called Alice in and put the proposal to her. Her expression became increasingly surprised as I outlined the details of her proposed penalty. By the end of my description her face had gone that familiar shade of red that I had seen a lot over the past few days. "I'd... I'd have to check with my boyfriend," she said finally. "Fine," I said, surprised she was even contemplating it. "But I'll need to know by tomorrow." "OK," she nodded. *** "I spoke to Pete last night," Alice started. "And?" I asked, after a short gap during which she didn't seem keen to continue. "Well, I had to, you know, admit that I'd looked at Chris' cock," she continued. I couldn't believe I'd just heard Alice use the word "cock". Falling from the lips of this attractive girl, in her rather well-spoken accent, in a conversation with her boss, it sounded odd. But I suppose no odder than the conversation itself. "And he wasn't happy. So he agreed that I should be punished." I could feel myself starting to get an erection. Was she seriously going to offer to comply with Chris' request? I was so jealous of Chris, Derek and Rob. "He agrees that I should take a shower in front of them, and that I should show them my pussy. The idea seemed to turn him on a bit, actually," she conceded. "His only condition was that he wants to watch too," she finished. *** On Chris' request, I scheduled the "showering", as it became known, for the end of the following week. The delay built up the tension around the office, with Alice spending the entire week knowing that by the end of it, the guys would have seen her most intimate parts, and all three of the lucky guys knowing that Friday was going to be their best ever day at work. Within a few days, the news of the big event on Friday had spread round the office, and suddenly it seemed that all of the guys were keen to use the showers, hoping that they would also be the "victim" of Alice walking in on them, and therefore earn themselves an invite to Friday's showering. There was general disappointment when the guy came to fix the lock on Tuesday, and I reminded everyone that if they didn't use the lock, it was their fault if someone walked in on them. Nevertheless, Alice seemed to err on the side of caution, and went back to using the shower at the gym. I had never seen the guys in so early, come Friday morning. It was as if they had all panicked that some major disaster would befall the city that morning, closing off all transport links and forcing them to miss the thing that they had looked forward to all week. Alice was in at half eight as usual. She looked like she had taken particular care of her appearance this morning, her makeup still subtle but perhaps a little heavier than usual, her hair carefully pulled into a ponytail. She had chosen to dress more formally than usual, wearing a skirt suit that she usually reserved for meetings, as if perhaps the professionalism of her dress somehow off-set the rather less professional nature of what was to come. Nobody seemed keen to do any work that morning, with constant glances at the clock, waiting for the appointed 10am. At half nine I went down to the shower room to check it out. For once, the guys had left it neat and tidy. I took in the room, imagining Alice under one of the showers. The showers were open, just shower heads suspended from the walls, nothing at all to protect Alice's modesty. At quarter to ten, a guy arrived at the front desk identifying himself as Pete. Alice's boyfriend. I went to meet him. He wasn't what I had expected; he wasn't exactly ugly, but he was certainly punching above his weight dating a girl like Alice. I wondered what Chris would think when he saw Pete - Chris had recently split up with his girlfriend - would he decide he was well placed to challenge Pete for Alice's heart - and, well, body? Pete seemed if anything excited about what was about to happen. I suppose that he was looking forward to showing his girlfriend off, having the guys jealously watch her shower, knowing that it was him that she ended up in bed with at the end of the day. If I was lucky enough to have a girlfriend like Alice, I think I'd feel the same. Pete and I sat in my office as we waited for the appointed time, and I tried to make appropriate smalltalk. "How does Alice feel about this?" I asked. "She's really nervous; she's never done anything like this before," Pete explained. "I'm her first boyfriend - we met at school, so nobody other than me has ever seen her naked." Wow, I wasn't surprised that Alice was nervous. "She made me wait years before I ever got to see anything," Pete continued, smiling at the memory. "She surprised me on my eighteenth birthday by wrapping herself up in wrapping paper, and letting me unwrap her like a present." Both of us sat there is silence for a moment, him clearly recalling what was obviously one of the best moments of his life, me doing my best to imagine it. "Do you think she'll go through with it?" I asked. Pete thought for a few seconds. "Yeah, she will. She genuinely wants to sort things out with the guys here; she's a lovely girl and she feels really bad about what's happened. She doesn't really want to show everything off to them, but if that's what it takes to show them she's sorry and make things OK." "Plus," he continued, "she loves this job, and if showing her lady parts is what it takes to keep it, that's what she'll do." I wasn't sure that was the whole answer. I'd seen the way Alice talked about Pete. He was the love of her life. If he'd decided he wanted to keep her lady parts to herself, there was no way she'd be showing them off today. Yes she might feel that she deserved some embarrassment as a punishment for her errant knocking, and she might be keen on keeping the job, but surely a large part of this was about putting a smile on Pete's face too. "The thing she'd most nervous about is the spanking," Pete concluded. "She's never been spanked before - it's not something I'm into, so it's not something we've tried. I don't mind her being spanked to embarrass her, but I don't want her hurt." "That's fine," I said, agreeing whole heartedly with the sentiment. This was about giving the guys an eyeful, and a bit about embarrassing Alice, but her crime, such as it was, only merited that, nothing more. Pete asked if he could have a chat with Alice before things started, and I went to speak to the guys. I told them to enjoy the show, but to remember that Alice was a colleague, and they were still going to have to work with her after this, so not to push things any further than Alice had agreed, and to keep the spanking friendly. I reminded them that Alice had only walked in on them by mistake, and she didn't have to agree to repay them like this, and I hoped that once this was done with they would all feel like Alice had fairly repaid them for the embarrassment she had caused. At 10am the six of us - Chris, Derek and Rob, Alice and Pete, and me, walked down to the shower room, the other guys looking on enviously. Not a word was spoken on the way down the corridor. Alice looked nervous and Pete put his arm around her to reassure her. As we got to the door, I turned to leave them. "Alec?" Alice asked, not looking directly at me. "Yes?" I asked. "Pete and I have been talking and... we... if you want... you can come in too?" she said. "Are you sure?" I asked, immediately mentally kicking myself for even questioning the offer. "Yeah... I mean, you've organised all this, so... it would seem a bit unfair, if, you know..." I wondered whether it was Alice or Pete who had come up with the idea of letting me watch, but didn't want to question any further. "Um, yeah, OK, thanks," I said. We all walked into the shower room. The two shower heads hung from the wall directly ahead. There wasn't much else in the room except for a rack and a couple of hangers for clothes to be left on. The room wasn't really designed for six people, but fortunately we all fitted in OK. Once the door was closed and locked, I stood against the door, three other guys against the wall, and Pete a little further into the room, against the side wall. Alice placed the crisp white towel that she had carried down with her on the towel rack, and then placed the little shower bag she had been carrying on top of it on the shelf next to one of the shower heads. She then stood facing us, seemingly wondering what to do next. I decided perhaps I needed to say something. "OK, Alice, get yourself undressed then get in the shower like you normally would. Just make sure you're facing us at all times, and you keep your hands out of the way of your bits." I couldn't believe I was issuing that kind of instruction to one of my employees, but I tried to make it sound as professional as possible. I looked over at Pete, whose eyes were fixed firmly on Alice. I guessed that no matter how many times he had seen her naked, watching her undress was still a treat. Alice closed her eyes and started to shed her jacket. "Alice, keep your eyes open and on us," I instructed, without even thinking about it. "Remember who you are undressing in front of." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pete shoot me a look, but it didn't seem to be disapproving. I supposed he was getting turned on by seeing his girlfriend's boss issue orders to her like this. Alice opened her eyes and focussed them directly on mine, almost demanding that I hold her gaze and not look down at her body. Her suit jacket was soon shed, and she made a big job of hanging it on the hanger, delaying the inevitable. She seemed to pause for a second to decide what to remove next, then bent down to remove her high heels. Remembering my instructions, she kept her eyes focussed on the guys, shifting her gaze from Chris to Derek to Rob. As she neatly placed her discarded shoes by the wall, I took a second to glance sideways at the guys. All of them - Chris, who had dreamed up this event, Derek, who was old enough to be her father, and Rob, who from the stories I had heard had bedded a fair few women in his time, were focussed directly on Alice, clearly enjoying even this early stage of the show. Now it was time for us to see a bit more, as Alice nervously started to unbutton her blouse. As she got about half way down we got our first glimpse of her white bra, which seemed pretty plain; a businesslike bra to go with her business suit. I wondered how much time she'd spent this morning on choosing her underwear, knowing that for the first time she was going to be revealing it to her colleagues. I looked up to see her eyes focussed on mine, watching me watching her. The expression on her face now was determined, the same expression I had seen many times before, when she was given a difficult task, but was determined to complete it to the best of her ability. As she shrugged off her blouse, only the thin floral patterned fabric of her bra stood between her breasts and the gaze of us five guys. Her blouse joined her other discarded clothes, but Alice kept her body facing us as she hung it up, allowing us all to stare at the curves of her upper body, her flat stomach, her full firm breasts encased in that lacy bra. Pete was certainly an extremely lucky guy. I'd have to speak to him later for tips on how to get a girl who is so far out of your league. Next she reached behind her to unfasten her skirt, and my eyes (together with I'm sure the eyes of all the other guys) moved downwards. I was glad Alice had chosen to dress so formally; the fact that it was a black work skirt that she was soon to remove from round her body was a reminder of exactly what was happening; this was one of my colleagues, our only female employee, that enthusiastic young woman who I worked with on a daily basis, who was about to show us parts of her we'd never expect to see. The skirt came loose, then down her legs, revealing that she had chosen matching underwear this morning. Her knickers preserved her modesty for now, but it was only going to be a minute more before they made the same journey as the skirt. Alice stepped out of the skirt, leaving just her underwear to remove. Alice took a deep breath, steeling herself to show those breasts that only one guy had ever seen to four more. Pete had been made to wait years to see her puppies, and now he was doing the generous thing and sharing them with the four of us. As she reached behind her back, Alice looked over at Pete for reassurance. He seemed as intently focussed on her chest as the rest of us and took a second to notice. He gave her a reassuring smile, and she let the straps fall loose. Alice had no doubt shed her bra in this room many times before prior to taking a shower, but the room would always have been empty before. She could hardly pretend that there weren't five guys in here with her. Perhaps then her bra left her boobs slightly slower than it ordinarily would have done, but as it parted company with her body she at least made no attempt to hide what was being displayed. Alice's tits were perfect: firm, round, of ample size without being huge. She had quite large nipples surrounded by equally prominent areolas. There was a cute little mole just to the side of her left nipple. Her nipples seemed to be slightly erect; whether this was from excitement, nerves or both, I wasn't sure. "You're a lucky guy, Pete," Chris muttered. Bizarrely this, rather than the exposure of her breasts, was the first thing to cause Alice to blush. As she placed her bra on the side, we all knew that there was only one piece of clothing left. I wasn't going to let her get away with looking at her boyfriend for reassurance as she exposed the final part of her body. "Alice, make sure you look at Chris as you take your knickers off," I instructed. Alice's eyes had already moved over to Pete, but she did as instructed and looked Chris straight in the eyes. He held her gaze for only a second before looking down at her crotch, ready to see what was normally resolved for her boyfriend. Alice's face went even redder now, and she paused for a few seconds with her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers. Her boobs had clearly not been nearly as much of a sacrifice as her crotch. Finally they came down, as quickly as she could, dropping down her legs to show her completely shaved crotch. Despite Alice's best efforts to keep her legs together, the top of her pussy just peaked out. As she stepped out of her knickers I did my best to catch a better glimpse of the pink lips between her legs, but she did it so quickly I didn't get a chance. Alice stood there completely naked now, her clothes neatly laid out on the side, no longer performing their usual job of preserving her modesty and keeping her private parts private. Though I was sure that it was tempting for her to use her hands to keep her more intimate parts out of our view, she kept them by her side, allowing us to feast our eyes on the banquet laid out in front of us. I ran my eyes up her body, starting at her cute bare feet, up her long smooth legs, lingering on that completely hairless crotch, on what I could see of her womanhood, the part she had only ever shown to one guy before. Up over her flat stomach, the product of those gym sessions which had ended up getting her in the trouble that had landed her here. Up to those bare breasts, that I longed to touch and play with. And up to that beautiful face, those lively eyes that watched us, almost inquisitively, studying us studying her. She even seemed to have a hint of a smile on her face, perhaps flattered at the undivided male attention. "Do I show you my lady bits now?" Alice asked, almost conversationally, as if she was asking which order to do her work in, or what time a meeting was. I looked at the other guys, who seemed very keen to answer yes, and I admit that it was an offer that was difficult to refuse. But we were here because Alice hadn't followed the rules, and it was important that we set a better example. Besides, good things come to those who wait. "No, Alice," I said, patiently, as if explaining a difficult point. "Shower, get spanked, then show us your lady parts." Not a sequence of words I'd ever anticipated using at work. Taking the instructions that I had previously given her very seriously, Alice didn't even turn away from us as she walked into the shower, stepping backwards until she was under the shower head. She tapped the button on the wall, and the warm water started to flow, running down her back. She stepped backwards slightly, allowing the water to caress her hair, to run down the front of her body, over her boobs, dribbling down her front, making her flawless skin glisten. I looked over to Pete, who seemed engrossed in the show. I wondered whether he ever watched Alice shower at home, perhaps even joined her. I wondered if he was wishing he could join her know. The lucky bastard - out of all of us, he was the only one who would get his hands on everything we were seeing once it was all over. The water continued to run down Alice's body, and she seemed to visibly relax. I'd never really thought before about the fact that she regularly stood under this shower, deprived of her clothes, just yards away from my office. Now I was never going to be able to get this image out of my head. This beautiful goddess, our blonde superstar, letting us watch her wash her stunning body clean. Alice reached into her shower bag and took out a bottle of shampoo. Pulling the band from her hair, she let her damp hair fall free. Filling a hand with some of the liquid, she rubbed it into her hair. It lathered up quickly, and the suds started to run down her body, like the sexiest ever TV advert. She clearly wasn't going to rush this; she'd promised us a shower, and that's what we were going to see. It seemed somewhat unfair on Alice that a momentary glimpse of Chris' cock had led to us enjoying this extended viewing session of her own private parts, but that was the deal, and, as always, Alice was performing her task to perfection. I enjoyed a long look at her bare breasts, soft but firm under the assault of the water, nipples very definitely standing to attention now, soap suds making their way down the slope of her chest at leisurely pace. After rinsing out her hair Alice paid attention to the rest of her body, soaping up her smooth underarms, washing her arms and body, then spending a little time massaging the soap into her boobs, a privilege I would have given anything to have, taking her time, seeming to enjoy the power she was having over her senior colleagues. Alice clearly took her personal hygiene seriously, as she next spent more than a few seconds rubbing her soapy hands between her legs, making sure that her lady parts were at their most presentable for their forthcoming outing. I wondered whether she was giving this part of her body rather more attention than usual, perhaps even obtaining some sneaky pleasure from the act, though she was careful not to give anything away. Finally she bent forward to wash her legs clean, giving a very welcome alternative view of her boobs as they hung down from her body, swaying slightly from the movement. The fragrant smell of the soap, the pattering of the water on the floor, the visual treat of Alice's exposed body, dripping with water and soap; I was so grateful to Pete for ensuring I got an invite that I hadn't really deserved. Finally Alice hit the shower button again, and the water ceased. She stood there dripping for a few seconds, before making her way over to her towel. She looked over to me for permission to temporarily obscure her body, and I gave her a slight nod. She towelled herself dry, our eyes following every movement of the fabric, wishing we could take the place of that towel. Finally the towel was discarded. Alice gave a slightly longing look at her clothes, obviously wishing that she could once again enjoy the privacy to which she was ordinarily accustomed. But for now that fabric that ordinarily had the privilege of adorning her body stayed where it was, so close and yet so far. "OK, Alice," I said, slowly, enjoying every second of this. "You have agreed to our rather... bespoke disciplinary process. But the important thing is that you accept that you did wrong, that you deserve this, and that this will teach you an important lesson." Alice nodded. "I want you to look each of the guys in the eyes, apologise for what you did, and ask them to spank you." Alice looked up and down the line of the three guys, knowing that each was going to spank her, but having to make the decision as to who would be first to redden her bottom. Finally her eyes settled on Derek, who was struggling to keep his own eyes at the correct level to make eye contact. "Derek," she started, ignoring the fact that he was still staring at her tits. "I'm really sorry; I know it must have been really embarrassing me walking in on you, and I can assure you that I've had plenty of embarrassment today to make up for it. Please will you spank me so I can be properly punished for what I did?" Whether or not Alice really thought that she deserved a spanking from Derek I wasn't sure, but she made a convincing job of asking. Derek squatted down and patted his knee. Alice seemed reluctant about the idea of draping her naked body over the knee of a colleague, never mind one who was so much older than her, but she did as she was told. She had been positioned so her bare bottom was facing me, Rob and Chris, and the position she was in presented it nicely to us. Her close observance of my rules meant that up to now she had kept the front of her body facing us, and whilst that was an extremely pleasant sight, this close up view of her backside was no less enjoyable. I knew we were all about to witness Alice's first ever spanking, and glanced up at Pete, wondering how he felt that it was this stranger who was going to be the first guy to spank his girlfriend. Despite his earlier claim that he was "not into spanking", he seemed to be very "into" seeing his girlfriend spanked by someone twice her age. Derek gently touched Alice on her left butt cheek, and I half expected her to jump up or at least to flinch, but she stayed still, taking her punishment like a professional. Derek raised his hand then brought it down hard on the exact part of her soft backside that he had just touched. The spank made a satisfying "smack" sound as his hand made contact with her bottom. Alice didn't react. "I'm going to spank you twice more," Derek told her. "So that will be three in total, once for each time you have walked in without knocking." "Thank you, Derek," Alice said clearly, as if she genuinely meant it. Being placed over her colleague's knee and spanked didn't seem to have affected her unfailing politeness. Derek touched her other butt cheek now, indicating to her where the second smack was going to land. I was sure that he must have done this before, though surely not in such unusual circumstances. He pulled his hand back and seemed to pause for a second, building Alice's anticipation, then landed a firm smack right where he had promised. This time Alice let out a short "eek", but more of surprise than of pain. He'd timed it perfectly, catching her off-guard. Her backside visibly tensed up after the second smack, and Derek obviously noticed. He placed his hand right where he had delivered the first smack but left it there, waiting. "Alice, relax your bottom," he ordered. It must have been hard for her to follow his instruction, having the hand of a senior colleague resting on that personal part of her body, knowing he was about to place a hard smack on it, but after a few seconds pause she did as she was told, and the smack was delivered almost instantly. This time Alice kept her composure and took the penalty with good grace. With Derek's lesson clearly finished, Alice stood up. During the spanking she had kept her eyes focussed on the wall ahead of her, but she now shot Pete a glance. His excitement at having seen his girlfriend have her bottom smacked by a senior colleague was entirely obvious, and a slight look of surprise played across Alice's face, but was soon removed. Alice approached Rob now, and with her body still devoid of clothes her womanly charms were once again on full display. Rob did an admirable job of keeping his eyes focused on hers though as she apologised for walking in on him and said that she would be grateful if he would now make matters right by spanking her bottom. If Rob's reputation was anything to go by he had probably tried this fetish among many others countless times, but I wondered whether he had ever had such an attractive girl as Alice across his lap. "Alice," Rob said, landing the first spank on her left cheek, "I'm not going to lie to you," he delivered another two smacks in quick succession, alternating between her right and left butt cheek, "you're an extremely... attractive... girl", he emphasised each of these words with a further spank, exceeding the number of punishment whacks that Derek had given her, but keeping his much lighter. "And you can walk in on me," he continued the alternating spanks as he spoke, "any time you like if this is going to be the result." He finished off with a couple more spanks before letting her stand up again. Alice did not seem perturbed by Rob's speech, and indeed looked visibly flattered if anything. I suppose for a girl who had only ever had one boyfriend the experience of having her body admired by other guys was somewhat flattering. Alice seemed to be taking her spanking very well. I was sure that many girls would have found this absolutely humiliating and have run screaming by now, but Alice didn't seem to. She had always had an underlying confidence, an ability to talk to people, befriend people, give anything a try, and as always she had been thrown into an unfamiliar situation and adapted remarkably well. She knew that, despite the fact that she was naked and being put over the knee of her colleagues, ultimately it was her we were all here for, her body we were all admiring, her bottom we were all desperate to spank. As Alice faced Chris, I sensed a little sexual tension. After all, it had been Alice who had originally offered to show her body to Chris, and it had been Chris who had been so keen on the details as to exactly how she should show her body. They'd always seemed to get on very well around the office, Was Alice actively looking forward to being put over Chris' knee, to having his strong hand say hello to her bottom? It may have been my imagination, but Alice's request for Chris to spank her was almost flirty, suggestive. I looked over at Pete, expecting him to be jealous, but he seemed more than happy with the flirting. I suppose that he trusted Alice and knew that, for all her flirting with Chris, it would be his cock between her legs tonight. Chris chose a different position for Alice to be spanked in. Getting her to stand under the shower that he had been under when she walked in, he asked her to face the wall and lean forwards, pushing her hands against the wall. Next he made her arch her back, pushing her bottom out towards us in an incredibly sexy pose. He stood back and admired his target for a few seconds then, without warning, delivered his first smack to Alice's backside. "Ow!" she protested. "This is what happens to naughty girls," Chris said. Another smack, the sound of which echoed out around the room. "Ow!" "They get sore bottoms." Smack. "Ow!" Whilst Chris was a fit, strong guy, it didn't seem that he was smacking Alice's bottom any harder than Derek had; her cries of protest were part of the game with Chris, a game he was happy to play. "What do you deserve Alice?" he asked. Alice paused, deliberately teasing him, and received another whack on her backside for her trouble. "Ow! A sore bottom!" Alice exclaimed. Despite her protests, she made no attempt to alter her posture, leaving her bottom protruding towards Chris and in the perfect position to be spanked. Either this was a more than admirable example of her professionalism, even in these odd circumstances or, more likely, she was enjoying herself. Chris placed another well aimed smack on Alice's bottom, but this time in defiance she stayed silent. A further smack delivered to the exact same place did the job, eliciting what sounded like a genuine "OW!" Though I was sure that the showdown could have gone on for hours, and certainly I would not have complained about the perfect view of Alice's backside and the sizzling sexual tension, Chris seemed to feel this was enough, and returned to join the rest of us. *** It seemed to take everyone a minute or two to recover from what they had just witnessed (or, in Chris and Alice's case, taken part in). Alice stood there, looking at Pete, at me, sneaking a glance at Chris but keen not to do any more than that. Finally, it was Chris who made the next move. "OK, Alice, so the reason why you're hear is because you walked into this room last week and looked at my cock," he said, clearly enjoying the reversal of positions that saw him now the one wearing clothes and her the one exposed. "So, fair's fair, you've seen my cock, now it's time I saw your pussy." Knowing how sensitive girls could be about their lady parts, I wondered whether, faced with the prospect of having to openly display hers to us all, Alice would back out. I wouldn't blame her. Still, I supposed it was a fair exchange - a pussy for a cock. Alice had so far used the benefits of female biology to keep her most intimate part (mostly) hidden, but now it was time for her to waive that privilege, for us to show us what ultimately we had all come here to see. Alice seemed uncertain as to exactly what to do; Chris, who I was sure had spent plenty of time fantasising about this, had no such reservations. "Sit down and spread your legs," he instructed. I wondered it Alice had ever assumed such an explicit position even for Pete - perhaps only her gyno had seen her so blatantly exposed before. Taking her towel, Alice laid it down on the floor, then sat down. Taking a deep breath, she parted her legs as wide as she could, finally exposing her pussy lips for our viewing. One thing was immediately clear; Alice was extremely aroused. Her lips had swelled, opened, glistened with her juices. Whilst some may disagree, I have always found a woman's vulva, her entry door to pleasure, that secret place she normally reserved for the one she loved, to be one of the most beautiful sights in the world, and Alice's was no exception. I haven't had the pleasure of that many women spreading their legs for me over my years on this earth, but I have appreciated it very much every time I have. Vulvas are like snowflakes, every one is different, which makes every one special. Give me a real vagina over a porn pussy any day. Alice's lips were on the larger side; more to play with, as I liked to think, and her clit peaked through her parted lips. I totally forgot where I was, or who Alice and I were, and just wanted to play, to touch, to make her cum.  She had obviously shaved very recently, as there wasn't even the shortest of pubes to get in the way of our view. I wondered if she had shaved especially so that we would get the best possible view of her lady parts, and imagined her nervously running a razor over her private parts that morning, knowing that a few hours later numerous pairs of eyes would be focussed on that most intimate part of her body. I wondered if she realised then that it would be a completely aroused womanhood that we would be seeing. Alice must have sat there exposed like that for a couple of minutes, the room gripped with complete silence, as if we were viewing fine art. I stole my gaze away for a second to look up at her face, and although it was a little red, that could have been more the excitement rather than embarrassment. She was staring at the row of bulges in trousers, looking surprised, flattered almost, at the effect she was having. Her eyes lingered longest on Chris' crotch, and I imagined she was probably wishing she'd spent a bit longer looking at it when she'd walked in on him. Finally it was Pete who broke the silence. "OK, guys, I think you've had a good look at my lady's private parts," he said in an upbeat tone. "Can Alice get dressed now?" Nobody was keen to bring proceedings to an end, but we all had to accept that Alice had more than made amends for her careless actions, and each grunted a noise that could be taken for agreement. Alice stood and walked over to where her clothes had been deposited. We watched as her body was once again concealed, lapping up every second. The knickers coming back up her legs, that last glance of her smooth crotch before that was covered. Eyes moving up for a last look at those perfect breasts, flushed red with arousal, nipples standing to attention, begging to be touched. Within a few seconds that plain white bra was concealing them, showing only an admirable cleavage.  After seeing everything in such graphic detail, her underwear clad body seemed somewhat modest, but as my mind reminded me exactly where we were, and that Alice was an employee, someone I was supposed to manage, the sight of her standing there in just her undies, leaving what was beneath them to my imagination, was equally arousing as what had just passed. Next she regained her skirt, then her blouse brought her back up to a more usual standard of dress. Finally her jacket re-adorned her, and she stepped back into her shoes, now every inch the young professional we were used to. It felt almost improper to be standing there still in possession of an erection in the presence of this lady, though I knew that underneath her clothes her body would still be equally aroused, and she had just proved herself to be not quite as lady-like as we may previously have assumed. It's strange; every woman has a set of lady parts nestled between her legs, but somehow once you've actually seen them, fully exposed a few feet away from you, you feel differently about her. If you know a woman is in a relationship, you know she's going home and having sex with her partner at the end of the day, getting herself aroused by sexual thoughts, but you don't really think about that until you've actually seen her lips moist with her juices, seen her bare breasts flushed with sexual excitement. Of course you know women have fantasies too, but it's only when you've seen her live one out in front of your own eyes that it really comes home to you. Derek and Chris headed off to the men's room, I assumed to do something about their enraged libidos. Rob, who had himself visibly very much enjoyed the show, mumbled something about a meeting he had to be at and disappeared off. Alice and Pete didn't seem to be able to take their eyes off each other, looking as if they had discovered something new about the other, and were rather pleased about it. I decided to head to my office and try to actually concentrate on getting some work done, then head off early so that I could relive the whole experience in the privacy of my bedroom. Almost immediately on returning to my office, I started to worry about what had just happened. Having left that humid, sexually charged environment of the shower room, my sexually aroused state started to slip a little, and I started to wonder whether what we had asked Alice to do was inappropriate. What if she was now regretting it? What if it made it impossible for her to work with me and the other guys who had just seen her expose herself so blatantly? Eventually I headed off to Alice's office to check that she was OK. When I arrived, her door was shut. Our office has an open door policy (except for in respect of the shower room, obviously!), and doors are only usually closed when the office is empty. Perhaps she was still talking things through with Pete. I decided to go in and leave her a note to come and see me when she got back. I pushed the door open, fully expecting to find nobody inside, but to my amazement, there was Pete, and he was... wow. Alice was bent forward over her desk, her clothes once again discarded, knickers sexily still hanging uselessly round her ankles. Standing behind her was Pete, his own trousers and boxers round his ankle, shirt removed, and he had her body wrapped tightly in his arms. He was thrusting his cock into her pussy in quick, strong thrusts, each eliciting a moan of pleasure from Alice, and the odd grunt from Pete. For a few seconds, neither noticed my presence. Alice's eyes were closed, and Pete was nibbling at her neck, something she was clearly enjoying. Her moans were unrestrained, clearly relying on the office walls to keep them for Pete's ears only. Pete roughly massaged her left breast with his hand, obviously adding to her ecstasy. I felt like I should leave, but my own arousal, which had started to subside, was back in full force, and I'd never forgive myself for walking out and missing out on this display. I walked slightly further into the room so that I could get a better view of Alice's face, that face I was so familiar with, but not like this, not scrunched up with the pleasure that Pete's caress and thrusts were delivering to her. Alice's unrestricted right boob jiggled with each thrust, Pete's spare hand placed on her bare tummy, gripping her tightly towards him, keeping a firm hold of his prize. Her upper body was bent forwards slightly over her desk, legs parted to allow Pete the access they both desired. Suddenly Pete caught me out of the corner of his eye, and his head turned, lips and tongue separating from his beloved's neck, looking straight at me. I expected him to stop what he was doing, maybe grab hold of me, throw me out. But he didn't. Just as he had clearly enjoyed me watching his girlfriend shower, get spanked, and expose her lady parts earlier, he was now enjoying me seeing him fuck his girlfriend, his cock, not mine, plunging in and out of that beautiful pussy. Alice, who clearly was unaware of the reason for the kissing stopping, gave a moan of complaint, and Pete returned his lips to her neck, which Alice greeted with a sound of satisfaction. Alice was clearly a very vocal girl in the bedroom, and the odd expletive escaped her lips as Chris delivered a particularly well placed thrust. Hearing normally politely spoken Alice let out a gasped "fuck!" as Chris got it particularly right almost sent me over the edge. "I'm gonna cum babe..." Alice breathlessly informed Pete, still unaware that there was anyone else to hear. "Me too," he gasped, their heavy breathing synchronised in a way that evidenced their total familiarity with each other in carnal matters. Alice and Pete's final sounds, her moans and his grunts, were a matching pair of his and her declarations of approaching climax, and when it came she let out now a scream as such, but more an elongated "yeeeeeeeeee...s", the final "s" echoing with complete satisfaction, the finalisation of long pent up arousal. Pete managed a couple more thrusts before he let out a quieter but no less satisfied celebratory noise. Letting himself slip out of her, Pete turned Alice round to face him, each wrapping their arms around the other. Alice opened her eyes which were inches from his, staring deeply into the pupils of her soulmate, and each uttered a whispered declaration of love for each other. Enraptured in the show of desire for each other, I didn't even think of slipping out of the room, and after what seemed like hours, Pete broke his gaze with Alice to look at me. Alice instantly followed her loved one's gaze, and a look of total shock took over her face. She quickly broke her bond with Pete, and used her arms to cover up her breasts and crotch, which seemed like a rather pointless gesture following the events of that morning. "Alice," I said, after a long pause. "Do you think this is appropriate conduct? Having sexual intercourse in your office?" "I... but... but you walked in without knocking!" Alice complained, rallying against the unfairness of this in a way she hadn't about the punishment she had "endured" that morning. "We have an open door policy," I replied, coolly, "there's no need to knock." Alice gave me an angry look, clearly convinced I had walked in on her and Pete on purpose. "Listen, listen," Pete said. I'd forgotten he was still there. It was a rather bizarre showdown, the naked Alice with her arms protecting what modesty she had left, Pete with his pants around his ankles, flaccid penis still glistening with Alice's juices, and me there dressed in my business suit. "We're all in the wrong here. I shouldn't have persuaded Alice to have sex with me in her office. Alice shouldn't have agreed. You shouldn't have walked in without knocking." I had to admit that there was something in what he was saying. I could hardly complain, having just had the opportunity to witness such a fantastic show. And even if I was justified in walking in, I wasn't really justified in watching. "So what do you suggest?" I asked. Pete's eyes met Alice's, and with the familiarity that comes with having known each other so well for so long, a mutual understanding formed. "I'm sure we can come to some arrangement," Alice said, smiling.

The Trailer Park: The Fourth Year A Story in the Wynter/Trailer Park Universe by Wizard Copyright© 2006 by Wizard Chapter 31 "Oh, Tony!" I looked to the side just as Allie launched herself at me. I caught her and fell back against my locker. I slid to the ground with Allie on my lap. As my butt hit the floor, Allie pressed her mouth against mine and kissed me. Not the worst way to finish the school day. Not the worst way to finish a week of school. Not the worst way to finish nine weeks of school. "Get a room," Tami suggested when I looked guiltily up at her. "I got an A," Allie told her, and started climbing off my lap. Tami held out her hand and helped her up. "Actually an A minus." Tami looked blank, and I'm sure I did too. "In algebra. Mrs. Wright told me. My report card, I'm getting an A minus." Tami hugged her. "That's wonderful." They both looked down at me, sitting on the floor, my back against my locker. "Are you going to sit down there all day? Or are you going to help Allie celebrate?" "Well, I don't know if I can get a hotel room for the three of us on such short notice," I said, climbing to my feet. "And I have a game in two hours." Allie blushed. "No, that would be you celebrating," Tami accused, punching me in the shoulder. "Besides, if Allie wants your bod to celebrate with, she doesn't need my help." Allie blushed deeper and her eyes widened. I kissed Tami on the nose and Allie demurely on the cheek. Then I grinned. "I am very disappointed, young lady," I said in a passable imitation of her mother. "If you'd worked a little harder, you could have gotten rid of that minus." Allie giggled. "Maybe next nine weeks." "I'll reserve the hotel room. Seriously, I couldn't be prouder if you were my own daughter." Allie giggled again. "Want to adopt me?" "In a heartbeat." "So when are you and Allie going to... celebrate?" Tami asked. I figured words weren't enough and buried my face between Tami's breasts. We were sitting in Dad's chair in my living room, Tami on my lap. "Don't you two ever stop?" Traci asked, walking into the room. I looked up at her, grinned, and buried my face in Tami's breasts again. "Nope," Tami said with a giggle. "Do you think I should go out with a high school guy?" Traci asked innocently. I suddenly lost interest in Tami's twin projections. "I don't think you should go out at all," I said, looking up at her. "I think you should stay in your room, Dad and I will build a moat around this place, and we'll chase off the boys with shotguns and pitchforks." "Tami..." Traci said pleadingly. "Don't look at me. I'm going to get a slingshot and help." Traci pouted. "Who?" Tami asked, taking pity on her. Traci grinned. "Kenny Temple." "WHAT!" I surged out of the chair. Tami barely managed to jump to her feet before I dumped her on her ass. Traci laughed. "Would you relax. I'm not going out with Kenny. Though Peter's kind of cute." "Why would you even suggest that?" Tami asked, glaring at me. "Well, on the bus this afternoon, Kenny suggested there was a lot he could teach me." "I think Kenny and I need to have a talk," I said as I started toward the door. "Tony, no!" Traci yelled. "We're just going to talk," I said as my hand rested on the doorknob. "I can take care of myself," Traci protested. "I don't need your help." "I just want..." "Anthony Marion!" Traci interrupted. "I won't ever speak to you again. I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!" I started to argue, then remembered Robbie and the scene in the cafeteria two weeks ago. She was still a little cool towards me, and I really didn't understand why. I let go of the doorknob and turned back toward my sister. "I know you can," I admitted. Traci stepped up and hugged me. "You're not the worst big brother a girl could have. I guess I shouldn't tease you." "You're a decent little sister yourself." "Sims!" I was standing on the sidelines talking to Larry and a couple of other guys, waiting for the game to start. It was the last game of the regular season. It was also our homecoming game. We'd already won the league, so tonight's game didn't matter much, but we were hoping for a perfect season. We were playing the team from Wenatchee. They were good; we were better. I looked out on the field and saw one player standing there. Number sixty-four. He was just standing halfway across the field watching us. "Sims!" he yelled again. I shrugged and walked out to meet him. The referees were still talking together further down the field. According to the clock counting down on the scoreboard, there were two minutes until kickoff. "Sims!" he said again when I was about halfway there. "Remember me?" he asked when I was about five feet away. I shrugged. Sixty-four took off his helmet. Peter King. "I remember you," I said simply. He wasn't as big as I remembered. Then I realized that he was about the same. I'd grown up a bit. "You called me a liar," he accused. "I did," I agreed. I felt like there was a switch in the back of my head ready to flip to fight or flight. I kinda favored flight. If I got into a fight in the middle of the football field with everybody watching, it would make Parker's year. "I wasn't lying." "No you weren't." We stared at each other while the clock counted down. "I hear you and Tami Sharp are pretty tight?" "I plan to marry her." He nodded, accepting what might be considered an outrageous statement. "That why you did it?" "I didn't like her much at the time, but she was a friend, and I thought she deserved better." Peter nodded again. Peter's hand started to rise and I got ready to make my decision, fight or flight. Peter held his hand out to me. "I'm sorry." "You're..." "Sorry," Peter finished. "You were being a good friend. I was being a..." "Jerk," I finished as I took his hand and shook it. He smiled and nodded again. "Would you tell her I said I was sorry." "Tell her yourself," I suggested. "She's in the stands." Peter nodded and smiled again. "Of course, this doesn't mean, I won't try to tear your head off if you get the ball." "I wouldn't expect anything less," I said slapping him on the shoulder. I walked back to the sidelines, smiling to myself. The world is a very interesting place. Chapter 32 "Oh, God!" Robbie grinned. "You say the sweetest things." "Oh, God!" Robbie spun, and I watched as the hem of her dress lifted and twirled. The dress was pale blue and came to the tops of her knees. The front started on her right shoulder and plunged diagonally to under her left arm with just a hint of her left breast. "Oh, God!" "You know, Tony, I think the thing I like most about you is your way with words." "Oh, God!" I'd waited for her after the game outside the trainer's room. The visiting team used the girl's locker room, so Robbie changed in the training room because it had a shower. "If you can't come up with anything more than that, I'm going to the dance." "Tami who?" Robbie smiled. "Even if I know you don't mean that, it's the sweetest thing a guy's ever said to me." "Will you marry me?" I asked, dropping to one knee. "I think you've already asked Tami. "We can all move to Utah." "Can I ask you something?" I said as we climbed the stairs to the main hall. The dance was in gym two at the other end of the school. "You can ask me anything," Robbie said quickly. "Of course I reserve the right to throw a major temper tantrum. "Uh..." What was that old saying? Discretion is the batter part of survival. "Tony, ask." "Uh, you've been kind of, uh, cool, towards me the last couple of weeks. Since that thing with Kate in the cafeteria." "If you thought I was just a little cool, I wasn't doing something right." "I was just trying to help. I mean, that's what friends do, right? Help each other." Robbie stopped, so I stopped too. We happened to be right in front of our lockers. "Tony, we need to get you a big white horse, cause you're always riding to someone's rescue." "I..." What the hell do you say to something like that? "I was annoyed. Hell, I was mad that you thought I needed rescuing." "Oh!" "It was that kind of day. First Leslie's lame play beats us out. Then Kate decides to jump me, probably because I was talking to all the cute football players and she felt left out. Then you decide I'm a damsel in distress and coming riding to my rescue. You're probably lucky that you still have all your teeth." "Losing the play competition bothered you that much?" I knew she could care less about what Kate thought. "We were good. I can't believe we lost." "We were good, but we put it together in a month. Leslie's been acting since... she was probably doing Romeo and Juliet when she was still an egg in her mother's tummy." "Eggs aren't in the tummy." "Don't get clinical on me. You know what I mean." "I do. And Leslie was good. And her play wasn't lame. I just get so competitive. I just can't believe we lost." "If I tell you something, will you promise never to mention it again. To take it to your grave?" Robbie looked at me, then slowly nodded. "We lost by two votes." "Two votes! We should get a recount. What about the kids who were absent that Monday?" "Robbie!" "We should... get over it and think about next year." I nodded. "We should go to the dance, and you can dance with Mike and I'll dance with Tami. Then Mike can dance with Tami and you and I will do whatever it is you do to the light fantastic. Then Mike and I can have the slow dances..." "You keep your grubby hands off Mike. He's mine." I bowed and we walked down the hall to the dance. "You okay?" I asked Robbie as everyone applauded. "I just thought... I... I'm okay." Jenny Velesquez, the student body president, had just announced the sophomore homecoming princesses. Tami was one of the four, Robbie wasn't. "I guess Katie Green is right. People don't think of me as a girl." Mike Rose, Robbie's date, stood on the other side of her, his arm around her shoulder, watching the four sophomores join the freshmen and get crowned, but she spoke quietly with me. "Try to remember that a lot of the kids in this school don't have an opinion until Kate or somebody else gives it to them," I said. "I guess," she muttered, biting her lip. "I'm glad Mikee made it." Mikee was standing in the middle of the freshmen looking like she was going to bust. "Me, too. And you've got something better than homecoming court. You're a member of the first team in school history to have a perfect season." "Regular season anyway," she said with a small smile. We'd won tonight's game easily. In fact, Robbie and I had only played a few minutes. The coach used a lot of the kids who didn't play much. I'd only handled the ball three times, and Peter King did his best to take my head off, nailing me once just after I launched a long pass that just grazed the ends of the receiver's fingertips. "Plus, from the looks you've been getting, I think you answered Kate's question of whether you know how to look like a girl." "I didn't even need help with my makeup." I'd been watching the stage as they announced the juniors, and my head jerked to look at Robbie. "You're not wearing any." Robbie giggled. "Of course I am. I just like makeup to highlight me, not change me into someone else." "Amen," I agreed and looked back toward the stage. "Paula Grey!" Jenny announced. 'Not a big surprise, ' I thought as I applauded. In fact, the buzz around school had been that Paula might make queen, though it was almost always a senior. Paula hugged all the princesses already on the stage, especially Tami and Mikee. The trailer park was well represented. Jenny announced the senior princesses, finishing with Kate Green, who looked annoyed. Being a princess meant she wasn't queen. "Before we get to the queen's coronation, I'd like to remind everybody that Inherit the Wind will be performing for the regional judges next Saturday. Be sure to come out and support them. To announce this year's queen, I present to you last year's queen, Alana Temple," Jenny said into the microphone, then started clapping. Alana, who'd been standing off to the side stepped forward, wearing the tiara she'd owned for the last two years, having been elected her junior year too. "This is a special year. For the first time in the thirty-three year history of this school, our team has had a perfect season." The gym erupted into applause and yells that lasted almost two minutes. "And we're going to bring home the state championship for the first time since 1993." This time the applause lasted almost five minutes. "And I couldn't help notice that for the first time in the history of the school, a girl was on the team." Not completely correct since Robbie had been on the team last year too, but close enough. There was a stunned silence for several seconds then Tami yelled, "Robbie!" A few seconds later, it seemed like every girl in the gym was chanting her name. Robbie looked at me, blushing deeply. I reached over and took her hand and squeezed. Then all the guys were chanting and stomping too. Alana held up her hands and eventually the noise quieted. "Enough already. Just announce the damn queen." I heard Kate say behind Alana. Alana turned and gave Kate a glare that could have cut down a redwood. Then she turned back around and smiled. "In college, I'm taking a class in logic, and I can't help but wonder: first girl on the team, first perfect season, hmmm." That brought a lot of laughter and renewed chanting. "This is a year of firsts. For only the third time in school history, the queen is not a senior." I looked around trying to figure out what junior could have beaten out Paula. "And for the first time it's not a junior either." A sophomore? It couldn't be a freshman. That would bend the laws of time and space and cause the Earth to collapse into a black hole. "And the first football player." Robbie spun and faced me, Mike's arm falling off her shoulders. "Did you do this?" "Your 2004 Homecoming Queen... Robbie Tate!" "I didn't even vote for you," I said honestly. I had voted for her for princess. But I voted for Paula for queen. I found out later that Larry had started the campaign for Robbie. She got twice as many votes as the other eleven nominees combined. I put my hands on Robbie's shoulders and turned her toward the stage. "You deserve this," I whispered in her ear as I pushed her forward. "I guess Robbie figured out how to be a girl," I said to Kate later that night. "That is a cool hand print," Tami said a minute later. I grinned. This one, I considered a badge of honor. Chapter 33 I noticed Tami's mom's car wasn't in the driveway as I walked up to her house the next morning. I grinned. A Saturday with nothing to do for a change, and a teenaged girl alone in her house. Life is good. I knocked, and Tami opened the door almost immediately. "Hi, Tony. Guess..." I didn't wait for her to finish. I stepped inside, pulling her to me, and pressed my lips to hers. One hand squeezed her butt cheek through her jeans, the other quickly found her breast, protected only by a thin t-shirt. Even as we kissed, I turned her and took a step toward her bedroom. Tami pulled away. I was surprised. "Tony, have you met my grandmother?" My head jerked toward the sofa where an older woman was sitting, her hand covering her mouth. "Uh..." "Tony, I've heard so much about you," the woman said. She stood and held out her hand. "I can see all of it's true." I wondered if I could go home, get back in bed, and pull the covers over my head until Monday. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon for the middle of November. I'd spent the morning working on a term paper for history. It wasn't due until the end of January, but why wait for the last minute? I'd written a great conclusion; now I just had to find enough facts to support it. I didn't even glance at Tami's house. I knew she, her mother, and her grandmother were off shopping. That was one of the reasons I was working on my paper. I noticed Kelly and Mikee sitting in garden chairs outside their trailer. They were wearing shorts and halter tops, enjoying the sun after all the rain that had cursed the month so far. Their chairs were facing away from the street, so I walked quietly up behind them. I reached down and grabbed their shoulders. "Hi, girls. Enjoying the sunshine?" Mikee jumped at my unexpected touch, but Kelly jumped harder, jumping up and jerking away from me. "You okay?" I asked after glancing at the cornered-animal look in her eye. "Fine. I just don't want to be touched. Okay?" she spat and raced back into her trailer. I looked at Mikee. "I..." Mikee got up and hugged me. "It isn't you. She's been weird for a couple of weeks." "What's wrong?" "I don't know. She won't talk about it." Mikee looked up at me. "Can we... ?" There was a lustful look in her eye. "I don't know. I've never done it with a princess. I'm a commoner, I might burst into flames or something." Mikee giggled. "I'll get Queen Robbie to knight you." "As it happens, my house is empty. Traci's got a concert tonight, and the folks took her to rehearsals." I looked at the trailer. "What about Kelly?" I wasn't being greedy. Really I wasn't. I wasn't even looking for another threesome. I just didn't want her left out. Mikee sighed. "I don't think she'll be interested." "You know, you've grown up a lot since I've known you." I looked down at her naked body laying on my bed. My eyes were drawn to her pussy. She had a lot more hair than Tami, and it was darker too. "If that's your idea of seductive conversation, you need a lot of work," Mikee said with a smile. "I just meant... hell, I don't know." "Don't sweat it. Sex is confusing. We'll have it all figured out by the time we're sixty." "Comforting thought." I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them. I grinned and lowered myself onto Mikee's pussy. Her lips were more open than Tami's, so my tongue had no trouble pressing in. I wondered if there'd ever be a time when I had sex, or girls, all figured out. Or was it that when you got older, you just stopped caring. "Would you please fuck me?" Mikee moaned. I lifted my head enough to look up Mikee's body. "Not getting enough from Brian?" She'd been going out with Brian Thomas since the middle of October. He was a freshman on the JV football team and had a pretty good rep as a stud for a ninth grader. "I'm not getting anything from Brian." "I thought he..." Mikee giggled. "Brian's a lot of fun, but I'm not going to let him do anything. He'd tell half the school in an hour." "How'd you get so smart?" "I had a good teacher." She reached down, grabbed my ears and pulled. "Now get up here before I find a new teacher." I let her pull me up until my crotch was above hers. She let go of my ears, reached down, and guided my cock toward her pussy. "What if I'm not in the mood?" I asked. "You're always in the mood." "Not always. There was an hour about two years ago when I wasn't." "And there'll probably be an hour two or three years from now when you aren't," she said as she pulled my cock into her. It's hard to argue with a girl when she's wrong. When she's right... I drove Big Tony forward. "It's a good thing for you that Mom and Dad dropped me off, then went shopping." My head jerked toward the door. I hadn't closed it. Traci was standing there. The look on her face was hard to read. I don't think she was surprised that she'd caught me fucking. I do think she was surprised at who I was fucking. "I can't believe that you'd do this to her." Traci backed out and ran toward her bedroom. I had a feeling that the 'her' in that sentence wasn't Mikee. Mikee reached down and pulled my soft little worm out of her pussy. Big Tony had run away. "I think that's my cue to go home." "Mikee, I..." Mikee put her finger on my lips. "I hope I haven't screwed things up between you and Traci." "I..." I didn't have the first clue what to say. Mikee slid out from under me, dressed quickly, and left. My own place. That would solve so many of my problems. Nothing fancy. Maybe a studio apartment. Chapter 34 Tami came with me to Traci's concert. We sat up front, away from my parents, and had a chance to talk between performances. "I need a favor." "Here? Now? What will people say?" I grinned and wondered what had happened to the shy girl I'd met almost three years ago. "I need that too. But I need a different favor more." Tami started to ask, but the next song started. This was Mr. McCoy's advanced band, and Traci had a solo coming up, so Tami waited. "What favor?" she asked after we'd given the advanced band and especially Traci a standing ovation for their first song. I still couldn't believe how good Traci had gotten, considering how bad she'd been. I guess that's what practice is all about. I was glad she'd been a part of our play. "Remember when I asked you to give Traci the talk?" Tami nodded. "She needs part two." "What part two? I told her everything. Unless you mean kinky stuff, and I don't know that much about the kinky stuff." "It's pretty kinky. I need you to talk to her about Mikee and me." Tami's eyes almost bugged out as the band started their second number. After the song, I told Tami about my afternoon. "Oh, boy!" she said. "That would be the G-rated response." "Oh, shit!" "That would be the PG-response." "Oh..." "I know," I interrupted. "I tried to talk to her, but she won't let me." "What makes you think I can talk to her?" "I don't think she's upset that she caught me fucking Mikee. I think she thinks I'm betraying you." "Oh, boy!" "Yeah." "What makes you think I can get her to listen if she won't even talk to you?" "I have a plan." "What's wrong between you and your sister?" Mom asked as soon as Traci excused herself to get her saxophone. "It's, uh, private." I said. Tami and I had joined my parents after the concert. When Traci came over, we congratulated her, but she totally ignored me. "And how long is this private problem going to last?" "It kinda depends." "On?" "I want to drive the rugrat home." Mom and Dad looked at each other. "I don't see how that's going to help, but okay." I'd been driving since my birthday in February. I'd even driven Traci a lot with either Mom or Dad. She didn't even pretend to cringe anymore. Now came the hard word. "Alone." We'd come in two cars, since Dad had gone back to work after shopping and had driven straight here. "You can't. You don't have a license," Mom said immediately. "I will in three months." "You can't," Mom repeated. "It's important?" Dad asked, speaking for the first time. "It's important," I confirmed, nodding as solemnly as I could. "I would like to point out that if you get caught driving before you get your license, they won't let you get it until you're seventeen. Is it that important?" I nodded again. Dad looked at me for a minute, then reached in his pocket and handed me his keys. I looked bug-eyed down at the keys in my hand. I thought I was negotiating for Mom's keys. "He can't," Mom said again. "Honey, if Tony drives everybody home, you can take me out for that birthday dinner you've owed me for a month. The kids can order a pizza." "I..." "And we have the extra advantage of not being there when the cops bring him home." "Maybe it'll be that nice Deputy Boyd. He likes Tony. Maybe he won't use the handcuffs," Mom said, agreeing to the inevitable. "Or his nightstick," Dad added. I was still staring at Dad's keys. "You scratch my new baby, and you won't see daylight until Traci can drive," Dad threatened. I nodded, still looking at his keys. Dad had bought himself a Porsche for his birthday. I never thought he'd let me take it. Actually, I would have preferred Mom's mini-van. I know that sounds un-American. Even un-teenage. But I was a lot more comfortable with an automatic. "You scratch my old baby," Mom said. "And you'll never see daylight again." I looked up at them and nodded again. Tami, Traci, and I stood on the steps of the school, watching the parking lot clear out. It was raining lightly, but we were under the overhang. "Where's Mom and Dad?" Traci asked after a couple of minutes. "They went out to dinner." "How are we getting home?" "I'm driving." "You can't drive," she said, then added, "by yourself." "I am. Let's go." There were only a couple of cars left. I figured they belonged to janitors or people who were staying awhile. Traci looked reluctant. "Trace, it's either get in the car or walk home in the rain. You know I'm a good driver." Traci hesitated, then nodded. We ran to the car. I clicked the button on the keychain when we were halfway there so at least the doors were unlocked. I could have been a gentleman and gotten the car and pulled it around to them on the step, but to be honest, I didn't think of it until we were running through the rain. Traci and Tami got in the front seat together and pulled the seat beat around them. I belted in and started the car. I looked at Tami and nodded. Then I looked out the windshield at the rainy parking lot. My first solo. In a car with too much power, a stick shift, and on rainy roads. Well, if this didn't work, there was always the bus. Tami and Traci talked intently all the way home. I didn't hear much, just an occasional word. I was concentrating hard on the road. Once, when I stopped at an intersection, I did hear Tami sigh and say, "It's complicated." Then I pulled the car away from the stop sign and couldn't hear again. At the trailer park, I pulled the car into the driveway and killed the engine. I leaned back, still clenching the wheel. Traci undid the seat belt and got out. Tami sat there, looking out the rainy windshield. After a minute, Tami leaned forward and, one at a time, pried my fingers off the wheel. "Well?" I asked after the last one. She smiled. "We'll see. How'd you like driving the Porsche?" I looked at the steering wheel, expecting to see the impressions of my fingers permanently embedded. "Cool. Maybe in a year or so, I'll try it again." Chapter 35 "How's it going with Traci?" Tami asked on Monday. "Better. She's a little cool, but she isn't ignoring me." I got my books for first period and closed my locker. "What's wrong with Traci?" Robbie asked. Tami smiled and told her about Traci catching me with Mikee and the talk she'd had with her. Robbie laughed. "Tony, you're turning the whole county into the twilight zone. I keep expecting Rod Serling to step out of a doorway." "What'd I do?" I protested. "You keep getting caught cheating on your girlfriend by everyone but your girlfriend, then you get her to bail you out of trouble." "It's not cheating when I know about it," Tami said, snaking her arm around me. "It's still kind of twilight zone." "No, it's the Trailer Park Zone. "Uh, hi, Tony." I looked up. I'd been resting my throat on Tami's shoulder as we waited in line for lunch. We'd been talking, but mostly to hear each other's voices. I was hungry and concentrating on watching the line move slowly. It was mac-and-cheese Tuesday, something the lunch ladies hadn't figured out how to screw up. Yet. "Hi, Darlene. Just the person I wanted to see." I hadn't really talked to her since the play. She smiled self-consciously. "You did?" I grinned. "I have good news and bad news." "Damn, I hate this game. What's the bad news?" "Tatiana Reid is pregnant." Darlene looked confused. Tatiana was a senior, and Darlene probably hadn't even talked to her before. "Uh, what's the good news?" "Tatiana Reid is pregnant." "Umm, okay." I loved the look of total confusion on her face. Tami brought her elbow back into my sternum. "Stop teasing. Tell her." "Yes ma'am. Tatty's a cheerleader." Darlene nodded, but didn't look any more enlightened. "She's not going to be cheering anymore, I don't know if it's her mom or her doctor or what, but she's off the squad." Darlene nodded dully. I grinned. "I talked to Paula. She and the other cheerleaders would like you to try out after school today." Darlene's face lite up. "You mean it?" I nodded. Darlene surged forward and hugged me. A pretty good trick, since I'd been pressed against Tami's back. "Oh, God, I can't believe it." Tami had stepped to the side when Darlene grabbed me and was watching us with an amused smile. Darlene noticed and let go of me so fast you'd think I had leprosy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I..." Tami stepped forward and hugged the other girl. "It's okay, he's pretty huggable." I put my arms around both girls and guided them into the space that had opened up in front of us. "How about I buy you two ladies lunch to celebrate." Tami looked around me at Darlene. "He's also a big spender." "I have a plan," I announced, sliding my arms around Robbie and Tami who'd been putting books in their lockers. "Should we be afraid?" Robbie asked. "Somebody should," I said and laughed maniacally. Which earned some strange looks from people in the hall. "Do you know what day this is?" "Uh, Wednesday," Tami ventured. "Exactly." The girls looked at each other, then me. "Is there more to it than that?" Tami asked. "We are halfway through the first week of our second nine weeks. We need to celebrate." "It was obvious," Robbie said, nodding to Tami. The girls closed their lockers, and we started up the hall toward lunch. Mike Rose came up, and I surrendered Robbie's back to his arm. "What kind of celebration did you have in mind?" Tami asked after Mike and Robbie slipped into an empty doorway for a quick game of tonsil hockey. "Well, Saturday, we're all going to the play. I thought after that we could have a Monopoly marathon." "Could be fun," Tami agreed nodding. "Oh, little one, my plan is lot more devious than that." "Really?" "Yeah. You know how my sister always beats us?" "I still think she cheats." "And you know how Zoe always beats us?" "She cheats too." "We'll invite both of them. Maybe they'll cancel each other out and one of us can win." Tami nodded. "Not bad. You might not be Fu Manchu when it comes to devious plans, but not bad." "I have my moments." TONY SIMS, ROBERTA TATE. PLEASE REPORT TO THE VICE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. I was sitting next to Tami in Journalism when the announcement came of the P.A. system. Tami looked at me accusingly. "What did you do now?" I shrugged. "Nothing I know about. Maybe they discovered one of my old crimes." I stood and started gathering my books. "You're not coming back?" The period had just started. "I doubt it, as long-winded as Parker is." "Try not to get suspended, March is three-and-a-half months away." I nodded, wondering if March was becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy. "I'll try, but it's not always easy." I got to the office first and waited for Robbie. When she saw me she spread her hands, palms out and looked at me questioningly. I shrugged. Robbie nodded and together we walked to Parker's door. I knocked. "Come!" his voice said from behind the door. I looked at Robbie and smiled, I hoped encouragingly. I opened the door. "You wanted to see us?" I asked in a tone I hoped would pass as respectful. "No, I didn't," he said without looking up. "But the P.A.?" "I had you called. Mr. Mulino would like to see you both." I wondered exactly what the standards were for a master's in education. "Wouldn't it have made more sense for the announcement to send us to the superintendent's office then?" Parker half stood, glaring at me. "Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?" "No. I just thought that would be more efficient. I don't pretend to know anything about running a school. I guess efficiency isn't important." I closed the door, hoping I hadn't gone too far. I really didn't want to get suspended, now or in March. Though more than one of my friends has suggested that I do it on purpose. "What's it all about?" Robbie asked as we walked down the hall. "Not a clue," I admitted. "Start any revolutions lately?" "Not in the last hour, hour-and-a-half. I do have a small coup scheduled for tomorrow. How bout you?" "Me? I'm a good girl. I just associate with a bad class of people." "Hi, Mr. Mulino wanted to see us," I told the secretary as we walked into the office. I realized that I didn't know her name, though I'd seen her a dozen times. She didn't have a nameplate on her desk. "He's waiting. Go right in." She nodded toward his door. "You've changed your hair," I said as we started back. She sat up straighter and primped the back of her hair. "How nice of you to notice." "It looks good," I added before leading Robbie to Mulino's door. "Brownie points," I whispered. "You can never have enough." Robbie laughed softly. "You've been watching Eddie Haskell on Leave It To Beaver reruns, haven't you?" "I try to learn life lessons wherever I can," I said and knocked. "Come in." I opened the door. Robbie walked in, and I followed before I noticed the three grown-ups seated in his office. "Your secretary said to come in, we knocked," I explained quickly, thinking we'd interupted a meeting. "It's okay Tony. We were all waiting for you." If it was Parker waiting with three strangers, I'd feel like an animal in a trap. With Mr. Mulino, I was only a little nervous." "Tony, Robbie, this is Robert Anolly, Tom Baxter, and Janet Martin." As he introduced them, they stood and shook hands with both of us, then sat back down. There was an awkward silence after he finished, the Mr. Mulino laughed. "I'm sorry," he apologized to his guests. "Tony is such a self-confident young man for his age. I was enjoying the look on his face. I kind of liked having him off-balance for once." Memo: Take Mr. Mulino off Christmas card list. Mr. Mulino looked up at us. "They're the committee from the Prentiss Foundation." Another silence. The name sounded a little familiar, but... "The play contest," Robbie blurted out. Mr. Mulino nodded. "Exactly, they're the judges for the play Saturday night." That wasn't helping. Our play lost. Janet Martin looked at us. "Did you two really write a whole musical in a month?" "Tony and his girlfriend did," Robbie said before I could act modest. "They wrote most of it in a weekend, though we tweaked it a little here and there. I just directed." "That's amazing," Baxter said. "They were hoping to see it," Mr. Mulino suggested. I wondered if one of the parents had videoed it. My mom talked about it but couldn't find the camera. "We were wondering if you'd consider an encore performance on Sunday," Anolly said. "We'd lov..." "That depends," I interrupted Robbie. "This wouldn't take anything away from Leslie's play? She's the school's choice." From the corner of my eye I saw Robbie ready to object, and I knew she was thinking about those two votes. I gave her my most intimidating look. I don't think she was intimidated, but she kept quiet. "No, it won't affect Inherit the Wind in any way. We just heard about some students writing a musical in a month, excuse me, a weekend, and Mr. Mulino was telling us how good it turned out. We were, are, curious," Baxter said. I could see Robbie going into executive mode. "I assume we can get the stage Sunday or Mr. Mulino wouldn't have asked us. I'll have to talk to all the cast members and see if they're available." "I'll be available," I said. "She'll hurt me if I'm not." "I can let you know by the end of the day," Robbie finished, ignoring me. It looked like I was back in show business.

The Day That Changes Emma's Life by HappyComet Chapter 5 Sunday morning, I woke up and it felt weird to me being naked in my bed. I thought I had a really weird dream until I slide my hand down to my pussy and felt that is was indeed ... hairless. The smell of breakfast was filling my room, and I was hungry. I remembered the “rules” and knew I had to remain naked. I went to the bathroom and closed the door. Every morning I used the toilet and brushed my teeth and brushed my hair. When I was using the toilet the door opened, and my mom said “Remember dear, you must keep the doors open at all times” turned and walked away. I finished in the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen, my parents were in there drinking coffee and eating breakfast. My dad looked up at me and gave me a big smile and said good morning. My mom said “ Good morning sweet girl, your plate is on the counter.” I walked in and I knew I better give them both a hug and a kiss and say good morning. So I walked over to my dad, his eyes were on me and looking me up and down. I leaned over and gave him a hug his arm went around my waist and he pulled me unto his lap. Yes, he was nude, I was sitting on his dick. He held me there for a few seconds and gave me a little kiss and told me to enjoy the breakfast and to hurry for we had plans today. As I got up he smacked my sore ass and I made my way over to my mom. As I approached she said “ Let me take a look at you, turn around slowly. Your sunburn looks better this morning. Come closer.” As I did her hand went right for my bald pussy and she felt it for a few seconds. And continued “ Still very smooth, and a little red. Turn around let me see your ass. Oh, that is still very red.” With that she reached out and rubbed her hand across my ass and asked “ Is that still sore?” I answered “ Yes, a little.” I turned around and gave her a hug and a quick peck on the cheek, and sat down to eat. I asked “What are we doing today?” My dad spoke up and said that we were going shopping. Your mom and I think it is time for you to start wearing some different clothing. So we are going to go to the mall and other stores today to get you a new wardrobe. Then we are going to a birthday party. I did not want to start the day off with a spanking so I just said, Oh that sounds like fun, but what I was saying in my head was, I like my clothes just the way they are. There is no telling what type of clothes my parents were thinking I should be wearing now... We finished breakfast I did the dishes. Then asked my mom what I should wear once we left the house. My mom answered “ I already laid your outfit out on your bed. You can only wear what is laying there, nothing else, understood?” I nodded my head and said yes. And my mom added “ You can go up there now and get dressed. We are planning on leaving soon.” I was looking forward to wearing something, since I had been naked for almost 24 hours. As I got to my room and looked at my bed I saw a cute summer dress and a pair of sandals and that was it ... No panties or bra. True, it was not like I have big breast but at least I had been wearing a 32a bra, but now my parents want me to wear only a summer dress to go shopping. I guess I should be happy that I had shoes to wear. I put on the dress, and it was fairly short mid thigh. As I bent over to put on my sandals, I felt a cool breeze on my ass and realized that if some one was behind me they could see my ass. I fixed my hair and headed to the living room. My parents were dressed and ready to go, my mom had on a matching summer dress. She told me to fix my hair in a double pony tail. Which I am sure my face said what I was thinking but I just turned and walked to the bathroom, and fixed it as she wanted. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked younger by a couple years. UGH! My dad called out and said to hurry up. I spoke up and said “Be right there” and made my way to them. My mom looked at me and said “ There that is much better” held her finger out making the come here gesture. Once I was standing next to her she grabbed the bottom of the dress and pulled it up, almost pulling it all the way off. I just stood there. Then I heard my dad say “Yes that will do nicely.” What I heard next made my heart stop. “Deb, make sure you grab the camera.” And he opened the front door. Then my mom let go of my dress, and grabbed her camera. As we drove, my dad asked me what I thought of all the changes. I told him that it was all very new to me and that I was not really comfortable with it all that has happened. Then I asked them about the Mathews. My dad said that Wil and he work together and have been friends for many years. This all started because of a bet. One day at work Wil wanted to bet on the game. I was 98% sure that the Green Bay Packers were going to beat the Chicago Bears. Wil was sure that The Bears were due and would bet something very valuable. I offered up $100 as a bet. He did not want $$$ but something personal and priceless. At first I did not get what he was saying, until he broke it down. He said if the Bears win then he wanted at least a dozen pictures of your mom, nude and if I won then he would give me a dozen pictures of his wife. His wife, as you know is very pretty, and I just knew that I was going to win ... Well, I lost and now had to talk your mom into allowing me to take some nude photos of her and part of the deal was your mom had to know that Wil was going to be looking at them. So that night I talked to your mom and told her that I lost a bet and she was the prize. I was very surprised when your mom agreed pretty quickly. She told me that she did not marry a man that did not pay his debts. She also added that if my husband thought it was a good idea to make this bet, along with the payment, then she would stand by her man. That night was a lot of fun. Your mom got out her camera and we took a lot of pictures over the next hour. Then we loaded them on the computer and selected the best 12 to give to Wil. Then we had some amazing sex. My mom and dad were giggling at this point but I was still in shock over what I was hearing. My dad continued his story. The following week Wil wanted to make another bet on his favorite team, the Bears. This time I won the bet and was given over a dozen photos of his wife Stacy. I was told that I should share them with your mom. That night I did. We looked over the photos. The first one was just her sitting on the bed, nude, giving a cute smile. Then next one was of her on her back with her leg spread showing her bald pussy and asshole. Each one got more and more revealing and she exposed herself in each pose. The last two show her sucking Wil’s dick. We were both pretty turned on at this point and had another great night. It was the following week the same bet was placed. The payment however was a little different. The loser had to take photos of their wife having sex. Those Damn Bears were doing pretty good at the start of the season and had won another game. Your mom was a little unsure but within a few minutes the camera was in action and so were we. We took many photos of us having sex in many different positions. Wil really liked the ones of us doing it doggy style. Things went back in forth for a few weeks. We had progressed to public nudity, to public sex, to this weeks current bet. We were to go to a club and I was to take pictures of your mom dancing with another man. She was to were a sexy dress no panties or bra and while on the dance floor, your mom had to expose her pussy and ass for the camera. This was the first week that your mom had removed the hair from her pussy using the laser tool. That night was an epic night of sex and we did not even do it at home. There was more laughing and my mom spoke up and said it was a great night. My dad then asked “So Em, do you have any questions so far?” I just looked at him and them my mom and said “ I ... don’t know ... It is just a lot to take in. We are a pretty normal family and the things you are talking about are not normal. The things that have happen to me yesterday are not normal. I ... just don’t know...” My dad took a moment then said “ Well, Em that may be true, but in the past few months your mom and have never been happier. We feel alive and it is fun to try new things. Though some of the things that we have tried might have seemed strange or even a little scary, but once we got over our fear, most of the things we really enjoy now.” My mom added “ Em, this is a big change and true we did this change over many months and for you it has been a day. Please trust us and know that we will make sure you never get injured, maybe a little pain, but even that I have learned to like.” As those words reached my brain, it sent a chill through my body. And I was screaming in my head “My mom likes a little pain! Who is this woman?!?” My dad continued his story. “Wil invited us over to a party at their house. It had been about 6 weeks since the last bet. This week Wil and I made a new bet. It was on a Basketball game that I knew little about. I figured that up to this time even if I lost I was winning. I don’t even remember the teams I bet on. I just knew that I had lost. I payment was your mom and I had to go to a party at Wil and Stacy’s house, and I had to follow Wil’s led at the party.” I remember the Friday night because my parents never left me alone, and made sure that I spent the night at my friend Tammy’s house. My dad continued his story saying “That night your mom and Stacy hit it off and became friends. Once everyone left the party, Wil and Stacy shared their desires for them to join them the next day, to visit the same beach we went to yesterday. After a short talk with each other, we agreed. We proceeded to head out back by there pool, and both Wil and Stacy stripped right there in front of us. We were a little shocked, but after a few minutes we too were nude, and swimming around. Wil started talking to me about how I was feeling, I admitting to him that it was really cool and that I was turned on. Wil laughed and said he was as well and that he thought your mom was very sexy. Wil then asked me if we ever shared ... I was not quite sure I knew what he was asking. He then made it very simple, he asked if we even swapped partners. I said no, but the idea was pretty hot, and even more so since Stacy was very good looking, and I kept trying to get a good look at her body. The music was playing and we ending up in the shallow end and started dancing. A couple songs went by when Wil cut in and we switched, he did not ask but was not demanding. So here I was dancing with a naked lady that I had only meet a couple times over the years. I watched your mom and Wil dance and Stacy got very close. So close that she had to feel my rock hard dick. After the song we got out of the pool and I thought that we were done dancing. Until Wil grabbed your mom and continued dancing, he did not try to hide his very erect penis. Stacy and I watched them for a few minutes, your mom looked at me a few times to make sure that I was ok with what was happening, I was. Stacy then grabbed me and we started to dance, Stacy then kissed me, and grabbed my cock and began to stroke me. I was so turned on that I was about to explode. My mom spoke up, right in the middle of my dad’s story and said “ Jack!? Are you sure you want to share this story with Em? My dad responded “Yes, I believe that she should know, I do not want to keep anything from her. This is part of our new lifestyle. We will share everything and have no secrets,” My mom responded with “Ok I will follow your lead” My dad laugh and said as you have since that night. My dad then continued his story. “As Stacy was stroking my very hard cock. I looked over and saw that Wil had his hands all over your mom. One on her breast and the other was sliding over her pussy. Needless to say that that night we experienced our first swapping, and it has not been our last.” I was getting turned on listening to the story and it was a little weird hearing what my parents have been doing. But it make sense why they were so comfortable with the Mathews last night. My dad said he would finish the story later. As he pulled into a parking spot at the mall. We all went into a few stores, looked around. I found a few things that I liked but not my parents. We went into the corner shop that did not look very big, my dad spoke with the store clerk and then we were escorted into the back of the shop. The back of the shop was triple the size of the front. And the clothes in there were very sexy and revealing. My mom and dad started picking things out that I would never wear. Miniskirts, and halter tops and short dresses, shirts that looked more like shredded cloth than shirts. They even grabbed a pair of pants that at first I was all for, until I seen them up close, holes all over the place, even one in front very close to where my pussy might be visible, and one that most definitely showed my ass crack. They had about 20 pieces and we went to the fitting room. The fitting rooms did not have doors!?! I was told to try on each piece and to step out a model each of them. I was to walk down the row about 15 feet then turn around and come back. I was not happy with this at all, since there was a few couples in the and a few men. I was then told to strip, and was given the first piece once I was naked. It was a mini skirt that barely covered my ass. I thought I would be given a shirt ... I was wrong. I was told to model it. The crowd grow quickly and then as I turned to walk back my heart stopped ... My mom was taking pictures. I was even given the shirt. Which I modeled. Then I was given the pair of pants, So I removed the skirt and carefully put on the pants, not so easy since there were so many holes. I was right, about my pussy being almost visible, I am sure if I was sitting down, and spread just a little it would be. It was like my mom was reading my mind. Because I was made to sit down and try on a pair of shoes. It was bad enough to have my ass crack exposed. Now here I was clothed but exposed. This went on for almost an hour. During that time I got many comments. Most were rude and embarrassing. But I was happy that no one was touching me, and only looking, although embarrassing, it did not cause me any pain, or pleasure. I was allowed to put on the dress I left the house with. We got some food at the food court, and was told to sit with my leg parted. Anyone looking would have seen that I was not wearing panties pretty easily. It was about one o’clock when we were finished eating. We walked around the mall for about 30 minutes when my dad said we needed to leave that we had some place to be. We left the mall and thought or rather hoped we were heading home but if I had learned anything the past day ... If I wanted it, it probably would not happen. Chapter 6 After about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of a very nice house. We all got out and knocked on the door and Stacy answered the door wearing a very skimpy bikini. She greeted each of us with a kiss and a hug. When she kissed me her tongue played with mine for a few seconds and her hands went to my ass and pulled my dress up. The door was still open and now anyone passing would have seen my naked ass. She proceeded to grope my ass, then with a smack she allowed me inside. And told me to go out back and enjoy the birthday party. In the back yard were about 30 people, ranging from just kids to people who could have been my grandparents. There was music and a BBQ even a bounce house for the kids. What I was not expecting was they were all nude! Wil walked up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss, just a peck but his hands went right to my dress and pulled it off in one smooth motion. Here I was once again naked, and in front of more people I did not know. He told me to enjoy the party and go make friends. With a smack on my ass he walked away. I decided to walk around a bit looking for a place to hide. Kids were in the pool playing Marco Polo. Adults were lounging around the pool. I got many looks and comments of hello. Most were very nice to me. I did see a few eject penises. Most of the people were in good shape and very good looking. I found an empty lounge chair and took a seat. It was right in the sun, and after only a few minutes my skin seemed to be on fire from my sunburn. So I got up and started to move the chair into the shade. An older man, who looked to be in his 50’s walked over and offered to help. I thanked him and he made small talk for a couple minutes all the while his eyes were checking me out. He said his name was Robert. And asked if I liked the party. He left after a hand shake. And I sat back down. The shade felt good and must have dosed off for a few minutes. The next thing I remember was someone pulling my hand, it was one of the kids asking me to come and play with him. Saying they needed another person to make the teams fair. I tried to refuse, but my dad was watching, and motioned for me to join. I dare not refuse, for I did not want a spanking here in front all these people. They were playing a pool volleyball in the shallow end. As I walked over there my dad’s story came to mind, this must have been where ... I was snapped out of my thought when the other kids started arguing over which team I would be on. I was not the oldest kid. He looked to be about 15. and spoke up saying that I had to be on the other team to make it fair. I was very weird seeing other kids naked, up till now I had only seen adults naked up close. Sure they were a few at the beach but not close. The kids here did not seem like it effected them. As I was getting in the pool and got up close to the boy on the other team I screamed in my head “OMG that is Kenny from the beach!” I was a little stunned. He spoke up saying “ Hi Em it is good to see you again.” I ask Kenny where his cousin Rebecca was, he answered “ Oh she working right now she should be her later.” My heart skipped a few beats and tried to focus on playing. We played the first game, it was pretty fun but my mom called me over. I ran over to where she and my dad were sitting. They were sitting next to a couple that I had not meet before. This couple was much younger than my parent. They looked to be in there 20s and she was very pretty, and he was very good looking as well, I could not help but look at his penis. It was bigger than my dad’s and it was erect. I could see the veins popping out on the sides. My mom got my attention. I blushed for I knew I had been caught looking. She spoke up and said “Em, I would like you to meet Jonny and Linda. I have known them about 6 months and has become very close. Jonny works at the same place as your dad. And they like making bets as well” The way she said it lead me to believe that they were very close and I could image that they bet the same things. I stepped up and shook Linda’s hand and said hello. Linda made a comment about how pretty I was and how she really like my pretty hairless little pussy. I blushed some more. Because now once more my pussy was the center of attention. Jonny agreed as I shook his hand. His eyes were looking right at my pussy. Then asked if I could turn around. I did, and he reached out and grabbed my ass. And said it looked very red and was very hot. My dad spoke up with out missing a beat and said “ Here Jonny, have some lotion. Make sure you get it everywhere. We don’t want her getting more sunburned. So once again I was being touched by a man I did not know. His slippery fingers were now on my body, first he started on my shoulders and went all the way down my leg. When he got to my feet he grabbed my calf and told me to put it up on the chair. I place my foot on the chair and was now giving him a great look at my backside. He told me to bend over and place my hand on the chair. This opened my ass checks and in this new position he was able to slide he fingers down my ass crack with ease. My dad spoke up and said “Em, make it easier for Jonny, and spread your cheeks.” I did as I was told, those spankings are no joke. As I gave Jonny a better view and access, he wasted no time and applied more lotion to my already slippery ass crack. I closed my eyes and just held that pose, while Jonny felt my body. There was nothing off limits, his fingers slide through my pussy lips and over my butthole. He worked the lotion into my skin and made his way down my legs. Then back up taking a few moment to play with my hairless and very exposed pussy. Making his way back to my shoulders he slapped my ass and told me to lay down on the lounge chair. As I did I looked around and saw that I had a audience. Many of the people at the party were watching. I spotted Kenny and he had a camera. He gave me a big smile, my attention was brought back by Jonny when he told Linda to join him. He told her to start at my left foot and work her way up and he would work on my right side starting from the top. Linda took little time to get next to me. Shae grabbed my leg and pulled it away. Spreading my legs wide enough so that everyone watching could get a good look. ( I knew that Kenny was getting more photos of my very exposed and now hairless pussy.) They were both working slowly and got to my midsection about the same time. Soon I had 4 hands on my bare pussy. It felt at one point both Linda and Jonny had a finger each inside of my pussy. Which was now on fire, I was so turned on. Not that I wanted to be but it was feeling really good. Then one of them started massaging my clit and the other I believe it was Jonny, put his thumb of the same hand that was inside my pussy, into my ass. It felt bigger then the fingers I had in there yesterday. I was so ready to have an orgasm, I fought it for as long as I could. But the stimulation was too much. Right there with all those people watching I came very hard and to my complete embarrassment I heard people clapping and whistling. Linda leaned in and whispered to me “That was so fucking hot! Thank you for allowing us this privilege.” I was stunned and all I could say “Thank you” My mom spoke up “Well, I do believe that she has been properly covered. Em, you can go play some more. Make sure you get something to eat and drink before you do.” I gave my mom a smile, and said ok. Then went over to the table were all the food and drinks were. I ate and then went back to playing volley ball. As the sun was going down we were all told that the birthday “boy” wanted to cut the cake. So we all gathered around Wil “the birthday boy” and sang happy birthday. He made a wish and blew out the candles. After we all ate some cake and ice cream, it was time for his birthday spanking. That was kind of fun to watch as the men took ahold of Wil and held him down, then all the ladies took turns giving him spankings. When they got to 45 they called me over and told me to give the last 3, I refused at first, until me dad looked at me, with “that look”. I step forward and saw his very red ass, and his hairless balls were dangling between his legs. I thought about hitting him as hard as I could, but then knew if I did I would get a spanking myself. So I just gave him 3 little smacks and then they all cheered. The music started back up and everyone started to dance. I was headed for the lounge chair when I was grabbed and spun around. It was my dad, He gave me a big smile and said “Em, I am very proud of you. You have been acting very good all day. I know this is all new to you but I am sure you will enjoy this new lifestyle as much as your mom and I do.” Then he spun me around as we did a few dance move, and as the song ended he dipped me pretty far down. The next song was a slow dance and he pulled me in very close to him. I could feel the heat of his skin on mine. My little breast were rubbing on the top of his belly. It was making my nipples get hard. I also could feel his semi erect penis rubbing on my belly. His hands were now on my ass, as we moved back and forth. His fingers were sliding through my ass crack. He then lifted my chin up and as he looked me in the eye. He kissed me and it was a little peck it was a full on make out kiss. He was now sporting a fully eject penis and he hand were a little aggressive. He even reached around a took my little breast and was squeezing it. Then he focused on my now eject nipple. The song came to an end and a man that helped me earlier with the chair stepped up and asked “Can I have this dance?” My dad looked at me and smiled, then passed me to this guy. Here I was naked, dancing with Robert I believe his name was. He was being very gentle. His hands were gliding over my backside and then grabbed my ass a few times but it was pretty soft and it sent chills through my body. I knew my pussy was starting to lube up pretty good. I was thinking that I needed to stop this and soon but knew I could not. Robert gave me one last squeeze and a little peck on my check and said “Thank you Em, that was a very nice dance. I hope we can do that again later.” I smiled and gave a nod. I thought here my chance to get off this dance floor but that thought was cut short. Kenny stepped up and started to dance with me. The song started and it was a one of those hip hop song that talked about stripping. Soon Kenny had me dancing, well it was more like grinding. He was behind me and held my hips as he gyrated his hips, forcing his very eject dick into the crack of my ass. He held me tight, and controlled my movements pretty well. At one point he spun me around, and dipped a little bit so now his cock was rubbing against my hairless pussy. He even grabbed one leg and pulled it up and held it against his hip. This caused his dick to now be rubbing along my very wet pussy lips. One hand was on my ass pulling me to him, the other on my leg keeping it on his hip. He soon was going to his own beat. I was not sure what he was doing. Then all of a sudden he tensed up and squeezed me very hard and I felt my pussy get even wetter as he jerked in front of me. He released my leg and ass and had an embarrassed look on his face. Without saying a word he just turned and walked away. I stood there for a moment trying to figure out what just happened. I felt stuff running down my leg and as I looked at it I released what just happened. I made my way quickly to the bathroom to clean up. Surely the rules do not apply here in this house, do they? I started to close the door when my mom blocked it and stepped inside the bathroom with me. “Em, the rules apply here as well, that is the second time I have told you about this. Doors must stay open.” My mom said “Sorry mom. I am a little grossed out right now and not thinking clearly. Did you see what happened? That Kenny kid just came on me out on the dance floor!” I said. “I know I saw it, so did many others. You guys were really getting down out there.” My mom giggled. “Here let me help get you cleaned up. Sit on the counter and spread your legs.” I did as I was told. My mom got a towel and got it wet and started to clean the sperm off my legs. She worked her way up to my pussy and took her time cleaning that whole area. “Oh my! It looks like a little may have gotten inside your pussy! My mom said. Then proceeded to use her fingers to feel the liquid that was around and inside my pussy. Then I about had another heart attack when she put her finger into her mouth and said. “Oh good, that is not Kenny’s sperm.” She return to my very exposed pussy and was searching for more of the liquid around and in my pussy. Then she held her finger up to my mouth. I opened my mouth and she put her finger inside and told me to taste it. I did, it tasted like me, it tasted good. “See it told you. Not Kenny’s sperm. Just your own pussy juice. He must have gotten you pretty hot out there on the dance floor.” My mom smiled as she said it. “Mom I have been aroused often today, not that I want to be, but when people start to touch me it starts that fire inside of me. Dad started it out of the dance floor. Then Robert made me fell really good. You are right about Kenny getting me very turned on. The way his dick was sliding over my ass crack and then my pussy lips was almost too much.” I said with a deep breath. “Let’s not forget what Johnny and Linda did to me earlier.” My mom smiled and said it was very hot for her to watch her little girl growing up and that she was glad that I was enjoying this new lifestyle. I did not answer, we finished cleaning up and rejoined the party. It was getting late and many people were saying goodbye. That left the 3 couples, Kenny and myself. We all were talking and enjoying some really good tasting fruity drink. Every time my glass was almost empty it was filled back up. After the second glass I was feeling pretty good, I started to sway to the music. I found out that Kenny was the grandson of Wil and Stacy and that Jonny also worked with Wil and my dad. Kenny’s parents were on vacation and would be back next week. My dad asked Kenny “How did you liked dancing with Emma?” Kenny responded quickly “I thought it was amazing! and would like to do it again.” Everyone was laughing then my dad spoke up “Well, Kenny you should be able to dance with Emma often, as we will be spending a lot of time together over the summer once school gets out.” That sent a chill through my body. I was hoping that we would be leaving soon, but I should have known that if I wanted it, it was probably not going to happen. “Honey, would you care to share your birthday wish with us all.” Stacy said as she looked right into my eyes. I knew my night was not over... Chapter 7 Here we are at Wil’s birthday party. I have been naked for most of the past 36 hours. Been made to expose my naked body while at a nude beach, my own home, the mall, and here at this party. I have been spanked while being naked in front people I hardly knew. I have had my picture taken by some kids at school and my mom, in many different very revealing poses. I have had fingers inside my now hairless pussy and ass for the first time in my life. I even had an orgasm at the hands of a couple I just met, while others watched it happen. All this with my parents full consent and encouragement. This has been a weekend that I would have never thought possible on this past Friday night. I now have a feeling in the pit of my stomach, that this night is not over for me... Wil smiled as said “Well, I did make a wish.” Then he turned and looked at me. So did everyone else. Once again I was the center of attention. My dad then said “So Wil, What is it that you wished for?” “I wished that I could spank Emma and then I wanted to taste some of her virgin pussy juice.” Wil said boldly and without any hesitation. “Well, Wil today is your birthday, and if that is your wish I am sure that Emma would love to help make your wish come true.” My mom said as she gave me a look that I knew meant that I better... I was feeling pretty good from whatever we were drinking. My body was already tingling all over about him wanting to taste my pussy juice. My brain was screaming “NO!” because of the spankings. I knew I really did not have a choice in the matter. So I Stepped towards Wil and said “ Where would you like me Wil.” The words came out of my mouth but I was sure that I did not say them. Wil pointed to a coffee table that was now on the dance floor and said “Emma I would like you to go there and get on top of that table, get on your hands and knees. I want your ass sticking up and your head touching the table. I also want your legs spread apart. Please go now and assume that position’” I just walked and did what I was told. Then everyone just stared at me for about a minute. Then they all walked over and started to circle me. Pretty soon everyone was taking turns touching me. I had hands everywhere on my body. Just sliding around feeling every part of me. They stopped when Wil spoke up. “Emma are you ready?” I shook my head and said. “ Yes. With a shaky voice. Wil got behind me and wasted no time. His first strike was not very hard but it was enough to bring tears to my eyes. Then then said “Ok everyone, you each get 2 swats.” For the next couple minutes I was spanked by each of the 7 people there. When they were done I was told to lay on my back and put my feet on each side of the table and touch the ground. As soon as I was in that position I felt something warm and wet sliding from my knee towards my exposed and somewhat aroused pussy. I looked up to see that it was Wil making his way up my leg. When his tongue made contact with my smooth pussy all the air I had in my lungs escaped instantly and I tensed up as if someone had just shocked me. What followed was something I would not have expected. I was in pure ecstasy. The feeling from his tongue was magical. It was very hard to stay still and my breathing was getting very ragged. The next thing that I felt was someone was now twisting my nipple. Within a few seconds another set of fingers were playing with my other breast and nipple. As I was on the verge of have my second orgasm of the day. Everyone stopped. “Stacy, would you like to taste this vey delicious virgin pussy.” Wil said. “You know that I would!” Stacy moaned. What threw me for yet another head spinning moment. Stacy crawled over my body starting at my head. She had her head at my very wet pussy. I could feel her body all around mine. I opened my eyes only to be greeted with Stacy’s very wet and hairless pussy only inches from my face. I was getting a very close up look at this older woman’s pussy. Then I felt her tongue working on my pussy. Within a few seconds I felt a finger sliding into my pussy with ease. I was so wet that it slide in without any effort. Once again, I was nearing the point of no return. I was going to cum but my mind went blank, when I felt Stacy’s pussy start to rub on my nose. Stacy was moving her pussy on my face. She paused a moment from the assault on me and said “Emma, return the favor and eat my pussy as I am doing to you.” She did not smell bad, and her juices were all over my face. My mind was still in a fog but I did as I was told. My tongue slipped out of my mouth and was quickly right inside of a very wet and surprisingly not bad tasting pussy. I began to cum and I felt myself clamp down on the finger that was inside of me. My body tensed up even more than it did earlier that day. I moaned but it was not heard for Stacy’s was firmly on my mouth. I was having a hard time breathing and began to try to escape but all that did was make Stacy push down harder. I began to relax and for a couple minutes I just really focused what was going on. Stacy began to speed up and gyrate her hips. My tongue was getting tired and then it happened. Stacy came and filled my mouth with so much pussy juice I thought that she might have peed on me. The taste was stronger than before and I did my best to not die from not breathing. I was so relieved when Stacy removed herself from my face and I could breathe. I was not really thinking of the finger inside of me until Wil spoke up and said “Ok Em, time to repay the favor.” I was not sure what to do until Wil Spoke up “ Em I want you on your hands a knees again.” I did as I was told and got into position. I took that time to look around and was my mom taking pictures. My dad was rock hard and was stroking his cock. Kenny was there talking to Rebecca. ( “OMG Rebecca is here now!” I said to myself) Yes I was the center of attention once again. Wil got right in front of me and put his very hard cock right to my lips. I thought to myself there is no way he wants to put that in my mouth. I was wrong once again. “Em open your mouth and let in me. Be careful not to have your teeth touch my dick. Move your tongue around and then suck on it a bit.” Wil said as my mouth opened and he slide in. I knew I was being watched and having photos taken of me performing oral sex for the first time. I had no idea what to do, so I just did as he had said. Wil was getting into it and started speeding up his in and out motion. Then I felt hands on my ass. They were kind of rough and wasted no time in finding my wet hairless pussy. It felt as if they had a couple fingers inside of me. That lasted a few minutes and then stopped. Wil was getting more aggressive with his thrust into my mouth and then he tensed up and my mouth was being filled with his sperm. I did not know what to do. I just knew I needed air. I started to back away and Wil grabbed my hair and said that I needed to swallow as much as I could. I did as I was told and kept his dick inside my mouth and stayed there until he finished emptying himself into me. I thought I was done for the night. I mean what more could they do to me? Well as I started to back away from Wil I was meet with someone behind me. I looked back and saw my dad. He reached out and grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. He told me to keep moving to the edge of the table. My feet were now hanging off the table and my dad move right behind me. He began sliding his dick up and down from the top of my ass crack all the way to my clit. I heard the clicking of the cameras. My mom and Kenny were both busy taking photos. My dad only did the sliding thing for about a minute. Then he shifted a little and then I felt it. His cock was right at the entrance of my pussy. I was very turned on but I did not want to have sex and I really did not want my first to be my dad. If I have learned anything this weekend, it was what I want matters very little. Then I felt it, a push, the pressure, then the giving way as my dad busted my cherry and slide his dick into me. He did not stop until he could go no more. He paused a few seconds allowing my mom to get a close up of her husband’s dick inside her daughter’s no longer virgin pussy. Then he slide almost all the way out and paused again. More photos were taken and then he slide all way back in. I am sure pictures were still being taken but my dad did not stop. He moved slow and steading. Just sliding almost all the way out, then all the way back in. He spoke for the first time since this started “Deb, your daughter feel fantastic! I don’t think that I will last much longer.” Then he speed up and starting pushing a lot harder. When he changed his tactics it sent a wave through my body and he starting hitting a spot inside of me that was awaken for the first time and it felt amazing! My dad was going faster and faster and pushing harder and then all of a sudden he lounged forward and went deeper than I would have ever thought was possible and that is when I lost it. I came once more and this time I was being fucked! After what seemed like several minutes I opened my eyes to see the people clapping and yelling. I was embarrassed once again. Here I was once again naked in front of a lot of people, only this time I had my dad’s dick inside of me. My mom stepped over and told my dad that she needed to help me get cleaned up. He agreed and then slide out of me slowly. As soon as he was out. I felt a lot more wetness coming out of me. My mom helped me up and we went into the bathroom. Chapter 8 My alarm went off Monday morning and I woke up in my bed Naked. I had to go to school today so I slowly made my way out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. My head was still foggy and I was trying to remember when and how I got home last night. As I walked into the bathroom I went to close the door, but it was gone! They took the door off! Ugh! I sat down on the toilet a began to pee, as on cue my nude dad was there in the doorway watching my pee. “Good Morning Em, How did you sleep?” my dad asked. I just looked up at him and thought to myself for a second, Really how am I doing? This weekend has been hell! I have been made to be naked, forced to allow strangers to touch my body, been spanked more times than I have my whole life, while being naked and people watching. Hundreds of photos of my naked body in different very revealing posing have been taking. I have had fingers inside my now bald pussy. I gave my first blowjob to a guy that I only met the day before and to top it all off ... My dad took my virginity while at a party with people taking photos and watching the whole thing ... How am I doing?!?!?!? “I am doing good dad, Thanks for asking” I said, instead what I had just thought. “Em, I know this weekend has been a lot for you. I just want you to know that I am proud of you and that I love you.” He said as he watched me grab some tissue and wipe my very sore pussy. He saw the discomfort on my face and ask me to follow him. He lead me to his bed where my mom was still lying in bed. He told me to lay on my back so they could take a look and make sure everything was ok. My mom moved around and patted a place on the bed and I crawled over the bed and then laid down. My dad took each of my feet and spread them as far as he could go. My mom then started to feel around my pussy and asshole. “Em, does thing hurt?” She asked in a concerning mom voice. “Yes mom, it is very sore, I have had more fingers, tongues and even a dick inside of me for the first time ever over this weekend. And have been spanked very hard as well. So yes it is all very sore.” I said without trying to sound mean. Then my dad slide his lubed finger all the way inside of my hairless pussy and then asked. “Em, how does this feel?” “That too is very sore. Please take it out.” I responded He did not, what he did do was start to saw it in and out of me, then my mom made her way down to watch. Which she did for a minute, then to my surprise she ran her tongue along my very sore pussy. “Don’t worry honey I will kiss it and make it feel better.: my mom said between her licks. It did start to feel a little better, then my dad, who was very erect, Presented me with his dick. I open my mouth to take him inside. “Wil got to see how well you can give head, now it is my turn” my dad said as he slipped his dick into his daughter’s mouth. While I was trying to concentrate on sucking his dick my mom made it difficult because she was doing a very good job of eating my forever hairless pussy. After a few minutes of this my dad had us all switch to a different position. He wanted mom on her back and me on my hands and knees with my pussy right over her face. And her pussy was now right in front of my face. My mom wasted no time and started probing my pussy and even my ass. And then dad said, “OK Em, return the favor and suck on your mom’s pussy.” I did not want to do this but I knew I had no choice. After a minute my dad got between my spread legs and starting rubbing his dick up and down my slit. As he worked the head of his dick into my pussy my mom kept her assault on my clit. Within a minute he had his entire dick inside of his daughter once again. This time though his wife was participating ... I about jump off the bed when I felt my mom slide a finger into my asshole. This way too much and I came right there! My pussy was spasming around my dad’s penis. Which started a chain reaction. My dad began to unload his sperm into the very back of my pussy. Then my mom came and I tasted her juices as they flowed out of her. As soon as we all calmed down and my dad slowly slide out of me ... my mom attacked my pussy and started to clean out the sperm, she would suck on her husband’s dick for a minute then go back to her daughter’s freshly fuck smooth pussy... After a few minute my mom was done cleaning us both up. I was told to take a shower and get ready for school ... As I got slide off the bed and headed toward the bedroom door. My dad said “Em, you have a great body and your tight little pussy feels amazing, I am looking forward to enjoying you often, and watching others enjoy you as well.” Did he just say that other people were going to fuck me?!?! and he was going to watch?!?! I did not answer him, just looked at him gave a smile and headed for the shower. As I got into the shower and started cleaning my body I started thinking of all the things that had happen to me over this weekend. While I was thinking about all the new things that I was made to do my body responded and my nipples got hard and my pussy began to tingle. I yelled at myself NO! this is not ok ... I did not want any of those things. I thought about last night and how there were people watching my dad fuck me for the first time and how there were pictures being taken of the whole thing. I remembered my mom helping clean me up afterwards. Then I remembered something else, it was a little foggy I think I had too much to drink of that birthday punch. I kind of remember that Kenny came into the bathroom with me and my mom. I told then that I was tired and I think they both carried me into a room so I could sleep. I had flashes of Kenny touching my past out body. Another flash and he was between my spread legs and licking my pussy. The next thing that came to mind was Kenny on top of me, kissing me, and I felt his dick sliding up and down my slit. The next flash I remembered was him cleaning my body. DID Kenny fuck me too last night?!?! OMG I can’t believe my parents would let that happen!!! I tried to forgot the images that flashed into my mind and got out of the shower and dried off and went to my room. I heard my mom and dad having sex in their room next door. My mom was loud and saying things I never heard her say before ... I looked on my bed and saw clothes that were laid out, it was one of the outfits that they had picked out at the mall. It was a short skirt and a very tight fitting top. I was happy to see that there was a pair of panties there ... Even if they were a G-String ( that I have never worn before this weekend) and the part covering my front was not covering much at all... I got dressed, and I felt very uncomfortable with how I looked. I mean I was not a slut, and yet that is what I looked like. I did my hair into a single ponytail like my mom had told me to do and then heading to say good bye to my parents. I stood at their doorway and said. “ Ok mom and dad I am off to school. I hope you guys have a great day.” I turned to walk away but my dad “ Oh Em, come in here and let us look at you.” I did as I was told, my dad let out a wolf whistle and my mom said “WOW Emma, you look very sexy, turn around please, oh very nice! Now spread your legs a little and behind over and touch the ground. OH WOW! Emma that G-String looks great on your perfect little ass.” I stood up and said thank you and asked if I could go. My dad said “ Sure kid have a good day at school, come give me a kiss first.” With that I went over to my parents where my dad was still inside my mom. I crawled on the bed and got next to my dad and gave him a kiss. He return my kiss with a hungry kiss. His tongue wiggled into mine and as he kissed me my mom started to feel my ass. She slide her finger under the very thin fabric running down my ass crack and slide her finger right over my butthole and kept going all the way through my pussy and rubbed my clit for a few seconds. My dad started to fuck my mom again ... His hips were moving pretty fast now and within a minute he unloaded his seed into his wife. He stopped kissing me and my mom stopped working her fingers on me. She then gave me a quick kiss and told me to behave myself at school. I crawled off the bed but not before my dad had somehow was able to smack my ass. I said goodbye. And heading for school.

The Naughty Babysitter by Undeniable Urges Summary - Four rambunctious boys learn how to be naughty. “Kids!” Helen Hilliard yelled, “Come meet your new babysitter!” Helen held open the door and the scent of a warm, spring evening swept into to her suburban home. Sixteen year-old Kristen Steward shyly stepped inside the foyer and Helen immediately noticed how young and pretty Kristen was. She experienced a pang of jealousy thinking of husband’s reaction to their new babysitter, but, Kristen was experienced, came with good recommendations, and could drive a car; always a huge plus when hiring a babysitter! Kristen was still dressed in her Catholic school uniform; plaid skirt, white blouse, white stockings and black patent-leather shoes held in place with a single strap. The young lady slipped aside as Helen closed the door. Kristen kept her eyes looking downward beyond her firm, developing breasts. She set down her book bag and briefly met Helen’s glance once again. She smiled shyly, showing off her perfect white teeth behind her full, plump lips. Her long, dark hair framed her pretty face and bright brown eyes. They both looked up suddenly, hearing the stampede of pounding feet coming down the hallway. Four energetic boys rounded the corner and stopped abruptly, crashing and pushing at each other. They stared at their cute babysitter in surprise with their mouths hanging open. Their old babysitter had recently retired and moved to Florida. Good riddance! She was old, mean and had bad breath. This babysitter promised to be lot more fun! “Kristen, these are my boys,” Helen said proudly, gesturing to her children. “John and James, the twins, are almost ten, Kevin is eleven and Paul is twelve; say hello to Kristen, boys.” A cacophony of loud greetings assailed Kristen’s ears. “Hi, Kristen!”, “Hello!”, “How’s it hanging?”, “Nice to meet you, Kristen!”, and “Do you like video games, Kristen?” “Hi John! Hello James, Hi Kevin; hanging good, thank you, Nice to meet you too, Paul!” Kristen said, giggling, smiling, shaking hands and nearly laughing out loud, thoroughly enjoying the boy’s enthusiasm. “And, yes, I LOVE to play video games, John, or is it James? What games do you have?” “Yaaay!” the boys yelled. James and John took her by each hand and tugged her into the living room to show off their video games and explained the subtle differences between the two of them. “Kids, show Kristen around while I finish getting ready!” Helen told her young boys. “It looks like you will get along just fine,” she said to Kristen and smiled at her brightly before walking down the hall to towards her bedroom. The boys showed Kristen their video games and then dragged her thru the house. “Here is the kitchen! Here is the bathroom! Here is the guestroom (where you’ll sleep if you ever stay the night!)” Then, they led her to their bedroom. Two sets of bunk beds lined opposite walls. “Here is where I sleep!” Paul said proudly, showing off his lower bunk. Since he was oldest, he got to choose his bed, of course. “We sleep here!” John and James said, pouncing on the other bed. “Sometimes we take turns sleeping on the upper bunk, but mostly, we just sleep together on this one!” The twins happily bounced on the lower bed. Kristen noticed that Kevin seemed a little distant. Typical middle child, she thought. She decided to cheer him up. “This must be your bed, Kevin!” Kristen said, patting the top bunk above Paul’s bed. She impulsively climbed on the stairs and bent over the top rail, spreading her hands on the wrinkled bedspread and slapping her hands on the firm mattress. “It’s a nice bed! What a view you have from up here!” she said cheerfully, looking out the large window. “You can see everything!” The boys looked at her long legs encased in her white stockings. They followed the curve of her legs upwards, passed the back of her knees, passed her soft thighs and stopped and stared at her panty covered butt. Kristen seemed oblivious to the scintillating view she was providing the young boys. James and John climbed off of their bed to get a better view and brazenly peered up her short skirt. The brothers were always talking about pretty girls and breasts and stuff, and now, there was a real, live, pretty girl in their own bedroom! Paul was still on his bed and quickly bounced over to lie on his back and stared openly through the ladder rungs at the spot between her legs, ever so curious. Kevin was still standing behind Kristen, his head craning upwards. The boys had never seen a girl’s panties before, at least not up close, and never on a much older, sexy teenage girl! “Wow, Kevin, I bet you lie in your bed and stare out the window all night long!” Kristen said innocently, looking out the window for a long while, as if she found something interesting to look at. She rocked her legs back and forth; first putting her weight on one foot and then the other. Her ass cheeks twitched with each deliberate motion. The bed creaked. The boys stared. “Kids!” Helen yelled from the kitchen, “Kristen! We are ready to go!” Kristen slowly climbed down the ladder. The boys all turned away guiltily and avoided her gaze. They pretended they had not been peeking at her panties, except John, who stared at Kristen with his eyes wide and a huge stupid grin on his face. Kristen smiled back at him and tousled his hair before leaving the room to find her benefactors. Kristen was introduced to Jim, Helen’s good looking husband, before he left to start the car. She gave him a shy, demure smile before he left. He was very handsome, but Kristen really didn’t care for older men. She preferred younger guys. She had her share of furtive make-out sessions with boys her own age, and, she experimented with an older male teacher, but found them too demanding, rough, and essentially unappealing. She wanted to tease them while maintaining her innocence, to be in charge and stay in control. Younger boys provided those opportunities and they were so very grateful. Helen provided Kristen some final instructions for the night; bedtime, snacks, emergency phone numbers etc, before Jim’s impatient horn honking interrupted them. “Go…, get out of here…, have fun! Stay out as late as you want! And, don’t worry about a thing! I know how to take care of little boys!” Kristen told her. The door slammed. Kristen smiled. She looked at the four anxious faces staring at her. They looked at her pretty face, her white blouse, her straining bosom and her long legs. “You are a lot prettier than Mrs. Kaplan!” Kevin blurted out and then immediately turned a bright shade of red. He looked at the ground in embarrassment. Then he looked up and stared at her breasts. They were heaving up and down as Kristen chuckled at her newest admirer. “Why, thank you Kevin,” Kristen said, noticing the object of his stare. She pushed out her breasts just a little more. She looked around and noticed every young boy was staring at her firm, round breasts. She waited a few moments before Paul finally looked up and met her eyes and bemused smile. “Did you all stare at Mrs. Kaplan’s boobs too?” she said grinning at their imminent embarrassment. The boys immediately looked away, shamed at being caught staring at their new babysitters breasts. Kevin, however, took offence at the notion of ogling Mrs. Kaplan’s tits. “No way,” Kevin replied, “She’s old and smells bad!” “And, I’m young and…what?” Kristen walked up to Kevin and pressed up against him. His face pushed into her diaphragm, his forehead touching hr bosom. “Do I smell good?” she asked, hugging him and squeezing him into her soft, warm body. Her long, dark hair tickled his face. Kevin took a deep breath. “You smell great, Kristen!” he said, looking up at her smiling. She smelled clean and perfumed. Her breath smelled like bubblegum and her hair smelled like berry flavored candy. His brothers were so jealous! “Can I smell you again?” Kevin asked, wanting to squeeze and be squeezed by her again. “Sure you can!” Kristen said. “No! We want to smell her too! You already had a turn, Kevin!” John and James yelled. They both hugged their new babysitter around the waist and sniffed deeply. “Yeah, you smell real nice!” They couldn’t really discern anything special about her thighs and skirt, but didn’t want to let her go either. “Smell her hair!” Kevin said, “It smells like candy!” The twins excitedly jumped up and down to smell her hair and Kristen squatted low to let them fondle and smell her long, fragrant hair. “It does smell like candy!” John and James said. “Do you want to smell me too, Paul?” Kristen asked the oldest boy. He was standing a couple feet away, trying to act cool and mature. She stood up slowly. The twins let go of her hair and Kevin tore his eyes away from cleavage. “Well, maybe a little,” he said. Kristen walked up to him. When he shyly looked down at the ground as she approached, Kristen quickly popped a button on her blouse. She stood before him with her arms wide. “Ready?” she asked. Paul looked up and found himself staring at her cleavage. Kristen squeezed him tight, pressing his face into her breasts. He tried to look down her shirt, having been given a perfect vantage point and nearly forgot to smell his sexy babysitter. Kristen wiggled her chest a bit making sure Paul got a good whiff of the sweet perfume she had sprayed between her titties before she arrived at his house. Kristen finally pulled away and smiled at Paul. He stammered, “You..., you smell really good, Kristen, and soft too!” “I smell soft?” she teased. “Oh, you mean my breasts are soft!” Kristen squeezed her breasts in front of the astonished boys. “Yes, they are very soft! Thanks for noticing, Paul!” The way she said ‘Paul’ made him fall in love with her. Each of the boy’s felt very special being around her. They had never had a girl let them smell her before. Kristen felt very loved, very desired, and very sexy! “Can I smell you again?” Kevin asked. “Of course,” Kristen replied, opening her arms invitingly. Kevin ran up and stood before her. He stared at her breasts and got up on his tip-toes to get a face full of tit like his older brother. Kristen bent her knees to lower herself and pulled Kevin’s face between her breasts, hidden behind her white blouse. She looked around at Kevin’s brothers as they stared at him between her breasts, pressing his face into her cleavage and turning his face to the left and then to the right. Kevin finally pulled away. “They are soft!” he said, starting at the place his face had just been. “Hey, you’re supposed to smell me, not feel how soft my boobies are!” Kristen cried in feigned indignity. “Our turn!” the twins yelled. “We want to feel ‘em too! I mean, we want to smell your boobies too!” “Let’s go sit down, boys,” Kristen said, leading the boys into the living room. She sat on the couch. “OK, your turn John and James. One last sniff, OK?“ The twins jumped on the couch on either side of the young babysitter and pressed their faces into Kristen’s tits, rubbing their cheeks on her full, round breasts, feeling her softness. The twins pulled away and sat next to Kristen. They both took a hand and began to touch her palm and play their fingers upon her delicate, hands, wrists, and painted fingernails. The played with her hair and smelled that too. Kristen’s shirt was stretched by all the attention. Her bra strap and a lacy encased breast were partially exposed. The boys had never been so close to a pretty young girl before. It made them feel funny, a little bit dizzy, and for some reason, their little wieners started getting hard. “You are cool babysitter, Kristen!” Paul said. The other boys all agreed. They stared at her cleavage. “You like looking at my boobs, don’t you boys?” Kristen said. The boys all jerked their heads up; again caught and shamed at being caught. “It’s OK, you can look at them,” Kristen said, pushing out her breasts again. “I don’t mind if you look. I know you are probably very curious about girls and boobs and stuff.” “You don’t mind if we look at your breasts?” Paul said, using the most grown up word he knew to talk about a lady’s tits. “I’m used to it, Paul. I’ve sat for a lot of naughty, little boys before. They are always trying to look down my top, or look up my skirt, or other naughty things…,” Kristen ran her finger up and down her cleavage. She opened her legs a little, relaxing on the couch. “Didn’t they get in trouble for trying to peek at you…, and the other things they did?” Kevin asked, “…those naughty boys?” “Oh heaven’s no! Not by me anyway! For getting silly over a pretty girl? It’s perfectly natural for little boys to want to peek at a girl. Didn’t you ever see your dad stare a cute lady, or didn’t you ever try to see your mom naked?” “John and I saw her bobbies once!” James said excitedly, “We came in the bedroom to ask her something and she didn’t see us until she turned around. Her breasts were all round and jiggly. She covered them up and yelled at us to get out of her room!” “I saw dad staring at a pretty girl at the beach, once. He kept looking at her butt, until Mom made him stop!” Kevin said. “I heard mom and dad, uh…, ‘doing it’ before,” Paul said, trying to sound grown up in front of his sitter. He had a vague idea of what his mom and dad were doing. He heard his mother moaning and their bed creaking. It made his dick hard. He had jacked off listening to them. “Doing what?” Kevin and the twins asked. “Never mind about that,” Kristen said, changing the subject, “Want me to tell you a secret,” Kristen whispered. “Yeah!” “What?” the boys said, getting closer to her. “Girls like to look at boys too!” “They do?” “Yep, remember those naughty boys I told you about? They used to run around in just their underwear all the time! Sometimes, they would pull them down and try to make me look at their butts!” “No!” said John and James, imaging showing their pretty babysitter their naked butts. “They didn’t!” said Paul, thinking that being a naughty boy might be a lot of fun! “Did you like looking at their butts?” “Well, they had very cute bottoms,” Kristen admitted. “Did you see their wieners too?” asked Kevin. His wiener was getting stiff in his underwear right now! “Well, I shouldn’t say,” said Kristen “A girl shouldn’t kiss and tell!” “You kissed them?” exclaimed Kevin. “That’s not what she meant!” Paul corrected his younger brother. “You didn’t kiss them did you, Kristen?” he added. “Well, I’ll just say that they were very, very naughty boys. I think they were my favorite boys of all time…” Kristen looked off into the distance and smiled. Kevin wanted to be her favorite boy! She was very cute and made him feel funny inside. He wanted to see her breasts and butt and he wanted to show her his hard wiener too! His brothers were thinking the same thing! “Are you sure they didn’t they get in trouble?” Paul asked. “Well, of course, I never told on them!” Kristen said. “Besides, I kinda liked all the attention!” Kristen smiled at them and wiggled her boobs. “They were very good boys, just very naughty! But, if their parents ever found out what naughty, dirty things they did to me, they would probably be spanked really hard and sent away to reform school forever!” “Forever?” said Kevin. “Reform school?” the twins said. “Yeah, that is a really bad school they send bad kids where the teachers can spank you and you have to eat really bad food.” Paul said, knowingly. “You boys would never tell on each other, would you?” Kristen asked, bending over and squeezing her breasts with her arms. Her tits looked like they were about to pop out of her shirt! “No!” the boys said, “Never!” They all said, nodding their head in agreement. “Cross your heart and hope to die?” Kristen asked. “And stick a needle in our eye!” they replied in chorus. “And you never told on them either?” Paul asked. He was used to his brother’s trying to get him in trouble all the time, so he was being cautious. “Promise?” “Cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die-and-stick-a-needle-in-my-eye!” Kristen said. When she crossed her heart, her breasts jiggled under her finger tip. Kristen looked around and the boys. They looked deep in thought, occasionally glancing at her breasts. “Do you guys want to play video games or something?” she asked. Silence. They had other games in mind. “Can you tell us more about those other boys?” John and James asked, pressing their faces into her breasts. “Yeah, what else did those naughty boys do?” Kevin asked, climbing into Kristen’s lap and stroking her long, black hair. He looked down at her tits. “Oh, the things they did to me!” Kristen said fondly. “Besides running around in their underwear, those naughty boys would sometimes grab my breasts or my butt and say ‘Beep!’ like my titties and ass were a horn or something! Oh they would surprise me!” “What else?” “What else?” the twins asked. This was exciting! They stared at her breasts wondering if they could ever get the nerve to grab Kristen’s boob and feel how soft and squishy it was! “Oh, they were always stealing my panties and bra and hiding my stuff. I would have to be so careful when I looked around for my things, so I wouldn’t show off a naked boob or let them see my ‘hooha’. “Your ‘who-hah’? Kevin said? “What’s a ‘who-hah’?” “Her girl-parts,” Paul said knowingly. “Girl-parts?” James said quizzically, looking at his brothers. “Boys and girls are different down there, dumb-ass.” Paul said, pointing down to his crotch. “Girls don’t have wieners?” John said, surprised. He knew girls had boobs, but he assumed boys and girls were the same otherwise. He was now very curious now about what a girl might have between her legs! “How did they steal your underwear?” John continued, wondering how to he could take them and then get to see her ‘hooha’. “You mean my ‘bra and panties’?” Kristen asked. John nodded, “Yeah, your ‘bra’ and your ‘panties’. He blushed, still nodding. “Well, I like to take them off when I pee, so I don’t get them all messy.” The boys agreed with her, not really understanding, but knowing that girls are complicated; their mother was always in the bathroom, like, forever! Who knows what she was doing in there for so long! “And, those naughty boys followed me and tried to peek at me while I was peeing!” The boys eyes grew wide, imagining how their babysitter might pee with her unimaginable ‘girl-parts’. “Well, one of those naughty boys took them off the counter when I wasn’t looking!” Kristen said, looking at John and James, then at Paul and Kevin. “I’m so silly that I usually forget to lock the door and I always pee with my eyes closed.” Kristen face was a blank expression. She looked dazed and confused. “Uh, what were we talking about?” she asked. “We were talking about you peeing and the naughty boys that took your panties!” James said, helping their silly, forgetful babysitter. “Oh, yeah!” Kristen said. “They took my panties and my bra and hid all of my stuff! They looked so naughty wearing just their underwear with their hard, little wieners poking out, and spying on me while I looked for my stuff and playing the ‘Beep’ game with me! Oh, they were so bad!” She looked at her little charges, smiling widely and then stared blankly at the wall. “We had such fun that day,” she said, taking a deep breath and sticking out her breasts. “Aaaahhhh,” she sighed, as if she was remembering her favorite, naughty, little boys. She spread her legs and closed her eyes, as if she was sleepy. She scratched an itch under her bra, pushing more of her breast out from under her bra. Her hand accidently pushed her blouse open some more. The boys stared at her. Paul impulsively sat on the floor in front of Kristen and turned his head sideways to peek under her skirt. He could see her white panties! He stared to get closer but first looked up at her face. He saw her looking down at him and smiling, she wasn’t mad at him at all! She turned and looked at the other boys peeking at her breasts. “Hmmm, I’m beginning to think you guys are all naughty little boys too!” The boys shook their heads enthusiastically in agreement. They all wanted to be naughty boys and see Kristen’s girl-parts! “Oh, we are going to have such fun!” Kristen said. “Beep!” said John, grabbing Kristen’s boob and grinning wickedly. He had been staring at her soft breast and wanted to touch it so badly! “Oh!” said Kristen, surprised at having her breast grabbed and squeezed. “Beep!” said James, grabbing her other breast. “Oh, you naughty boys!” Kristen said standing up. “I bet you are going to be just like those other naughty boys!” She put her hands on her hips and glared at the impish twins. She began to fidget and pressed her legs together. She bounced up and down. “Oh! I have to pee!” she said. “I’ll be right back!” Kristen turned and began to walk quickly away, but not before giving a bounce squeezing her legs closed again. “Beep!” said Kevin, and grabbed a hand-full of Kristen’s panty covered fleshy ass-cheek as she walked by. Not to be outdone and feeling left out, Paul, being the oldest sibling and feeling the full weight of leadership responsibility, grabbed both of Kristen’s ass cheeks and yelled loudly, “Beep, beep!” as he groped her. He had never touched a girls butt before. Kristen’s ass was soft and full under his fingers. With a shake of her ass and a flash of her white panties, Kristen gave a laughing snort and quickened her pace to the bathroom, giggling the entire way. “What do we do now, Paul?” Kevin asked his older brother. The four gathered around and began to conspire. “Yeah, what do we do?” John said, “I want to see her ‘hooha’!” “Me too!” said James. “Quick, take off your pants everyone!” Paul ordered. He dropped his pants on the floor. His wiener was stiff and poking at the cloth of his underwear. “Shirts too!” Everyone complied. “Now, follow me!” The boys got in a line behind him. Paul heard their giggles and turned around to shush them. “Shhhhh! Be quiet!” They tiptoed down the darkened hallway, dressed only in their socks and underwear, to the bathroom. Kristen sat on the toilet, waiting patiently. Her bra and panties were folded neatly on the counter near the door. She had left the door cracked at least three inches wide. The bright lights of room glistened on the shiny porcelain and her spread legs. Her skirt was bunched up in her lap. She heard the boys trying to sneak their way down to the door. Boys were never quiet. She waited with her eyes closed until she heard them at the door. When she was sure they were peeking, she let loose her urine stream. “Aaaaahhhh,” she sighed as she loudly tinkled into the toilet. “She’s peeing sitting down!” John whispered. They boys were huddled by the door, peering at Kristen intently. “Is she pooping?” James asked in a hushed voice. “Shhhh!” Paul said. He was staring at her, hoping to see some of her naughty-parts, but her skirt was in the way. The thick stream finally ended after a few extra splashes, some loud drips, and another contented sigh. Kristen grabbed some toilet paper and reached between her legs to wipe her pussy. Kevin stared, thinking he glimpsed part of her pale flesh behind the wadded paper. “Hurry, get them!” Paul whispered, “She’s almost done!” “I’m scared! You take them, you’re the oldest!” Kevin whispered back. “No, you!” Paul retorted. John reached his arm thru the door. . He was not going to be denied! His shoulder brushed the door as his small arm reached in. The door opened wide with a bang! Kristen turned to look at them in feigned surprise, covering her crotch. John grabbed his treasures and the boys fled, giggling and laughing as they made their way back to the living room. “I got em!” John said, breathing heavily, holding up his trophy. He wondered why Kristen’s panties were damp. Certainly not pee, she had taken them off first! “Hide em!” Kevin yelled. “Where?” John asked. He held Kristen’s underwear up to his nose. They smelled like perfume and had distinct girly odor about them. Not like pee at all. He liked it! “Under the couch cushions!” Paul ordered. “Quick! Kevin, get her other stuff!” John hid the underwear and the boys raided her bag. Kevin handed out items and the boys scurried around the house, hiding Kristen’s school books and things around the living room. “What’s this?” James asked, holding up a small, pink vibrator. “I don’t know,” said Paul, “Hide it anyway!” James shrugged his shoulders and hid the plastic thing in a drawer. Their dirty deeds completed, the boys sat down and waited for Kristen. “This is so much fun!” Kevin said, bouncing on the couch. “Shhhh! Here she comes!” said Paul. Kristen peeked around the corner. “Uh, boys,” Kristen said. “Did you take my bra and panties, like those naughty boys I was telling you about?” “No!” they all said giggling. Kristen walked into the room slowly. She was dressed as before, but the boys knew something was different than before - much different! They looked at her breasts and noticed how much better they could see them now. She had tied her blouse under her breasts and only a couple buttons now held them in place. Her firm tits pushed against the thin material, unencumbered by her bra. Her cleavage was pronounced, and they could even see a hint of her pink nipples and areolas thru her blouse. “Hmmm,” she hummed. “All of you just in your underwear…” she said sadly, shaking her head at their antics. She looked down and saw her empty bag. “My stuff!” she exclaimed. “Where did you hide it?” She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and making them swell. She tapped her foot impatiently. Receiving no response, she said. “OK, stand up! NOW!” The boys jumped up. Kristen tried not to smile. They looked so cute in their underwear with their hard, little peckers sticking out! “Line up!” she ordered. “Arms out!” she said. The boys complied. “Now turn around!” The boys did a slow spin and Kristen watched their cute butts and tented underwear dance before her. “Bend over!” she said. The boys bent, wiggling their butts at her. “Hmmm, not there,” she said, running her hand over John’s butt, then James. “She touched my butt!” John said to James. “Me too!” said James. “You are lucky I don’t spank your little butts, for playing naughty tricks on your new babysitter!” She ran her hand over Kevin’s, then finally Paul’s butt, giving each butt a firm pat . “I had to check to make sure you weren’t hiding anything under there!” Kristen said. The boys giggled. “Hmm, where could my stuff be?” she said thoughtfully. Kristen bent over the couch to peer behind the cushions. She saw a glimpse of her white bra strap but pretended not to notice. Her breasts dangled freely under her blouse and her skirt rode up on her ass. “Nope, not there!” She stood up straight and wiggled her breasts absentmindedly as she pondered where her things could be. The boys stared, hypnotized. She strutted over to the table and bent over more than she needed to open the drawer. “Ah-ha!” she said triumphantly, “My favorite toy!” Kristen held up her vibrator and twisted the base. Her pink vibrator began to buzz. “Aaahh,” she sighed as she rubbed it against her cheek, then her neck and finally slipped it between her breasts, plunging it up and down a few times before turning it off. She walked to her empty bag and bent over to put away her vibrator. The boys got a good, long look at her naked ass cheeks! They could even see a hint of something else between her legs! While Kristen was bent over, she surreptitiously undid another button on her tight blouse. She turned and saw the boys staring at her, and quickly covered her butt with her hand. “Oh!” she said, as if just discovering her indiscretion. She walked back to the couch and got on the floor. With her back to the boys, she started to bend over low to peer under the couch. She stopped herself and reached back to feel her naked butt as it became exposed. She quickly turned around and looked at the boys face to face, pretending she just caught herself before she put on a sensational show. Smiling with satisfaction, she bent over to peer under the couch. Her breasts dangled and swayed. They boys caught their breaths. Kristen put her head on the carpet and felt under the couch. “Ah-ha!” she said as she wiggled about. She pulled out a text book and sat up quickly. A fat titty popped out of her blouse! “You can’t fool me!” she said shaking the book at them until the other breast became free. She shook her book and her breasts at the boys. She paused and let them stare for moment and then followed their gawking gaze down to her breasts. “Oh dear!” she said, stuffing her wayward breasts back into her shirt. The boys were so please she didn’t button up her blouse again! Craftily, Kristen pinched both nipples as she tucked in her boobs. Her hard nipples poked thru the thin material. “Oh no!” Kristen said, “Without my bra, you can really see my nipples!” She stuck out her tits and pressed her blouse against her breasts with her hands until they were pressed tightly against the material. Her perfect breasts may have well been completely uncovered, for all the good her blouse did to hide them from the young boy’s stares. Kristen’s pussy was wet. She loved to tease little boys. She glanced at their straining cocks, please with her actions. She stared to look under the rest of the couch but stopped and told the boys to move away so they wouldn’t see her butt again. “Now stay right there, you naughty, naughty boys!” Kristen ordered. She stuck her ass in the air and wiggled about searching under the couch again. She heard giggles and footsteps running behind her. She kept her legs closed but kept wiggling her naked ass at the horny, inquisitive boys. Kristen triumphantly pulled out another text book. Again, her breasts popped out of her blouse. Again, she pretended not to notice. Kristen looked around and was surprised to see the boys missing. She turned around as caught them staring at her ass. “Boys!” she said in surprise, “Were you looking at my butt!” Her naked breasts jiggled. Impulsively, John rushed up to her and grabbed her naked tit! “Beep!” the little boy said as he goosed her. “Beep!” said James, grabbing her other breast. “Beep!” said Kevin, pinching both of her nipples with his thumbs and forefinger. Her nipples were the only part of her pretty breasts available to him. “Beep, beep!” said Paul, pushing away his brothers and groping both of Kristen’s breasts. “Oh, boys!” Kristen said as Paul continued to squeeze her breasts. “What other naughty things are you going to do to me?” “Kristen, look!” John said. He bent over and pulled down his underwear. “Look at my butt!” James did the same. “No, look at my butt, Kristen!” he said, wiggling his ass back and forth. In competition, John pulled apart his ass-cheeks and said, “Look at my butt-hole, Kristen!” “No, look at my butt-hole!” James said, spreading his cheeks wide too. Inspired and horny, Kevin couldn’t contain himself. “Look at my wiener!” he said, pulling down his underwear. He waved his small, hard cock at his babysitter. His hairless balls looked so cute! “My wiener is hard, Kristen! Look at my hard little wiener!” “Nice dick, Kevin,” Kristen told him. “Look at my dick!” John said, turning around. He learned a new word for his penis today! “No, look at my dick!” James said. The twins kicked off their underwear and humped their hard, little dicks towards her. “You all have very nice dicks, boys,” she said, then turned to look at Paul, “Don’t you want so show me your cock too, Paul?” Kristen asked the oldest boy. His hands still held her naked breasts. The other boys pushed their straining little dicks at their cute babysitter. “Uh, well,” he said, “Not really, unless you want to see it.” His cock was so hard! He wanted her to see it! “I do.” Kristen said. “Of course I want to see your wiener…, didn’t I tell you that girls like to look at boys too? I’ll tell you what, if you show me your cock, I’ll let you and your brothers see my ‘hooha’. It’s only fair, after all.” “You will?” Paul exclaimed. Kristen nodded. The other boys gathered around Kristen and Paul. Paul quickly pulled down his underwear. His hard, throbbing cock was pointed at her. Kristen was pleased. It was a nice sized cock and his hairless balls were round and full. Kristen wondered if he could ejaculate yet. She wanted to find out. She wanted to feel him with her fingers and taste him with her mouth. She licked her lips and stood up. “Now, where are the rest of my things?” Kristen said, biting her lip and tapping her finger on her cheek. “Hey, no fair!” Paul said, “You promised!” “Yeah, you promised!” Kevin added, his underwear still around his ankles. “Yeah!” the twins said, rubbing their hard, little dicklets. Kristen shook her breasts as if dismissing their concerns and walked towards one of the big chairs in the room. She pulled up her skirt, nearly exposing her entire ass. She dropped to her knees and pointed her butt at the boys. She bent over. She bent over more. Then even more! With her ass up in the air, she wiggled her butt. “Now, where is my stuff?” she said. She spread her legs a bit. Then she opened them wide! The boys crowded behind her, tumbling and falling to the floor next to her upturned ass. They stared at the thin slit between her legs. She waited a moment and then sat back on her knees, holding her school calculator in her hands. “Found another one!” she said softly. “I wonder if there is anything under that chair?” she stated, then started crawling over to it. The boys followed her closely, nearly touching her butt with their inquisitive faces. Kristen repeated her slutty actions once again. She pushed her ass back to the boys and wiggled. She pushed back even further. Her ass opened up and the boys could see her pink, delicate butt-hole. She spread her legs and her slit appeared. She spread them more and her pussy-lips spread apart, glistening with her moisture. She peered under the chair, as if oblivious to her love-struck suitors. Her cunt was freshly shaven, with all of her diminutive, sparse hairs cleanly removed. Nothing obstructed the boy’s view from her juicy little cunny! “Wow,” John said, “A ‘hooha’! That’s what they look like!” He pushed his face into her crack and sniffed her cunt. “It smells better than her panties!” “Let me smell!” said James. Kristen felt another face against her crack and heard another sniff. She giggled and wiggled. “My turn!” said Kevin. He pushed his nose into her crack and breathed deeply. His nose pressed into her gash. “Oh, something is tickling me!” Kristen cried, and wiggled her ass again. Kevin pulled back, surprised by the wetness on the tip of his nose. He stared at the wet gash below Kristen’s pretty little butt-hole. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to taste it! “Quit hogging all the ‘hooha’ Kevin!” Paul said. He pushed his brother out of the way. He grabbed both of Kristen’s ass cheeks and pushed his face closer to her cunt in order to get a good, long look at her mysterious, female-girl-parts. He stared at her wet crack, somehow expecting to see something else, like a flower or a dainty pair of balls. He sniffed her essence. It made his head swim! His cock was so hard it hurt! “Nothing under here!” Kristen finally replied, shaking her ass one last time and climbing back up from her position on the floor. She stood up on shaky legs. She pressed down her skirt and seemed to not notice that her breasts were still hanging out. “Thanks for letting us see your ‘hooha’, Kristen,” Paul said sincerely, “And your butt-hole and your boobies!” He now knew more about girls than every boy in his class at school! “I don’t know what you boys are talking about? My hooha, butt-hole and boobies? Shame on you! I was just looking for my stuff, you naughty, naughty boys!” She smiled and slowly grabbed her breasts and pushed them back into her blouse like it was the most natural thing to do in this type of situation. Kristen demurely sat down on the couch and was immediately swarmed by the four, naked and horny boys. They fought and pushed each other to see who would sit on her lap, their hard penises dancing like little swords. John and James snuggled close to her on either side and Kevin sat on her lap. Paul sat down in front of her so he could peer up her skirt. Kristen spread her legs for him, just a little, to tease him some more. “Wow, you are a really, cool babysitter, Kristen!” Kevin said, lying against her breasts and smelling her perfume. John and James pressed their faces on the sides of her boobs and Paul peered up her skirt, wishing he had his flashlight. “Thank you Kevin, I think you guys are cool too” Kristen said, staring at her admirers with their hard little penises. She was proud of her handiwork. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was so wet! She suddenly noticed her breast were uncovered and put them away. “What else did you and those other boys do, Kristen?” Kevin asked. “Oh, we played ‘Truth or Dare’ and we played ‘House’ and we had some amazing tickle fights (I’m very ticklish!). Sometimes we played card games or guessing games. Oh, they were so naughty! It seemed like no matter what game we played, they would play tricks on me, just to see my ‘hooha’, or even,” she whispered, “They would try to make me touch their wieners!” “You touched their wieners!” John said, wishing Kristen was touching his wiener right now! “How did they trick you into doing that?” he asked breathlessly. “How did they do it? Well, shouldn’t say…“ Kristen said. “You boys are so smart; you might be trying to trick me into telling you how they did it!” Kristen pressed her hands into her lap, hiding her pussy from Paul’s view. “No!” they replied. “We wouldn’t do that!” The boys exchanged knowing glances with each other. “Hmmm,” Kristen said, “I guess, I can trust you boys, right? You are not saying it because I’m just a silly girl and you want me to touch your wieners, right?” “No!” “Never!” “Tell us!” “Yeah, tell us how they made you touch their wieners!” “Well, OK,” Kristen said, surrounded by adoring boys and hard little wieners, “We were playing a game called blind-man’s-bluff, that’s where you are blind-folded and can’t see anything. You have to feel around and try to catch someone! Well, when it was my turn, those naughty boys started bending over in front of me so I would accidently touch their naked butts and, then, they started sticking out their wieners at me!” “Wow!” Paul said, thinking of his cute babysitter touching his hard wiener. “I know!” Kristen agreed, “And, while I was blindly feeling around, touching those naughty, naked boys, they would grab at all my girl parts!” Kristen told them conspiratorially, “And I couldn’t see which naughty little boy was doing it!” She shook her head; pretending to remember the naughty things those boys did to her. “Oh, they were bad, but we had so much fun! One time, I had even had my mouth open like this,” Kristen opened her mouth wide, “And one of those boys put their hard little wien…” she stopped, “Oh, gosh! I shouldn’t say any more about what those boys did to me!” The boys looked at each other. “I want to play ‘Blind-man’s-bluff’!” both John and James cried. “I want to play too!” said Kevin. “Well, OK, but you boys won’t play any tricks on me, right?” Kristen said. “Oh, no!” the twins cried. “We wouldn’t!” Kevin said, crossing his fingers behind his back. “Here, we can use this shirt to use as a blindfold,” Kristen got up and picked up one of the boy’s discarded articles of clothing. She made sure she bent over low to show off her pretty ass to the boys. “OK, who is going to be ‘It’ first?” Kristen asked. “Not it!” all the boys cried at the same time. “You are ‘It’, Kristen!” Paul informed her grinning broadly, “It’s the rules!” “Kristen is ‘It’!” Kevin cried. John and James clapped and jumped up and down, their peckers bouncing. “OK, why am I always ‘It’?” Kristen whined. She put on the blindfold. “Make sure she can’t see!” Kevin yelled. He couldn’t wait to have a real girl touch his wiener! “Nope, I can’t see a thing,” Kristen lied, making sure she could peer under the loose cloth. She stumbled against a chair and watched little feet scurry about thru her field of vision. “You better hope I don’t catch one of you, because I might give you a big, sloppy kiss!” “Eeeeek!” the boys screamed, “Cooties!” “One, two, three, GO! Here I come!” Kristen said. She began to walk around, lurching at thin air and feeling her way about. She touched one boy on the shoulder and heard a shriek. She touched another and saw Kevin’s body and hard pecker slip past her arms. She watched John and James shake their naked asses at her, a few steps away. She reached out to them and they ran – right into each other! James got away but John stood still as if he was momentarily stunned. Kristen felt his squirming flesh and grabbed him tight. She pulled his naked body against her. “I caught you!” she cried, “Now you have to give me a kiss!” “No, no!” John screamed. Kristen picked his small body up and held him tight. His hard pecker pressed against her flesh. She put her lips on his and kissed him deeply. He struggled a little but felt her hands grabbing and rubbing soft ass. He fell limp and kissed her back. “Who’s next?” Kristen said, setting John’s body on the couch. She never offered to give up her turn to make John ‘It’ after catching him. She felt around and saw Kevin shaking his ass at her. She grabbed his butt cheek and touched his balls before he slipped away. “Almost caught someone!” she cried. James planted himself in front of her and waved his hard dicklet at her. Kristen swept up her hand and touched it, then grabbed on to it. “What is this?” she said, fondling James’ cock, “Is this a finger?” She stroked it a few times before saying, “Hey, wait! Is this someone’s wiener?” She cupped James’ balls and declared, “It is a wiener, oh, you naughty boys!” James felt really funny. His wiener felt so good with Kristen touching it. He was sad when she pulled away. “Beep!” John yelled and grabbed a handful of Kristen’s breast. She turned towards him and saw him run away. She felt a hand slide up her ass crack, under her skirt, barley missing her wet, horny cunt. She spun around and saw Paul dart away quietly. Paul quickly returned and grabbed at her breast from the side and Kristen felt her blouse give away and her breast flop free! Another grab from the other side soon followed, grabbing more of her blouse than her tit. Kristen felt the cook air on her other breast. Her nipples hardened. “Don’t tear my shirt!” she cried. She undid the remaining button. “There!” she said as her shirt fell open. The boys stared at her naked breasts and soft, smooth belly. She took advantage of their stillness and reached out to touch Kevin’s cock. She grabbed it. “Another wiener!” she cried. “You are lucky I don’t pull your little dicks right off your balls!” she said. She began tugging on Kevin’s hard cock, pulling his skin over his sensitive cock- head. Kevin involuntarily thrust his crotch at his babysitter. “Maybe I will pull it off!” she said, jacking his cock over and over. Kevin watched Kristen playing with his cock. He stared at her breasts and pretty face. His balls began to tingle. “Unnnhg!” Kevin grunted. His cock felt funny. Something was happening! “Kristen, I, unnnhhhh, Kristen, ungh, ungh, ungh!” A weird, wonderful feeling emanated from his balls. His pecker felt so good, but something strange was happening to him. Whatever it was grew more and more intense! He tried to pull away, but Kristen held him tight, jacking his hard little pecker until he felt the world exploding. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” he grunted as the feeling spread over his body. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor, rolling his hard cock into the carpet until the tingling went away. Kristen pretended to trip over him and fell on the floor. She began to crawl around with her breasts hanging out and her naked ass and wet slit on display. She reached out and grabbed onto James’ dick again. “Another naughty wiener!” she cried and began tugging on James’ hard little cock too. “Maybe I can pull this one off!” she said. Kristen felt a small hand grabbing her breast and another larger hand feeling her ass. “Hey, that tickles boys! I told you how ticklish I am!” Emboldened, the hands felt her up even more. She looked and saw John groping her breast while he rubbed and stroked his cock. Before long, she felt James shudder and grunt and then John began to moan. The twins experienced their first orgasms together. She felt Paul’s hand exploring her wet gash, fingering her clumsily. “Hey, that tickles!” she cried laughing. She spun around and positioned herself in front of Paul’s hard cock. Four inches of hard, straining boy-pecker greeted her. She opened her mouth and said “Hey!” and fell forward. Her lips wrapped around Paul’s throbbing member. She pushed him down to the ground and sucked him gently. “Oh, you naughty boys!” she said, “putting your nasty things in my mouth! I’ll show you! If I can’t pull off your little wieners, I’ll suck them off of you!” Kristen began to suck and lick on Paul’s cock. She stuck her ass in the air, showing off her naked cunt. Her breasts dangled from her perfect body. “And, don’t tickle my titties and my hoo-ha!” she said, ripping off the blindfold and turning her head over her shoulder, “Especially not with my favorite, special toy!” She paused to admire Paul’s hard cock before licking and sucking it once again. Kristen felt tiny fingers immediately spreading her gash and then heard Kevin’s voice behind her saying, “Get her toy, John! Tickle her titties James!” Kristen smiled and wiggled her butt. She heard the familiar buzz of her vibrator and felt it tickling her nipples. It was replaced by James’ tickling fingers as he began playing with her breasts. Kristen felt her skirt being flipped up over her ass. The vibrator pressed against her crack and poked her ass-hole. Then she felt it buzzing around her gash. She sucked on Paul’s cock in ecstasy. Paul grunted. He knew what an orgasm was, and his was going to be a big one! He humped his babysitter’s face a couple times and felt his balls tighten. Kristen felt his cock lurch in her mouth and felt the sweet-boy cream explode in her mouth. “Mmmmm!” she moaned, feeling her cunt twitch. She rolled his cum around her tongue and felt another, bigger spurt splatter against the back of her throat. Paul gave her four more hard spurts, thrusting his hard cock into her sucking mouth and grabbing on her head before falling down onto the carpet. Kristen began to squeal and rolled over on her back. Her breasts lay on chest, firm and upright. She began to groan. “Oh, boys! You are tickling my hoo-ha and my breasts!” she cried. “Don’t tickly me by sucking my titties! My nipples are so ticklish!” John and James immediate began to suck her nipples, latching onto her sensitive teenage breasts. Paul rolled over at sat up to stare at Kristen’s cunt and watch his brother Kevin playing the buzzing vibrator against her naked pussy lips. Paul reached over and ran his fingers over her soaking wet cunt. He found her hooded clit and rubbed it experimentally. Kristen moaned out loud. He touched the area again and she moaned louder. Realizing the cause and effect, Paul rubbed the top of her hoo-ha some more and heard Kristen began to pant. “Ahhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Boys!” Kevin played the gently, buzzing toy around Kristen’s pussy and watched the tip of the pink phallus disappear! He realized the vibrator was slipping up inside of her! He pushed it up her some more and watched it slowly disappear into her hoo-ha. His eyes widened. Paul’s too. The brothers realized that their dicks would probably fit in that warm, wet hole! Kevin watched the toy slid deeply into Kristen until only the ridged base was left. He was sure it could go deeper if he pushed it some more, but not wanting to lose it, he pulled the vibrator nearly out of Kristen’s mysterious hole. He grabbed the slippery toy tightly at the base and heard the buzzing get louder. By turning the base, he could make it go faster! He turned it all the way up and pushed it back in Kristen’s hole, then back out again. This was fun! Girl-parts were fun to play with! The twins sucked Kristen’s tits and groped her firm flesh. Kevin unknowingly fucked her with the vibrating cock and Paul occasionally found just the right spot, smashing her clit and sending electrical shocks thru her body. “Oh! Unnnghhh!” Kristen moaned, arching her back as her orgasm began. The boys watched her heaving body and tickled her faster; wanting to hear what other sounds she could make! Kristen began grunting and shaking. The tingles spread over her thighs and up to her belly. The twines sucked her tits hard, and the tingles seem to connect her gushing cunt to her taught, sensitive nipples. Kevin felt her pussy gripping the plastic toy firmly as he pushed it in and out. They watched her pussy leaking slippery cream as her thighs began to twitch. “Aaaaahhh! Aaaaahhhh! Oooohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!” Kristen cried, her body shaking. “Nnn-nuh-nnn-nuh-nn-huh!” she grunted as the stars exploded inside her head. “Oooohhh-ooooohh-oooohhh!” she panted as her pussy spasmed. Her orgasm rolled over her time and time again. She rocked her head back and forth with her eyes shut tight. Her legs squeezed together rhythmically as she came. Finally, she had to clamp her thighs and put her hand between her legs to protect her throbbing clit and she pulled the thrusting toy away from Kevin’s curious fingers when the feelings became too intense. Kristen curled up into a ball in front of the astonished children. The buzzing of the vibrator continued as her toy danced upon the carpet. Kristen panted like a dog for a while, then finally rolled over onto her back again, and then over to the other side where the buzzing noise was coming from. She reached over and grasped her toy and turned it off before setting it down beside her. She flopped back onto her back again, breasts free and legs bent at the knees and spread wide. Paul and Kevin stared at her wet, red pussy and John and James stared at her heaving breasts and pink, swollen nipples, as Kristen caught her breath. “Whew!” she said with a heavy, satisfied sigh. “I told you I was ticklish!”

The Runaway Girl by Vanessa Evans Part 04 Following another love making session after Ingrid took advantage of Tom’s morning woody they finally got up and went to the family shower. Then Tom told Ingrid to put a dress on and go to the shop for some fresh Baguettes and Croissants. Reluctantly Ingrid did as she was told. It wasn’t that she was unhappy at having to go to the shop, it was that she had to put a dress on to do so. The dress came off just as soon as Ingrid was back. After breakfast Tom and the naked Ingrid set off to go for their scuba diving lesson. Yet again Tom was amazed that no one seemed to care that Ingrid was naked. What’s more the diving couple didn’t bat an eyelid either. Before the instructors would take them out there was a twenty minute session where the instructors told Tom and Ingrid all about the equipment and about some safety features and procedures. None of this was new to Tom because a few years ago he had been on a BSAC Diver Training Course but had to stop after that because of the pressure of work, but he didn’t tell the instructors nor Ingrid about it because he wanted to judge the competence of the instructors. Whilst all the training was going on Tom and Ingrid were sat on the sand, Ingrid sat crossed legged which gave the instructors a great view of her pussy every time they looked at her, and Tom noticed that the man’s eyes often drifted down well below Ingrid’s face. Training over and Tom thinking that it was adequate for what they were going to do, the equipment was carried down to the boat and Tom helped the man float the boat before jumping in and joining the girls. Out in the bay an anchor was dropped and Ingrid was asked who she wanted her dive buddy to be. Tom was right with his guess and the guy helped Ingrid into a Buoyancy Control Jacket which she said was heavy and the instructor sat her down to strap the tank on. Tom was watching all this whilst the girl told him what to do and he suspected that Ingrid was disappointed that there was nothing going between her legs for the guy to get close to her pussy, although she later told Tom that he did put his fingers under the straps at the front and touch her tits. With a few last minute reminder instructions all four lay back over the side of the boat and they fell into the sea. After a quick check that both Tom and Ingrid were breathing okay Tom watched the guy point to where he wanted her to swim to. Just as Tom was about to swim where the girl pointed he saw the guy following Ingrid who was doing everything but clamp her legs together allowing the guy to have a great view of her pussy. They swam around for a good twenty minutes and Tom observed that it was much more fun and interesting than learning in a swimming pool. When the girl indicated to Tom that they needed to surface, up they went and swam the short distance to the boat where Tom found that Ingrid and the guy were already back, Ingrid having taken the Buoyancy Control Jacket off and was sat on the opposite side of the boat with her legs stretched in front of her and definitely not clamped together. “So how was that Ingrid?” Tom asked as he unstrapped himself. “That was amazing, I never knew that there was so much life down there. Can we come again please Tom?” Whilst the girl drove the boat back to the beach the guy sat beside Tom and opposite Ingrid as he kept asking her questions about her dive. As I mentioned earlier, Ingrid was sat with her legs out straight and her feet well apart so both Tom and the guy got a great view of her pussy which was contracting and relaxing like she was doing some Kegel exercises. Back on dry sand Tom collected his things and paid the diving instructors then walked further along the beach and behind the rocks where they both got the relief that they needed, first on the sand then in the water. Then it was a walk all along the beach with Ingrid telling Tom about everything that she’d seen below the surface of the sea, and Tom deciding that as soon as they got back to the motorhome he was going online and ordering face masks, snorkel and flippers for the pair of them. He wondered if everything that he had ordered had arrived at his lawyers office yet. Back at the motorhome Tom got on the internet while Ingrid got things organised for a lazy afternoon which started with Tom coating all of her skin with sunscreen and teasing her clit to about her fourth orgasm of the day. The rest of the day was quiet and in the evening they walked to the village again, mainly because the cafe was having a karaoke evening and Tom refused to go and listen to people destroying good songs. Ingrid asked if they could eat in the same restaurant again, hoping that the same thing would happen to her again but Tom refused and they ate in a little bar with Portuguese cuisine that they both enjoyed and a few locals starting at the near naked fourteen year old girl. ***** The next morning as they were coming back from the shower they saw their neighbours, Ian and Angela, putting a few things in their car. “Ah, there you are Tom, are you sure that it’s okay for you to keep an eye on Dan and Elliott?” “Of course it is, we have no special plans for a couple of days.” “Thanks Tom, I’ll buy you a beer or two when we get back.” Ingrid saw Angela and waved to her but the wave and look that she got back told her and Tom that she wasn’t too happy about leaving her sons with a naked girl, but neither Tom nor Ingrid cared about that. Tom would make sure that the two boys didn’t do anything that they shouldn’t and he’d do his best to make sure that Ingrid had a good time. A short while later Tom heard Ian and Angela drive away and then saw Daniel and Elliott appear round the bushes. Ingrid was in the van sorting a few things out. “Hi boys, come and have a seat. I was just about to start Ingrid doing a few stretching exercises, you can do them as well if you like, or you could just watch, I’m sure that Ingrid won’t mind.” Ingrid heard Tom and it was news to her but they’d already talked about her needing to exercise and as the day was still reasonably cool she was happy to do what Tom said. Besides, stretching limbs could be interesting in front of two naive boys that were slightly older than she was. Ingrid came out of the van and the two boys instantly turned their heads to see the naked girl. “Okay Tom.” Ingrid said, “let’s get started, what first?” “Well Ingrid, it’s important that girls especially need to keep their flexibility so today we’ll concentrate on stretching and bending. Boy’s, you can join in if you like?” Both boys weren’t interested which pleased Ingrid. Tom then got Ingrid to move in front of the boys and then said, “Okay Ingrid, let’s start with ten star jumps.” Ingrid did them with the three males all staring at her tits and pussy. As her legs spread her pussy opened for a second or so and her clit became more prominent. Further up her body Tom was impressed to see that her tiny, cone shaped tits didn’t even wobble. “Easy.” Ingrid said. “Okay smarty pants, let’s see you do ten press-ups.” “Easy.” Ingrid said when she’d done them. On it went with Tom telling her to do sit-ups, bicycle crunches and squats. After each set Ingrid said that it was easy. Tom decided make things a little more revealing and Ingrid and told her to lean over backwards and go down into the crab position. Making sure that she faced the boys she did as instructed making sure that her feet were well apart for both balance and exposure to the boys. “Very good Ingrid, I half expected you to collapse as you went down.” “It was easy, I used to do gymnastics at school.” “I didn’t know that, your mother never told me.” “Maybe that’s because she didn’t know.” Ingrid replied. All the time the two boys were just sat there staring at Ingrid and the shiny wet coating of her pussy told Tom that she was enjoying herself and he wondered if the boys knew why her pussy was all wet. “Hmm,” Tom said, “let’s see how flexible your spine is Ingrid, lay on your back then bring your legs up in the air and take them right over and touch the floor behind your head with your toes.” Smiling, Ingrid did that but when her toes were pointing to the sky she spread her legs extremely wide for a few seconds before taking her legs over her head so that her toes touched the ground. “Very good Ingrid,” Tom said, “one final exercise that is very difficult, get on your feet and do the standing splits.” With a big grin on her face Ingrid did just that, leaving her balancing on one leg and her spread open pussy staring at the boys. “Wow Ingrid,” Tom said, I didn’t expect you to be able to do that, Daniel, Elliott, did you think that Ingrid would be able to do that?” Both boys were deadly quiet and both Tom and Ingrid assumed that they were in some sort of hypnotic trance at the sight of Ingrid’s spread open, very wet pussy, her vagina being open for the three guys to be able to see inside her. After a few seconds Tom said just one word, “Kegels.” Ingrid’s smile got wider and she clenched her pussy muscles. Both boys eyes opened to the maximum as Ingrid clenched then relaxed her pussy muscles a few times before she lost her balance and her raised leg came down very quickly. “Very good Ingrid.” Tom said, “I’m impressed, you are fitter than I thought. What do you think boys, is Ingrid fit?” As Tom waited for an answer he wondered if the boys knew both meaning for the word ‘fit’. After a good minute with no answer Tom gave up and said, “Okay Ingrid, go and get the sunscreen, if you’re going to be outside all day you need some protection.” Two minutes later Ingrid was back with the tube of sunscreen and she stood in front of Tom watching the boys watching her get the cream rubbed all over her back and the back of her legs. Then she stood sideways to Tom so that his right hand could do her front and the boys could see what Tom was doing. “Do you want me to make you cum Ingrid?” Tom whispered. Ingrid let out a little moan and her Tom felt her stomach tense for a second. He didn’t need a verbal answer and when he got to her pussy she spread her legs and his hand got busy on her clit and finger fucking her. It didn’t take long for Ingrid to loudly moan and her body start shaking but Tom kept going until he thought that she was about to cum again, then he stopped. Ingrid gave him a pleading look, obviously wanting him to bring her to another climax but Tom wanted her to feel horny for as long as possible. Once Tom thought that Ingrid was capable he turned to the boys and said, “Would you like Ingrid to put some sunscreen on you boys?” No answer. “Boys!” No answer. “Elliott, Daniel!” “What?” Daniel finally replied. “Sunscreen, do you want Ingrid to put some on you?” “No, our mum put some on us before they left.” “Okay,” Tom replied, “what were you thinking of doing all day?” Meanwhile Ingrid was think how stupid and immature the boys were for missing an opportunity like that. “Playing games on our phones or maybe going for a swim.” Daniel replied. “Sea or pool?” Ingrid asked. “Pool,” Elliott replied, “the waves are too rough in the sea.” “Wimps as well.” Ingrid thought. “Okay guy’s” Tom said, “you play on your phones for a bit, I need to talk to Ingrid in the van.” Once Tom and Ingrid were in the van where the boys couldn’t hear them Tom told Ingrid his plans for the day. Firstly let the boys play on their phones for a while then go for a walk on the beach. If we can get them into the sea for a mess about great, otherwise to the swimming pool here. “Do you need to come to the beach with us Tom? I might have more chance of getting them into the sea on my own.” “What are you thinking doing, grabbing their cocks and pulling them in?” “That might be fun if their cocks are big enough to grab hold of.” “Now now Ingrid, their cocks might be bigger than mine.” “I doubt that, besides, I like your cock just the way it is.” “I can fix that for you Tom.” “Not right now Ingrid, you don’t want to rush their education, they might get scared.” “Okay Tom but you just wait until those boys have gone running back to their parents.” “Naughty girl Ingrid, stop being nasty to them.” “Sorry Tom, you’re right, they might be really nice boys if we managed to get to know them. Are you going to give me that spanking that you promised me days ago?” “No Ingrid, go and top up that tan of yours.” “Okay daddy.” Ingrid said, loud enough for the boys to hear her.” Ingrid moved one of the lounger round so that her feet were nearest the boys then she lay down with her feet touching the side edges of the lounger. If the boys got round to looking up from their phones they couldn’t miss seeing her spread pussy. Tom shook his head sideways then got on with a few jobs that needed doing. Jobs all done and him wanting to get a change of scenery for a while, Tom went outside and said, “Right boys, take those electronic things back to your caravan then lock it up, we’re going for a walk on the beach. And Ingrid, you may want to put something on.” “No thanks DADDY, I’ll go like this.” “Okay, your choice Ingrid, come on boys, chop, chop.” The three young ones made the effort and soon the four of them were walking towards the beach, Daniel having gone and collected a football. “You’re going to the beach like that Ingrid?” Elliott asked. “Yes why?” “Won’t you get embarrassed? Someone might say something.” “No I won’t get embarrassed, you and your brother have seen me like this and I wasn’t embarrassed so why should I get embarrassed if other people see me?” “S’pose so, but what if someone says something?” “No one said anything the other times that I’ve been on the beach like this. Besides, I’m younger than you, only a little girl, and who cares what a little girl or little boy wears, or doesn’t wear.” “Okay.” Elliott replied and they continued their walk, Tom marvelling at the sight of Ingrid’s little butt swaying from side to side. Sometimes when Ingrid stepped on a big rock Tom caught a glimpse of her clit sticking out of her pussy lips and he felt his cock twitch. On the beach they soon found an open area and started kicking the ball about. With there being four of them they could play two against two and they found four rocks to act as goal posts. To start with it was the boys vs Tom and Ingrid, the boys being better than Ingrid and maybe Tom but that was difficult to tell because he was holding back. As the game went on, not only was there physical contact, mainly instigated by Ingrid, but the boys were starting to relax and talk more. Twice Tom saw Ingrid and one of the boys collide and end up on the sand and each time, somehow, the boy ended up with one of Ingrid’s little tits on his face. By the time everyone was a tired and hot and sweaty, both boys were quite talkative. Ingrid and Tom ran down to the sea to cool down and wash the sweat off but both boys would only go knee deep and splash water over themselves. When Ingrid asked them why the wouldn’t go any deeper Elliott said that they’d had a bad experience in the sea and ever since they’d stayed out of it. Ingrid didn’t press them for details. “What about swimming pools?” Ingrid asked. “They’re okay, just so long as they’re not too deep.” Daniel replied. “But you can swim can’t you?” “Yes.” both boys replied. Both Ingrid and Tom wondered what the story was but neither was going to press the issue although Tom did wonder if Ingrid was going to want to go to the campsite’s pool later and he had to decide if he could let her go naked. Anyway, the three young ones splashed around in the shallow water whilst Tom sat on the beach watching them. He was pleased to see that Ingrid was giving as good as she got. After a while the trio walked over to Tom and Ingrid asked if the could walk along the beach and explore the rocks at the end. “Okay,” Tom said, “but no trying to climb up the cliff, they can get very slippery.” All three agreed and Ton watch them walk away, Ingrid with one brother on each of her sides. It wasn’t that far to the end of the beach and Tom watched them all the way. He also watched the other beach-goers to see if there were any adverse reactions to Ingrid being naked. Tom lay back on the sand and reflected on how what was going to be a solo year out had changed to the totally unexpected, but he knew that he was happy and in a strange sort of way he thanked Ingrid’s parents for abandoning her. About fifteen minutes later Tom looked along the beach to the rocks and saw Ingrid climbing up the rocks with the two boys below her and looking straight up at her. “That little minx.” Tom thought then realised that she was probably just climbing up so that Daniel and Elliott could get a good look at her pussy, but never the less, she had been told not to climb and she had. An idea came into his head. Tom was about to get to his feet to go and stop her when he saw her start to climb down on her own. He lay back and closed his eyes. After a while he looked around and couldn’t see the trio but he wasn’t worried because there was nowhere for them to go so he closed his eyes again. When he woke up he saw that Ingrid was stood right next to his head. He couldn’t see Ingrid’s head but he could recognise that clit and pussy anywhere. “Can we go to the swimming pool please Tom?” Ingrid asked. “Yes, but there’s a couple of things that we have to do first.” “What?” “Wait and see, let’s go back to the van first.” Tom got to his feet and they all started heading back. When they got there Tom told the boys to take a seat then he stood in front of Ingrid and said, “What did I tell you not to do when you were at the rocks Ingrid?” “Climb up them.” “And what did you do Ingrid?” “Climb up them.” “So you disobeyed me Ingrid?” “Yes Tom, sorry Tom.” “You’ve been a naught girl Ingrid haven’t you?” “Yes Tom, sorry Tom.” “And what happens to naught girls Ingrid?” “They get spanked Tom. You’re not going to spank me are you Tom, not in front of Daniel and Elliott?” “Yes I am Ingrid.” “Please don’t Tom.” “It’s too late for sorry Ingrid.” As Tom was saying that he manoeuvred the table to in front of the two boys then told Ingrid to bend over it. There were four sides to the table and Ingrid could have chosen any one of them but she chose the side nearest to the boys and when she bent over she spread her legs giving the boys an amazing view of her spread, wet pussy complete with slightly open vagina. When Tom saw that he just knew that she was really turned on. “As we have guests here Ingrid,” Tom continued, “I think that it’s only fair that they take part in your punishment don’t you?” Ingrid was silent for a few seconds then replied, “Yes Tom I do, Daniel, Elliott will you spank me please?” Both boy’s eyes had been wide open as they stared at Ingrid’s pussy but when Ingrid invited them to spank her both their jaws dropped, they just couldn’t believe what was happening. It took a reminder from Ingrid for Elliott to stand up and go to Ingrid’s side. “You really want me to spank you Ingrid?” Elliott asked. “Yes please, I shouldn’t have been naughty.” “Four or five swats on each butt cheek will do Elliott.” Tom added. “Then Daniel can do the same and if I think that Ingrid needs some more I’ll take over.” Elliott looked at Daniel, then at Tom, who nodded, then his right hand flew to Ingrid’s left butt cheek. “Ouch, one, thank you sir.” Ingrid said, the swat not hurting half as bad as she had expected it to but she did feel a little twinge in her clit which surprised her. Ingrid’s front was pressed against the table with her head turned to the side that Tom was stood. He could see both her butt and her face. Her face told Tom that she was okay whilst her pussy told him that she was getting more aroused with each swat that landed on her butt. Nine more swats followed by ‘ouches’ and the count increasing, and Tom could tell that her complains of it hurting were an over exaggeration. Okay her skinny little butt was going red but she didn’t look to be in much pain. “Okay Elliott,” Tom said, “thank you for that, I’m sure that Ingrid appreciates it.” “Yes, thank you Elliott.” Ingrid said, “I guess that it’s Daniel’s turn now. Please Daniel.” The boy’s swapped places and just before Daniel landed his first swat he said, “Sorry Ingrid.” “Ouch, one, thank you sir.” Ingrid said as she thought that the swat was no harder than Elliott’s. But she also felt that tingling in her clit again. She even wondered if the vibrations from the hand hitting her butt sent a bolt of electricity to her clit. Whatever the pleasure that she was feeling was starting to outweigh the pain from the swats. Tom had also noticed that Ingrid’s face was showing signs of pleasure not pain, and as for her pussy, Tom could see little drops of her juices on the ground. It was starting to look like Ingrid was one of those girls who got a lot of pleasure out of being spanked. Daniel’s ten swats were over in no time and Tom had a decision to make. Stop things there and then or continue and spank her himself. Before he could make a decision Ingrid stood up, turned to face Tom and said, “Is that it? I was expecting more.” That sort of annoyed Tom a little bit and he said, “On your back on the table Ingrid, lift your legs up and hold them back near your head.” Ingrid looked a little surprised bit she did as she was told, holding her legs outside her shoulders which meant that her slightly spread, very wet pussy was there for all three males to clearly see. So was her butt hole but when she realised that all that happened was that the tingling got a little stronger. Tom’s first swat landed and Ingrid instantly knew that it hurt more than either of the brothers swats had. Having said that the bolt of electricity that shot from her butt to her clit made her sigh. “One, thank you sir.” Ingrid said. The second swat sent a more powerful bolt to Ingrid’s clit and this time it was a moan that came out of her mouth. All sense of pain just wasn’t there. More swats and Ingrid was having trouble remembering to count and even say anything. Finally after the ninth swat landed Ingrid lost all control and her legs lifted and went straight out as a very intense orgasm exploded out of her. After a few seconds of no breathing and rigid muscles Ingrid gasped, her body relaxed and she started swearing in German. Two minutes later the swearing changed to English then an apology for swearing. As Ingrid got to her feet she continued, “Elliott, Daniel, I am so sorry that you had to see that, I shouldn’t have been naughty. Please can you forgive me and forget what you have just seen.” “I doubt that they will ever forget what they have just seen, right guys? Tom said. Both boys shook their head up and down then Daniel said, “Does your butt hurt” “Not so much at the moment but I reckon that it will in a bit.” “When the adrenalin stops flowing.” Tom said, “You need something to cool it down.” “How about the swimming pool?” Elliott suggested. “Good idea,” Tom said, “but you can’t go like that.” “Put a bikini on” Daniel suggested.” “I haven’t got one.” “How about some knickers?” Elliott suggested.” “Not got any of those either.” “Wow.” Daniel said. “I know, don’t move Ingrid.” Tom said and he turned and went into the motorhome. Seconds later he was back with a tin of blue paint and a brush and telling Ingrid to stand on the table and spread her legs. “He’s going to paint a bikini bottom on me.” Ingrid said to the boys. It didn’t take Tom long to paint an upside down Isosceles Trapezium on Ingrid’s pubis, just covering the top of her slit and leaving her clit clearly visible. Then he went round the back of Ingrid and painted a small upside down triangle at the top of her butt crack. Standing back Tom said, “There, a thong, if anyone asks the thong has those nude plastic straps.” “Won’t it wash off in the pool?” Daniel asked. “No,” Tom said, “by the time you get to the pool the paint will have dried and it’s waterproof. We tested it the other day.” “What about a top, a bra?” Daniel asked. “She can go topless, I’ve seen a few topless women at the pool.” “I’ll get a ball.” Daniel said as Ingrid jumped off the table. When she was on the ground she whispered to Tom, “I need you to fuck me.” “Sorry, but you’re going to have to wait, go on, show that cute body to the people at the pool and I’ll join you as soon as I can.” Ingrid ran off, soon catching Elliott and Daniel whilst Tom started putting the paint away thinking about how he was going to fuck Ingrid just as soon as he could. When Tom got to the swimming pool he saw Ingrid and the two boys in the pool throwing the ball amongst themselves and another couple of boys. Tom went to one of the vacant loungers and sat watching them. Ingrid’s little tits kept coming up out of the water and her nipples looked as hard as Tom had ever seen them. He wondered how horny she was. After a while the game changed to tag and the five of them were chasing each other all over the place, even getting out of the water and quickly walking round the pool. When Ingrid got out Tom was pleased to see that the paint was still there. He also watched the adults around the pool as Ingrid went passed them to see if there was any indication of disapproval of her state of dress but he saw none. What he did see was Ingrid pulling herself out of the pool directly above the boys and Tom smiled as he watched the boys stop chasing her and look up at her bare pussy. Tom quickly realised that the two other boys were more mature than Daniel and Elliott and that they knew that Ingrid’s bikini bottoms weren’t the real thing. Somehow, Tom saw that the game had evolved into more of a game of catching Ingrid and when they did, the boy’s hands were going all over her body. Tom couldn’t see what was going on under the water but he could definitely see the hands on her tits and she was doing nothing to deter them other than the odd token verbal instruction to get off her. Which the boys ignored. After a while Ingrid managed to get out of the water and went and sat on Tom’s lap dripping water all over him. “Come and join us Tom.” Ingrid said. “You look to be enjoying yourself Ingrid.” “I am, you don’t mind those boys putting their hands all over me do you Tom?” “I don’t mind if you don’t mind Ingrid, and judging by the look on your face you are enjoying it.” “I am, all four of them have had their fingers inside me but I’d rather have your cock inside me.” “Later girl, later. You go and have some more fun.” Ingrid got up and went over to the edge of the pool where all the four boys were stood talking. She stood there with her feet well apart and Tom saw all four boys staring up at her bare pussy. Tom could also see that Ingrid’s butt still looked a little red from the spanking. Tom felt the need to adjust the front of his shorts. The five kids were just talking for ages before Ingrid jumped over them and bombed into the water right next to them. That triggered four pairs of hands going after her and trying to grab her wherever they could and pull her under the water. That went on for ages until Ingrid finally shouted for them to stop, which they did. The five of them just stood talking for a while until Tom decided that they should be heading back to the motorhome. He went over to the edge of the pool and told Ingrid, Daniel and Elliott that they were leaving and Ingrid swam over to Tom, passed the two new boys. Tom reached down and pulled Ingrid up and out and she stood next to Tom with her feet well apart. The two new boys again stared at her bare pussy as Tom and Ingrid waited for Daniel and Elliott to swim to the little ladders and climb out. Ingrid waved at the two boys still in the pool as they started walking away from the pool, Daniel and Elliott ahead of them and walking faster. “Can we go back to the pool tomorrow please Tom, those boys said that they will be there.” “And you want them to put their hands all over you again don’t you Ingrid?” “Yes, it was nice, was that bad of me? Do you need to spank me again Tom?” “No Ingrid, sorry to disappoint you, it’s only natural for a teenage girl to want to have boys hands all over their bodies. “Those boys were worse than the boys were at the FKK meets.” “That’s because those boys don’t get to see cute girl’s pussies as much as the boys at the FKK meets. “Do you think that I’m cute Tom?” “No I don’t.” Tom saw Ingrid’s face turn to a sad expression then he continued, “I KNOW that you are cute Ingrid, you are a lot more than cute.” Ingrid’s face told Tom that she was pleased with what he had said and quietly said, “Will you fuck me soon Tom?” Tom put his arm round Ingrid’s shoulders and replied, “Just as soon as we get rid of Daniel and Elliott.” Back at the van the boys and Tom sat around whilst Ingrid got them all cold drinks then Ingrid sat on the remaining lounger that had been left for her. He legs were up on it and her feet were spread to the edges of the lounger giving Elliott and Daniel a great view of her pussy. When she saw them looking she smiled at them and realised that they had sat where they were on purpose and she, as sure as hell, wasn’t going to deprive them of the view. They’d been making small talk for about fifteen minutes when everyone heard a car and Daniel said, “They’re back,” but no one moved until Angela approached them. The only people that moved were Tom and Ingrid, Ingrid only moving her legs so that they were tight together. “Can I get you a cold drink Angela?” Tom asked. “Thanks but no, Ian will be getting some out of the fridge right now. Thank you so much for looking after my boys for the day, I hope that they weren’t and bother.” “Not at all Angela, in fact after they got over their shyness they were great, we all had a great day.” “Good, I see that you’ve managed to get Ingrid to wear a bikini bottom.” Angela said. Tom heard both boys let out a quiet snigger. “Yes,” Tom replied, “I almost had to paint them on her but it’s a good start, you never know I might just managed to get her to wear a full bikini before the holiday is over.” Tom was looking at the boys and Ingrid as he said that and he saw the boys almost laughing and Ingrid giving him a dirty look. “Well thanks again Tom, I’ll take them off your hands now, are you sure that it will be okay to leave them with you again tomorrow?” “Sure, no problem.” As they left, Daniel said, “Thanks Tom, and Ingrid, we had a great day.” “You’re welcome.” Ingrid replied. No sooner than they were out of sight Ingrid jumped up and jumped up on Tom. After giving him a long, tongue wrestling kiss she moved her head back and asked, “Now will you fuck me?” Tom carried Ingrid inside the motorhome shutting the door after them and as they both took Tom’s shorts off he said, “Don’t want your you screams of pleasure heard all over the site do we?” “I wouldn’t mind.” Ingrid replied just before she tried to swallow all of Tom’s cock. Thirty minutes later they were just laying there recovering and Tom said, “Jeez it’s hot in here.” “You should have fucked me outside Tom.” “And you would have let the whole world know that I was fucking you.” “I wouldn’t have minded.” Tom got off the bed and opened the door and windows then asked Ingrid what she wanted to do that evening as he lay back next to her and toyed with one of her nipples. “Stay here and fuck all night?” “You young lady will wear me out, I’m not a teenager any more.” “Maybe you should buy some of those viagra pills?” “I might need to.” “Maybe we should go to the cafe tonight, Angela and Ian might want to buy us dinner and a few drinks.” “Ingrid, I don’t need someone else to buys our food or drinks, that meal in the restaurant the other night where you got your pussy eaten cost me more than all the food we will eat here all the time that we are staying here.” “Yes, sorry, I’m still not used to all your money, my parents only ever gave me enough to pay for the shopping.” Tom squeezed the tit that he had been toying with and replied, “That’s okay Ingrid, it’s good that you keep your feet on the ground.” “What do you mean Tom?” Tom explained the saying and Ingrid replied, “I always want to keep my feet on the ground, except when I’m flying somewhere, can we go on an aeroplane sometime please Tom?” “You’ve never flown anywhere? No, I guess not, yes of course we can. I’ll take you wherever you want to go Ingrid, just so long as you let me keep looking at your amazing body.” It was Ingrid’s turn to squeeze something of Tom’s and the triggered a second round of love making. Calm finally restored in the motorhome they thought about the evening. They did decide to go to the site’s cafe to eat but first it was a shower in the family showers where Ingrid asked Tom to bring her off again, Tome deciding that the girl was insatiable. Then it was back to the van where Ingrid had to decide what to wear as Tom again refused to let her go naked, even though she still had the thong painted on her. Ingrid chose a top that is short enough to be worn as a top or an ultra short dress, one that shows Ingrid’s slit, clit and the bottom parts of her butt cheeks, and that’s when she’s just standing upright. Ingrid’s justification for choosing that particular top was that if anyone said anything she could flip the front up and look like she was wearing a blue thong. Before going to the cafe they went for a walk all around the site, probably going down every little road and track, Ingrid linking arms with Tom as they walked and talked, exchanging more details of their past making Tom more determined to have Ingrid with hm forever. When they arrived at the cafe they were immediately spotted by their neighbours and Ian went rushing over to them and insisted that they go and sit at the table that they had commandeered and add their drinks and food to their own order. Ingrid’s chair had been placed between the two boys and she spent most of the time laying back on the chair which meant that whenever the boys turned to her they could see some blue painted pubis and her pink clit sticking out between her slit lips. On the other side of the table the adults were talking, well Angela was boring Tom by telling him all about the old buildings that her and Ian had visited that day. Things got worse for Tom when he discovered that the entertainment that night was karaoke, something that Tom never enjoys, he hates the way people ‘murder’ good songs and half way through the evening he said that he had to join a zoom meeting with some of his staff. That was of course rubbish but Angela and Ian didn’t know that, and him and Ingrid ‘escaped’ and hurried back to the motorhome to enjoy themselves before finally going to sleep. ***** It was Ingrid’s turn to be woken by Tom’s cock sliding in and out of her vagina. Somehow they had slept later than intended but that wasn’t going to stop them having some fun before leaving the motorhome to have a shower. They were just about finishing their breakfasts when Angela and her two sons appeared round the bushes. “Morning Tom, Ingrid, is it still okay to leave these two with you? Oh Ingrid, you look great in that thong bikini bottom.” “Thank you Angela.” Ingrid replied as she struggled to hold a giggle. Once the neighbours car drove off Tom said, “Right guys, we’re going to start the day with some exercising, the same as yesterday. Boys, you can join in if you want, or you can just watch Ingrid. She’s told me that she enjoyed doing them yesterday and she doesn’t mind you watching.” Both boys chose to just watch and this time they made sure that they were closer to where Ingrid would perform. Tom then gave Ingrid instructions as to which exercise to do, making sure that Ingrid was in the best position for the boys to get a great view of her pussy. Unsurprisingly, Ingrid was enjoying her exposure more that the exercise, but it was debatable if she was enjoying her exposure more than the boys were. Twenty minutes later Ingrid stood facing Tom and said, “What next?” “Sunscreen.” Tom said, “Boys, did your mother cover you in the stuff?” “Yes,” Daniel replied. “Okay we’ll get this done quicker if both of you boys put some on her at the same time, Ingrid, on a lounger on your front, boys, one either side of her.” They did then Tom gave them both a large dollop on their hands and told them to get on with it. If Tom had asked them the previous day they would have been very reluctant but this day both of them started on her arms then went down her back and the sides of her torso. Because her tits are so small they would have had to reach under her to do he side boobs, which they didn’t. As they moved down they both rubbed some on her butt but didn’t linger or go between her cheeks. After doing her legs Tom told Ingrid to turn over and when she did Tom could see that her pussy was leaking quite a lot. Giving the boys another dollop each he said, “Don’t be shy boys, Ingrid won’t complain if you get all personal.” The did, and when they got to her tits Tom said, “Make sure that you rub it into her nipples boys, they need it to be rubbed well in to them.” Well Ingrid was in heaven, two boys playing with her nipples whilst her lover was staring up her spread legs at her pussy that was leaking copious amounts of of her juices. Tom was closely watching both her pussy and her face and he saw the pleasure and heard her moaning. “Don’t worry about the noises that she is making, that’s a girl thing,” Tom said when he saw Daniel backing off when Ingrid started moaning.” The boys rubbed her tits some more and Tom thought that she might just have an orgasm from just her tits being played with but she didn’t and the boys moved down her torso. “What about Ingrid’s knickers?” Elliott asked. “Good question,” Tom said, then continued, “just pretend that they aren’t there.” But the boys both bypassed her pubis and her pussy and went down her legs. It was Ingrid that reminded them that they missed a bit. “Are you sure?” Daniel asked, “that area is private and boys aren’t supposed to go there.” “Unless they are invited to.” Tom replied, “and I’m sure that Ingrid is inviting you because she needs sunscreen on there.” The boys looked at each other then their hands went to her pussy but staying away from her hole and her clit. Tom realised that they were probably too nervous to actually run the sunscreen between her lips and on her clit so he said, “Boys, that lump of skin between her legs is very sensitive and very prone to burn so take it in turns to rub plenty of the sunscreen on and all around it and the reddish area between her pussy lips.” “Is that lump her clitoris?” Daniel asked. “Yes it is Daniel and it is very sensitive to the sun so plenty of sunscreen. You took notice of what they were teaching you in sex education lessons then boys. Did they have a live model for you to see what all the parts of a girl are or did you have to make do with a rubber model.” “A silly rubber model.” Elliott replied. “Well if you have any questions about Ingrid’s parts just ask her.. I’m sure that she’ll be happy to help you.” Tom wasn’t sure that either boy heard that last part as one was rubbing sunscreen along her slit and the other boy was transfixed with the sight. From going up and down Ingrid’s slit Daniel went to her clit and Ingrid gasped then moaned just as soon as Daniel touched her clit. “That’s it Daniel. Plenty of sunscreen all over it and all round it.” Tom said as he realised that his shorts were getting quite uncomfortable at the front. “Don’t worry if Ingrid starts making funny noises or shaking, that’s perfectly normal. Oh yes, you watched me rubbing sunscreen on her yesterday, do you remember seeing her shake a lot?” “And she made some funny noises.” Elliott added. “Yes,” Tom said, “and it will probably be the same today.” Daniel kept rubbing and the inevitable happened. Her little body almost danced around on the lounger and she got quite vocal. Daniel withdrew his hand and joined his brother in just watching Ingrid. As she started to come down from her high Elliott said, “What’s all that liquid coming out of her hole?” “That’s her natural lubrication, female bodies do that when they are expecting to be penetrated by a penis,” Tom replied, “but Ingrid is too young for that so it goes to waste. Elliott, it’s your turn to rub sunscreen on Ingrid there, she needs a lot on that part of her body.” Neither boy questioned the necessity of a double layer of sunscreen on Ingrid’s pussy and clit and Elliott got to work. Ingrid’s body hadn’t fully recovered from her first orgasm of that session, her third of the day, and it was only a couple of minutes before she was climaxing again, complete with all the physical and verbal actions that always accompany Ingrid’s orgasms. When Ingrid was something like normal, Tom asked the boys what the plan was for the day. “Dunno.” Daniel replied. “How about going to the beach this morning and to the pool this afternoon?” Tom suggested. Neither boy could think of anything better so that’s what they did. Daniel and Elliott went to get a football and Ingrid turned to Tom and said, “Thank you Tom. But you are so going to end up with a sore cock when I get the chance to fuck your brains out.” “I shall look forward to that young lady.” When the boys returned Tom said, “You go on ahead, I’ve got a couple of things to do then I’ll follow you.” Tom watched Ingrid walk away with the two boys, her only wearing a very small inverted triangle of paint at the top of her butt crack and the blue upside down Isosceles Trapezium on her pubis. One thing that Tom had to do was give himself some relief. The sight of what had just happened was almost too much for him but he couldn’t wait until the evening. He went round the back of the motorhome and relieved himself into the bushes then went and lay on a lounger for a while. When Tom finally went to the beach to check on Ingrid he found her there with Daniel, Elliott and two other boys, the two that were in the pool with them the day before. She looked to be enjoying herself as they threw a ball amongst themselves so Tom held back and watched her. Ingrid didn’t seem at all concerned that she was naked and the boys all had their shorts on. The game sort of morphed into a game of the boys passing the ball to each other and Ingrid trying to intercept the passes and as the boys got closer to each other Ingrid was jumping right in front of a boy and Tom sword that he could see get tits rubbing against the boy’s faces as she jumped right in front of them. A few times Tom saw Ingrid actually jump up onto a boy and wrapping her legs round his waist and Tom felt his cock stirring in his shorts. As I mentioned before, the two other boys were older that Daniel and Elliott and Tom was sure that he saw them grabbing for Ingrid’s tits, and her pussy, and he just knew that Ingrid would be loving every seconds of it. A couple of times Ingrid and one of the boys ended up on the sand and Tom definitely saw a boys hand holding one of her tits. Tom wasn’t at all jealous because he wanted Ingrid to have as much fun as possible and he could hear her laughing from about twenty metres away. Eventually that game ended and Tom was surprised to see the boys take an arm or a leg each and lift Ingrid high into the air. Of course her legs were spread wide giving the two boys holding her legs a great view except that Tom suspected that her pussy juices would be holding quite a bit of sand and obscuring the boys view a little. For some reason that Tom couldn’t understand the four boys were carrying Ingrid around spread like that. Tom even had to get up and start following them so that he could keep his eyes on her. In and out of lots of the other people on the beach they went, most of them being able to see Ingrid’s pussy in all its glory. “Ingrid must be close to cumming.” Tom thought. They were nearly at the other end of the beach when the boys finally put Ingrid back on her feet they they all went into the sea and started splashing each other, Tom noting that Daniel and Elliott didn’t go any deeper than their thighs whilst Ingrid and the two other boys went further into the sea. When they came out the five of them started heading towards the path off the beach and Tom decided that it was time to make his presence know. “There you are Tom.” Ingrid said when she saw him and she gave him a hug. “We were having great fun but everyone is going to the pool now, can I go please?” “Of course you can let me check that your thong bikini bottoms are still intact.” Tom squat down and Ingrid spread he legs even though that wasn’t necessary. “I see that your pussy is enjoying the games Ingrid.” “Yes Tom, just you wait, you’d better put a gag on me when were back in the motorhome.” “I will and I might just tie you down as well young lady.” “Promises, promises.” Tom slapped Ingrid’s butt and sent her after the boys telling her that he gad to go back to the motorhome for something then he’d follow them to the pool. It was his phone that he went for and as he walked to the pool he phoned his lawyer to find out how many packages had been delivered for him and what progress was being made on the identity documents for Ingrid, or should he say Rachel Matthews were coming along. Tom was just arriving at the pool when his lawyer told him that he had all the documents and also six packages. Tom told him that he’d email him an address in a few days. Ingrid and the boys were all messing around in the pool and Tom immediately realised that Ingrid was getting groped quite a lot but her face told Tom that she was loving it. He looked at the adults around the pool and didn’t see anyone who looked concerned that a nearly naked fourteen year old girl was getting molested by a group of slightly older boys in the water even though her face told everyone that she was happy. Tom claimed one of the loungers, lifted the end of it and sat watching the fun in the water. The fun in the pool extended to the surrounding area with Ingrid getting chased around in amongst the people around the pool but Ingrid’s laughing and obvious enjoyment stopped anyone from being concerned. When she ran around him Tom could see that her paint job was staying good and actually did look like a thong bikini bottom unless you looked really closely. Tom smiled and planned to paint one on again in places where he thought that she couldn’t get away with being totally naked. The games seemed to go on forever but at one point Tom stopped them and told them all to get out and they went to the little shop where Tom bought them all an ice cream before it was back into the pool for more teenage messing about. Finally, most of the teenagers were showing signs of flagging and Tom called them out and put an end to the fun. The two ‘new’ boys stayed at the pool and Tom, Ingrid and their neighbours walked back to the motorhome. They had only just got there when Ian and Angela’s car arrived back and Ian came to collect his sons, Ian telling Ingrid that she was wearing a cute bikini bottoms. As soon as they were on their own the went into the motorhome, closed the door and windows and in spite of the heat they fucked themselves silly until neither of them could do any more until they had had a long break. Both Ingrid and Tom had slight bite marks on their arms where they had been put in Ingrid’s mouth to suppress her screams of pleasure. It was getting dark when they finally emerged, both looking totally knackered but hungry and thirsty. After going and having an uneventful shower during which they used the special soap to remove the paint thong. After a short rest on the loungers Tom told Ingrid to put a dress and sandals on and they walked to the village, Tom not wanting to risk another karaoke or having to listen to Angela telling them all about the history of the region. They ate at a cafe where Ingrid got a few stares because her ‘dress’ was so short that Tom could see her clit when he was stood in front of her, and he could see the bottom half of her butt cheeks when he was stood behind her. When it came to the walk back Ingrid told Tom that she was tired so the lifted her over his shoulder in such a way that her pussy was on display to people approaching them and Tom could also use his spare hand to play with her pussy as he walked. Ingrid still had enough energy for a good lovemaking session before they went to sleeping. *****

The Tropical Island Girl. by Vanessa Evans Part 2 The next thing that I knew was that it was getting light outside, Teddys hand was still holding one of my tits and I could feel his hard cock between my legs. I was a bit shocked for a couple of seconds then I realised that I liked what I was feeling. Thats nice Teddy. I whispered but got no response. Teddy, are you trying to fuck me? I whispered and still didnt get a response. I didnt really want to wake him so I just lay there and enjoyed the feelings. After a minute or so I couldnt help myself and my hips started slowly sliding backwards and forwards so that Teddys hard cock was sliding along my slit which I could feel was getting wet. It was a nice feeling that was getting nicer by the second. My hand that was attached to the arm that was on top slowly made its way to my clit. As I went back each time the tip of Teddys cock rubbed over my clit and I felt the end of his hard cock. It felt so big that I could never imagine it going inside me. I kept slowly going back and forward and rubbing my clit when my hips came forward and I felt one of those orgasms building inside me. The orgasm erupted almost instantly and my body started shaking; and that disturbed Teddy. What the fuck? Teddy said, Leia, what the fuck are you doing? Why are you here? Teddy moved away from me but for a few seconds I wasnt able to do anything. When I finally stopped shaking and was able to say anything I said, Im really sorry Teddy, I was feeling all sad so I came for one of your hugs but you were asleep. I climbed under the sheet and cuddled up to you didnt wake up and I fell asleep. When I woke up your hard, huge cock was between my legs touching my pussy and it felt so good that I started sliding back and forwards. By then I was crying and I was scared that Teddy would throw me out of the house and Id have nowhere to go. Its okay Leia, Teddy said as he put his arm over me, almost resting his hand on my tit, dont cry, I guess that you only did what is natural. My tears started to dry up and I turned and lay on my back. Teddys hand moved as I turned and it ended up on top on one of my tits. Im sorry Teddy, I was just so sad, I just needed a hug. Its okay Leia, you can have a hug anytime, but you shouldnt really be climbing into my bed, youre only 14 and Im a grown man. But it was so nice cuddling up to you, I felt relaxed and fell asleep. It is nice cuddling you Leia but we shouldnt be doing it in here, people will get the wrong idea. What do you mean Teddy, were only cuddling? I know that and you know that but most people will think that we are fucking. Well thats not possible, your cock is way too big for my little hole, I can only just get one of my fingers in it. Well you dont have to worry about that Leia because it isnt going to happen. But we can still hug and cuddle cant we? Of course we can Leia. Now off you go, I have to get showered and ready for work. I went and got breakfast ready for the 3 of us then Chuck and Teddy went to work. I showered then did all the jobs that I said I would do then I decided to go for a walk. There was so much around there that I hadnt seen and I was sure that it was nothing like the rest of the island. I wandered all around, even going up to the Base fence and main gate. There were guards with guns there and they stared at me for ages before telling me to go away. As they stared at me I stared at them and I couldnt help wondering if their cocks were as big as Teddys. Thinking that made my clit and nipples tingle and my pussy feel all wet. I watched some enormous aircraft and 2 helicopters take off and they were VERY noisy. I saw some other men and women, all in uniforms, walking around. They didnt pay much attention to me and I wondered if other island girls walked around there with no clothes on. Back at the house I watch some more cartoons. However, I couldnt stop myself from thinking about Teddys cock and did girls really get things that size inside them? I just couldnt concentrate on the cartoons and when one ended I was feeling so horny that I went to the kitchen to look for things around the size of Teddys cock. There wasnt anything but the handle of what Chuck called a Fish Spatula looked to be a smaller version and I thought that if I could get that in my hole (which I had my doubts about) then I could look for something as big as Teddys cock. I took the Fish Spatula outside to the grassy area at the back of the house where the light was brighter and I could lay on the grass thinking that it would be easier if I was on my back. Spreading my legs as wide as I could get them I rubbed the handle up and down my slit. When it touched my clit I gasped then rubbed it around my clit a few times before putting the end to the entrance of my hole and gently pushing. After 4 or 5 tries it still wouldnt go in then I remembered my mother telling me that I had to relax to be able to push a tampon in, so I did my best to relax. It must have worked because the next time I gently pushed I felt my hole opening and the handle going in. The other thing was that it felt good, the nervousness had gone and my whole crotch area, and my nipples were tingling, a lot. I just held it there for a good minute then slowly pulled it out then started to push it in again. This time it went in easier and it felt just as good if not better. Then I did it again, and again. It only took about 6 or 7 times for me to have an orgasm. As I lay there getting my wits about me I saw a couple of men in uniform walking along the path just a few metres from me. They stared at me but kept walking, Then I thought about the size of Teddys cock and that of the Fish Spatula. There was little comparison so I got up and went inside. Remembering to wash all the slimy liquid that was on the handle of The Fish Spatula before putting it back where it belonged before looking for something bigger. All I could find was a banana. My teacher had told us that the bananas on our island are bigger than the ones on the other nearby islands, I cant remember why, but when I pulled it off the bunch I wrapped my little hand round it my fingers and thumb couldnt touch. I imagined that it was Teddys cock. I quickly ran outside and lay down again. The end of the banana was a bit rough on my delicate skin but once it started sliding in it felt much bigger than the Fish Spatula handle. Soon I was doing what I imagined fucking was like, the banana going in and out. Faster and faster my hand went and I knew that I was going to cum again. I reached the edge and went over it then I just lay there with the banana half in and half out of my hole, thinking about how good it had felt and imagining fucking with Teddy, or other men. I imagined a whole line of men waiting to fuck me one after another. That idea really appealed to me. I was still laying there daydreaming when I heard Chuck say, Girls usually do that sort of thing somewhere private Leia. I dont have a house or even a room, besides, why do they do it somewhere private, whats wrong with out here? Nothing I guess. Chuck replied. I pulled the banana out, peeled it and started eating it as I walked back into the house. You wont want to eat your dinner Leia. Chuck said when he saw me eating. Ill be okay. I replied. Im sure that you will Leia, you hardly eat anything anyway. Hey, I was talking to Lizzy earlier, she really likes you. She says that she likes that you dont wear any clothes, she says that it would stop all the bitchiness about each others clothes at school. I hope that you havent given her any ideas Leia. I havent suggested anything Chuck, just told her what its like here. Besides, it was you who held your video phone in front of me and showed her that I was naked. True Leia, sorry, not your fault. Lizzy says that shed like to talk with you again sometime, she suggested that you might like to have a video call with all her class to tell them what its like being a girl in this part of the world. Me! A video call where a whole class of girls and boys can see and hear me? That sounds cool. Id like that. Id be able to see all their silly clothes, lifes so much better not wearing clothes. Leia, you have to remember that its like living in a fridge where I come from. Oh yes, I forgot. Shall I start getting dinner ready? I did, and Teddy timed it perfectly, coming through the door just as I was about to tell Chuck that it was ready. Over dinner Teddy told us that hed spoken to the CO and that hed agreed to let me work for Teddy in the Stores but there were conditions: - 1. That I could read and write and do basic maths enough to do the job. 2. That if me not wearing any clothes started to become a problem I had to either start wearing some or find another job. 3. That there was no sexual activity on the Base. When Id cleared away after dinner Teddy called me over and told me to sit on his lap. When I did he picked up the notebook and a pen that was beside him and told me to write my name. I did, and as I was doing it I remembered my teacher telling me that I was a neat writer. Then Teddy gave me a piece of paper with some words printed on it. Copy those words onto the space under where you have written your name Leia. Again I did, then Teddy asked me to add up, take away and multiply some numbers. I got them right and Teddy told me that Id just got myself my first job. I was so happy that I got to my feet and started jumping about, much to the amusement of Teddy and Chuck. Teddy and Chuck went out after that and didnt come back until late. Id been watching a cartoon then played with the TV control and saw some strange programs which I only half watched because I was both happy and sad. I also thought about those feelings that I had when Id fucked myself with the Fish Spatula and banana. My hand wandered to my pussy and started rubbing. I remember having an orgasm then feeling tired. The next thing that I knew was Teddy putting a blanket over me. He was gone before I had a chance to thank him but I was awake and couldnt get back to sleep. After about an hour or so I decided to go and see if Teddy was awake. He wasnt but I still got onto the bed under the sheet next to him. He didnt wake up so after a while I turned onto my side facing him and put one arm and one leg over him, if he couldnt cuddle me then I could cuddle him. As I got into that position my knee rested on his bare cock and once Id been there for a minute or so I decided that I wanted to touch his cock so I slid my knee down and replaced it with my hand. His cock felt so warm and soft. I tried moving it about and it started to get a bit bigger and a bit harder. Teddy. I whispered. When I got no reply I said his name again, this time in my normal voice. Getting no response, and his cock was getting a little harder, I wondered if I dare lick it. Lizzy had told me that blowjobs were nice so I decided that I was going to find out for myself. I carefully shuffled down the lovely soft bed until my face was just above his cock. It was dark but I could feel it and taste it. It didnt taste of much until it was hard and I could feel some thick liquid coming out of the end. It didnt smell like piss so I wondered if Teddy was having an orgasm. After a few seconds I decided that it couldnt be that because he wasnt shaking, apart from me holding his cock he was perfectly still. Then, without thinking that I was going to do it, I licked the the end of his cock and then opened my mouth and tried to put my mouth over the end of it. I managed that but couldnt get much more of it in my mouth. Again without thinking about it I lifted my head off his cock then put my mouth over the end of it again. I did this about 6 times before I felt Teddys hands go onto the back of my head and hold it on his cock. Then Teddy said, Oh Cindy, thats amazing. Ohhhhhhhhh. And I felt lots of warm creamy stuff fill my mouth. It didnt taste bad, but it also didnt taste as nice as some of the fruit that there is on the island. I had no choice other than to swallow and as I did I decided that I liked the taste. Then Teddys cock started to go soft. As it flopped out of my mouth I thought, So that was a blowjob. I want to do that again, and again. Teddy, I whispered. Getting no respose I decided that men must be able to have orgasms whilst they slept and I wondered if girls can as well. With Teddy still not stirring I slowly shuffled up his body until my head was on his shoulder and my arm and leg were over him. It wasnt long before I was asleep. ***** Leia. I heard Teddy say but I was still half asleep. Leia. What? Youve done it again, you shouldnt be here. Sorry Teddy, I needed a hug. Leia, as much as you want a hug, you need to control yourself and only want them when Im not in bed. Sorry Teddy, its just .. I know Leia, I know. Teddy had put his arm round me and was hugging me to him. I wondered if he knew that he had got hard and had cum in my mouth, but I didnt dare mention it just in case he got really mad with me. After a couple of minutes hug Teddy untangled himself and told me to go and have a shower. It was going to be my first working day and when I remembered that I got all excited. As I quickly showered I wondered if Teddy was going to come and join me but when I had finished I went out and found him cooking breakfast. Ah, good, can you finish this whilst I have a quick shower and wake Chuck. He did, and I did, and before long the 3 of us were sat eating breakfast. Once finished, Teddy and Chuck got into their uniforms whilst I cleared up. The 3 of us were soon walking towards the Main Gate of the Base, two big uniformed men with a much smaller, very naked young girl between them. Whats this First Shirt, procuring young girls for people now are you? Whos she for? One of the guards on the Main Gate asked. Its Master Sergeant Tubbs to you Jones. Not that its any of your business but Leia is coming to work for me now that Im short-handed. Working naked is she Master Sergeant? Yes Jones. Do you have a problem with that? No Master Sergeant. We started walking again with me pleased with the way that Teddy silenced the guard. There were quite a few uniformed people walking around and it was mostly the young men who gave me more than a cursory glance and I couldnt really understand why my nipples and pussy were tingling. We went into this massive building which was full of military equipment and in one corner was the mangled mess of a jeep and other things that I didnt recognise. Teddy saw me looking at the wreckage and said, Try not to think about it Leia. I was right, that was the wreckage from the explosion that killed both my parents. Fortunately there was a lot of things that were new to me going on right then so my brain was distracted. Teddy took me to an area of the big building that was fenced in by lots of massive boxes. I saw a couple of tables with lots of papers on them and a chair at each table. Teddy pointed to one of the tables and said, Thats where you will be based Leia, have a seat, make yourself comfortable and Ill be with you in a couple of minutes. It turned out that Teddy was a busy and popular man, it was ages before he got back to me and during that time he took 4 phone calls and had 5 people come to see him. Each 1 of the 5 had something to say about the naked girl sat at the desk. Nothing bad was said, in fact I liked what they all had to say and them staring at me whilst they talked kept my nipples hard and my pussy tingling and wet. I so wanted to rub my pussy but I managed to keep my hands on the table although I did see some of the men standing back and looking under the table at my bare legs. Those who stood far enough back wouls have been able to see my legs right up to my stomach and what was between my legs because I was sat with my knees quite far apart. Finally, Teddy turned towads me and said, As you can see Leia, it gets quite busy in here with everyone wanting something. I sent that lot to go and get what they wanted themselves but I need you to get familiar with what we have in here and to get small things for some of the people. If they want bigger things I will send them with you just to make sure that they dont leave with things that they shouldnt. In this game you have to be able to get things my means that often arent by the book. Thats okay for me because I get things from other bases and back home but I cant have people taking things out of my store without my permission.. Now, the paperwork. Teddy talked me through what I had to do and I found it a bit too much for me. When it got to that point I stood up and turned to Teddy and told him that I didnt think that I could do the job. Teddy put his arm round me and told me that he was sure that I could manage and said that it was his fault for telling me too much all in one go. I turned and faced him and hugged him, his big arms coming round me. We were still hugging when I hearda familiar female voice, Now now Teddy, no fratanising with the staff. Hi there Andrea. I just pushed too much onto Leia in one go and it got too much for her. Shes okay now, arent you Leia? Oh hi Andrea, Im okay now thanks. Dont you let him bully you Leia, if he does you come and tell me. So how are you doing Leia? Okay now that Ive got a job and can pay for my keep. Dont you let this man take all your pay off you, keep some for yourself to pay for some clothes and other things that us girls need. Youll be able to get them on the Base. Im surprised that the CO would let you work on the base without any clothes on. Shell be okay Andrea, if anyone tries to put a hand on her theyll have me to deal with. Good, but dont make them need more than the Doc can provide Teddy, we dont want to have to fly them back home for treatment, talking about the doctor, have you been for your checkup yet Leia? What checkup? The doctor has to examine everyone who starts working on the Base, standard procedure. Dont worry, he wont hurt you and it doesnt take long. Shall I take her there now Teddy, save you leaving this place? Will I get that implant thing that you told me sbout Teddy? Youre 14 Leia, Andrea said in a surprised tone. You shouldnt even know what those things are never mind thinking that you need one? Yes please Andrea, I spoke to the doc yesterday and hes expecting her. Teddy said. We had to walk ascross the Base to get to the medical centre and my naked body attracted some more attention which I just ignored. As we walked Addrea again tried to persuade me to let her get some clothes for me to wear. No thank you Andrea, Teddy has cleared it with the CO, strange nane for a person, and they say that its okay unless it becomes a problem. Besides, no clothes, no washing of clothes, better all round. Well I suppose thats one way of looking at it, but if you do change your mind come to me and well sort something out. Now, I know that weve walked right across the Base but do you think that youll be able to find your way back on your own? Sure, its a straight line. I replied. Before I show you to the doctor, Ill show you the admin block. Theyre right next to each others. After youve seen the doc go next door and theyll fix you up with your photo ID so that you can come and go as you please. Like those cards that mum and dad had hanging round their necks? Thats them. Ive never had my photograph taken before, but I did have one of those video calls to Chucks daughter Lizzy, she seems a nice girl. She is, did she see that you didnt have any clothes on? Yes she did. She wants me to have a video call with all of her school class so that they can ask me what its like here. Did Lizzy say anything about you putting some clothes on before that video call? No, why? I just thought that it might be a good idea before all her class saw you. Lizzy wasnt bothered by it so why should the other kids? Maybe its just us adults that have these hang-ups? Andrea asked. I didnt really know what to say to that, and besides we arrived at the building. Right Leia, when the doctor has finished with you go through that door over there and tell them that Senior Master Sergeant Teddy Tubbs has sent you to get your ID card. Theyll sort you out then you head on back to Teddys store, okay? Yes Andrea, thank you, are you coming in to the medical centre or do you want me to go on my own? Can you manage on your own Leia? Yes, of course I can. Im not a baby. You certainly are not a baby Leia, okay, off you go and Ill see you around. Andrea left and I went into the medical centre and told the first person that I saw who I was and that I was supposed to see the doctor for a check-up. Yes, we are expecting you and its very obvious who you are young lady. Come with me. The old woman in the very white uniform led me to a door that had a sign on it saying, Captain Peters. I wondered why I had to see a Captain and not a doctor but when I went in the man looked more like a doctor than what I imagined a captain would look like. Ah yes, Master Sergeant Tubbs new local help, thank you nurse. the man said, take a seat young lady. I did, then he started asking me all sorts of questions, a lot of which I had no idea what he was talking about so I just said that I didnt know. Then the doctor told me that he had to physically examine me and that I didnt have to worry because he wouldnt hurt me. He told me to lay on a padded table then he started prodding my little tits and pulling and twisting my nipples. That part felt nice . Then he moved down to my stomach and continued prodding. While he was doing that he asked me if I was sexually active. Well I havent been fucked by a man, I replied, but I have put things inside me, like a banana. I saw the doctor smile then he told me that hed have to examine inside me. That puzzled me because I just couldnt understand how he could do that, even when he got me to lift my ankles onto the strange things that held my legs spread really wide. Whats that thing? I asked as he held up this strange plastic thing. Its called a speculum and I insert it into your vagina then open it. It lets me see if everything in there looks healthy. Youre going to fuck me with that? I asked. No, intercourse, or fucking as you call it, is when something goes in and out of you over and over, the speculum will go in just the once. I see that you are producing lots of natural lubrication so it wont hurt and I wont need to use any atrificial lubrication, are you ready Leia, Just try and relax. I felt the speculum thing slide inside me and it felt nice. I think that I actually moaned a little. Then when the doctor opened it I felt like I imagined it would feel like if Teddys cock was going inside me, and this time I know that I moaned. I moaned again when I felt the doctor blowing air on my pussy. I know that it was just him breathing but it felt like he was blowing into my hole. All too soon it was over and the doctor was telling me to sit on the chair again. Everything is good Leia but theres just one more thing, Master Sergeant Tubbs tells me that he wants me to give you a contraceptive implant, are you intending to have sexual relations with the Master Sergeant Leia? No, hes said that it will never happen. Good, theres lots of reasons why that shouldnt happen but if hes said that it will never happen then I have nothing to worry about, I guess that hes just worried for you in general. He is a nice man doctor. Yes, he obviously is, looking after you like he is. I guess that theres touch of guilt there. Normally I would tell the woman to roll her sleeve up at this stage but you dont have that problem. Will it hurt? No more than a pin prick or a slap on your bottom. I looked away as the doctor did whatever, and he was right, I hardly felt it. Then the doctor told me that there might be some side effects, and that I was to go and see him if I felt strange at all. Then he added that my perionds might stop. So I wont need to use those tampon things again, thats good because I havent got any. The doctor smiled then told me that if I did need any to come there and ask any of the staff there for some. Then it was all over and he told me that I could leave. That old, unpleasant nurse gave me a filthy look as I walked out but it didnt bother me, Ive had a lot worse. Next it was to the admin office and a young man in uniform looked me up and down then said that he was expecting me. He got me to stand against a blank, white wall and he took a photograph of me. As he was printing my ID card I saw that the photo was of all of my front unlike all the others that Id seen where they just showed the person above their shoulders. I thought that there must be different rules for Islanders although I couldnt remember my mother or fathers ID cards showing them totally naked. Not caring about the difference I put the lanyard thing round my neck and started walking back to Teddys store. There wasnt a lot less people there with Teddy and he was soon able to show me more about what my job was. It all seemed quite straight forward and when the next person came in Teddy told the young man to ask me. I was pleased that I knew what to do and as I was doing it I saw that the young man was looking up and down my naked front. Teddy asked me if I was okay and that I knew what I was doing and when I said that I was good he told me that he was going to see someone and that hed be back in 15 or 20 minutes. No sooner than Teddy was out of the door than the young man started talking to me, and it wasnt Air Force related things that he was telling me about or asking me, he wanted to know if I gave blowjobs. When I told him that Id given my first one the night before he asked me if Id give him one. I thought for a couple of seconds wondering if this mans cock would taste different to Teddys and I decided to find out. Okay then. I replied. Nice one Leia, come with me, we dont want the Master Sergeant walking in and seeing us, you might get in trouble and lose your job. That made some sense, so I followed him towwards to back of the warehouse where I watched as the man dropped his trousers and I saw his hard cock. It wasnt as big as Teddys and it had lots of skin right to the end of it. On your knees girl and get to it. I did, and was amazed at how the extra skin slid back and forwards with my hand. That clear, thick liquid started comng out of the end although it was difficult to tell because it was mixed with my saliva. I really got into going up and down with my head and I was feeling quite proud of myself as I kept feeling the end of it go into the start of my throat. I was feeling good, and as my head went up and down my right hand found its way to my pussy and was rubbing my clit which made me feel even better. Then the man put his hands on my head and held me with his cock at my throat entrance. He started to say, Im gonna cuuuu, and I felt his cock jerk and most of his cum went down my throat. Some didnt and was left in my mouth. For a few seconds I couldnt swallow or breathe, then he pulled my head off his cock. Let me see, the man said so I opened my mouth knowing that there was still some of his creamy cum on my tongue. You look good slut, swallow it and show me your empty mouth. Were you playing with yourself whilst I fucked your mouth slut? Yes sir. Stand up and lean back against that pallet and finish yourself off slut. I assumed that he meant play with my pussy again and make myself cum. So I did and it felt really good doing it with that man watching me. Unfortunately, it didnt take long for me to cum and the man put his hand over my mouth to stiffle the moans that I couldnt stop myself making. Well done slut, now wheres that carburetor? I picked up the piece of paper and saw that we werent far from the location so we went there and the man picked one up. I need you to sign for it. I said. Yeah, cant have my favourite slut getting into trouble can I? The man signed the piece of paper and started walking to the way out leaving me standing there. For a few seconds I thought about what had just happenned, Id given my second blowjob and the man seened to like it. I knew that I did, and his cum tasted very much like Teddyd did. Id also cum in front of a stranger and that feeling was really nice. As I started to walk back to my desk I decided that I liked what had happened and I wanted to do it again. Back at my desk I started sorting some papers like Teddy had told me to and I was still doing that when Teddy came back. Sorted that carburetor for that guy Leia? Teddy asked. Yes, and I got him to sign the receipt like you said. Well done Leia. As I got on with my job I remembered that man calling me a slut amd I wondered what he meant by it. A bit later I turned to Teddy and asked him what a slut was. Teddy coughed then asked me to repeat myself so I did. Well Leia, a slut is a woman who gives sexual favours to just about any man that she comes across. So Im not a slut then? Do you let any man that you come across fuck you Leia? No. Then you are not a slut Leia. Later, Teddy took me to the Base shop to get something for lunch. Wow, Id never seen a shop that big before, so many things to buy, not that I had any money. There was a local girl working there, I didnt know her, and I wondered why she was wearing clothes. Teddy introduced us and told her, Nuanua, that shed see more of me because Id be coming there most days to get Teddys lunch. When Teddy said see more of me, I smiled to myself, there was only between my legs that Nuanua hadnt seen and I doubted that shed be interested in my pussy. Anyway, Teddy took me round the shop to get a few things and a couple of young men that were also in there seemed to be following us around. I liked the look on their faces and then Teddy got me to bend over to pick up something from the floor. My back was to the 2 young men and Id bent at the waist. When Id stood up Teddy said, Leia, when you bend over you may want to make sure that there are no men behind you, you just gave those 3 guys, and me, an amazing view of your pussy. Youve seen my pussy before Teddy, and you didnt complain. Im not complaining now Leia, your pussy is a beautiful sight, I just thought that you might not want to show it to other men on the Base. It doesnt bother me if the whole world sees my pussy Teddy, do you want to see it again? Not now Leia, this place isnt the place for flashing your goodies, well not the intimate parts of your pussy, theres enough of you in display as it is. We carried on getting what Teddy wanted with me wondering if Teddy wanted to see more of what was between my legs. The afternoon went well, although there was a lot to learn. The only sort of break that I got was when Teddy sent me with a young mechanic to find a part for a jet engine. When we were at the other side of the warehouse the young man said, Leia, Andy tells me that you like giving blowjobs and playing with your pussy, is that right? Yes, thats true. Would you like to give me one? The guy said as he unfastened his overalls. Okay then. I replied and got down on my knees in front of him. This guys cock wasnt as thick as the last guys, but it was longer and it didnt have all that skin at the tip, just the purple end. I was able to got right down on him and get the end of it right in my throat although I had to keep coming up for air. The only thing that I didnt like was that some of the hair around it got free and into my mouth. I wished that the men on the Base would pluck out all the hair around their cocks like us local girls do with our pussies. I wondered if Andrea plucked hers out. Anyway, my right hand had made its way to my pussy and my fingers were just as busy as my mouth was. The guy shot his cum straight down my throat and I didnt get to taste it. When he pulled my head off his cock he lifted me up onto a big wooden box and told me to finish myself off. By that time I wouldnt have been happy if hed just fastened his overalls and told me to keep looking for the part that he wanted. I spread my legs and my right hand went to my pussy but the guy lifted my hand away and his face went straight to my, by then, very wet pussy. I gasped as his tongue licked my clit and I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. Somehow, in the midst of the rush of pleasure, I managed to think that what was happening to me must be what Teddy had called eating my pussy. I was loving it, it was so much better than what my fingers could do to me, and I wanted lots more of it. All those thoughts happened during the first few seconds of the guys tongue on my clit because that is all it took for me to have an orgasm, cuming as Teddy called it. Again I managed to keep relatively quiet and I hoped that Teddy hadnt heard my screams of pleasure. When it was all over the guy lifted me down and as we got on with finding what he was looking for he said, That was wonderful Leia, Ill definitely be back for more, and Ill let the other guys know that the Master Sergeant is now providing an unwritten service to the Base. I was a little puzzled by that and as we looked I thought, Well I certainly enjoyed both encounters and want many more similar things to happen. The guy went on his way with the part that he wanted and I went back to Teddy. There were no more encounters that day and Teddy and I walked home together at the end of the day. That night I went to bed on the couch early because I was tired but I woke up early and went to Teddys bed again. He was still asleep but the sheet had come off of him and he had a hard cock. I stared at it for ages then got very brave. I carefully and slowly got onto the bed and straddled his hips then I gently held his cock and lowered myself on to it. It felt as big as it looked and I had to raise myself up and then lower myself a bit more each time until I thought that it might come out of my mouth. I felt Teddy shoot his load into me first then after another couple of times lowering myself I too orgasmed. I think that it was my moaning, shaking and jerking that woke Teddy and when his eyes opened and he saw me still impaled on his cock he said, What the fuck, what the fuck are you dong Leia? You shouldnt be doing that, hell. You shouldnt even be in here. By then his cock had gone all soft and I started to say that I was lonely and sorry, but that turned into tears and Teddy put his arms up around me then pulled me down onto his chest. Its okay Leia, dont cry, no harm done. As he hugged me, my body was bent almost double with his cock still close to my pussy, I pushed down on my hips a little and felt the tip of his cock touch my pussy. Im sorry Teddy, but your cock makes me forget about my parents, it makes me feel very good. You being on me makes me feel good too Leia but we shoudlnt be doing this. Why not Teddy, if it makes us both feel good then what can be wrong with it? Youre 14 Leia. So what, some of the girls in my class at school were married. I guess that this Island doesnt have such a thing as age of consent. Whats that? Never mind Leia. As I lay on his chest I felt Teddys cock start to press on my pussy and then my hole opened up to let his rapidly hardening cock go inside me again. I thought you said that we shouldnt be doing this Teddy? I said as his cock went deeper and deeper inside me. We shouldnt Leia, but if it makes you happy then I guess that theres no harm done. I do like it Teddy, I wish that I knew about fucking years ago. Your body wasnt ready for it years ago Leia. Well it is now and I want to fuck a lot, will you help me please Teddy? Of course I will Leia, but you must never tell anyone and I mean anyone because Id get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out. Tell you what Teddy, if we can fuck every day I wont tell anyone, is that a deal? Yes Leia. Oh, oh, yeez, that feels so good. Teddy replied as I felt him cum inside me again. That night, and the previous day at work was the real start of my new life with Teddy. He was fucking me every night and I was getting and giving oral sex to lots of the airmen when they called into the stores. It wasnt just oral sex and I learnt a lot of different positions that I can fuck a man but I think that I prefer waking Teddy each morning by riding his cock. I dont think that Chuck realises what is going on between Teddy and me but if he does he doesnt say anything. I did have that video phone call with Lizzys class, and their teacher somehow displayed what was on the screen of Lizzys phone onto a huge screen in the classroom. Lizzy turned her phone so that I could see a huge version of me. Yes, when the call first got connected I heard a few gasps and giggles when Lizzys classmates saw that I was naked and I heard their teacher explain that it was normal where I lived for girls my age to not wear any clothes. My voice was starting to get a bit rough by the time Id answered all the questions about my life. As I talked I was looking at all the faces of the boys and girls and some of the expressions on the boys faces reminded me of those on some of the airmen who came to the stores and wanted something from the far corner of the warehouse so I tilted Chucks phone so that my little tits and my pussy were big on the screen. I was really enjoying my new life.

TormentTinyTits by Tlerone Pearl finds a new way of accepting her body and making money. Pearl sighed throwing her book bag down on the floor of her small apartment, having finished another tiring day at her college. It wasn't the work or the professors that she generally disliked, rather her fellow students. Pearl was in her sophomore year at college, yet didn't seem to catch much attention from her peers. She was a good enough looking girl, pretty facial features, and a gothic look to her appearance that she was rather proud of. Probably the only part of her appearance she was proud of... You see Pearl was rather... "underdeveloped" for her age. Her breasts were no bigger than an A cup, and her butt, in her own mind, flat as a board wasn't a good enough description for it. She was incredibly skinny, and she would commonly be mistaken for a preteen girl for crying out loud! All of that wouldn't be as bad if it weren't for the fact that her older sister had been blessed with a bust to put even D cups to shame, and a fantastic ass. Clearly her genetics were not to blame, the universe just seemed to hate her. After a stressful day at college, Pearl found the only way she could unwind would be a nice orgasm. Pulling her hoodie over her head, exposing her practically flat chest under her black t-shirt, she grabbed her laptop from her bookbag, making her way over to the couch of her small apartment. Calling it small was generous, the kitchen and living room were all one room, with an attached small bedroom and bathroom. Still If it meant not living in dorm rooms with girls way more attractive than her and guys with no attraction at all to her, Pearl was happy enough to slum it here during term time. Kicking off her shoes when she sat down on the small two-seater couch in an ugly green colour, Pearl opened her hand-me-down laptop, scouring the search engine for some material to her liking. She pulled her long black hair behind her into a half assed ponytail so as not to obstruct her view. She was in the mood for some of her favourites this afternoon... "I think some humiliation should do the trick..." The goth said to herself, furiously unbuttoning her jeans while still typing in her desired content into the search bar of her resident amateur model website. The girls on here were very much "real girls" and the viewer feature allowed commenters to tell the girls what they wanted to see. A feature Pearl very much liked. Pearl bunched up her black jeans at her ankles, lying down on the couch once she had kicked them off the end of her long legs, lifting her laptop up to get access to her red lacy panties, once again struggling to pull them down. Managing to get them to her knees, and letting gravity take them the rest of the way, kicking them off once at her ankles. the pale girl placed her laptop down on her lower thighs, just above her knees. Just enough room for access to her already moistening pussy, and still see the video past her unruly public hair. Not like she had much reason to trim it, who was ever going to see her in this state? After a little over an hour, and a lot of rubbing her most sensitive nub, Pearl was satisfied, lying completely spent on her couch. A particular stream had set her off, of a girl, upon suggestion from her viewers, handcuffing herself completely naked to a park bench! Watching the girl struggle to cover herself with only one free hand, and hastily explain to people passing by why she was in such a position was enough for the horny goth to explode all over her hand. As Pearl lay in her post orgasm bliss, two things crossed her mind. Number 1: she really needed to start keeping tissue boxes closer to her couch... And 2: The girls in the videos and streams on this site are absolutely loaded! She saw it constantly in the comments, people donating huge sums of money to get the girl to be more likely to notice their comment. None of the girls she watched lived in a crappy apartment like hers. She should do this! "Wait... that's not a bad idea..." Pearl though, closing down her laptop and, looking around for something to clean off her cum with. Why doesn't she try streaming herself? The people in this particular humiliation tag seem to enjoy just that, watching girls being humiliated! And with her pitiful body, just looking at herself in a mirror was way more humiliation than the girl handcuffed naked to the bench must have experienced! "Come on Pearl, porn? Really?" Pearl excused the idea from her mind as just the remnants of her arousal talking. She could slum it in this apartment for a bit, and she wasn't desperate for cash or anything... Deciding an early dinner would clear her mind, Pearl grabbed her discarded jeans and panties, making her way into her bedroom, hoping to find some unused cleanex in there before making a start on dinner. _ A few hour later, Pearl was sitting in front of her crappy TV in her pyjamas. She was only half-heartedly paying attention to whatever show she was watching; her mind was otherwise occupied. Not from thoughts of the assignment she had due in a few days' time that she'd barely made a dent in, but rather from what had occurred earlier that day on the very couch she was sitting on. Wiggling her butt, she could almost still feel some of her sticky residue from earlier on the cushion. She couldn't believe it, she was actually getting horny again. She could very quickly remedy that, but she was reminded of the thought that had crossed her mind earlier. That girl who was handcuffed to the bench naked was rich, probably enjoying a relaxing spa treatment in her mansion right now. And here she was, just as humiliated daily as her, and yet she's watching a stolen cable on a box TV? "How difficult would it realistically be?" Pearl thought out loud, pulling her phone out of her pyjama pocket, and getting up the website she loved so much. Of course, Pearl hadn't actually gone through the trouble of making an account up to this point, she was content to just watch while others made comments and gave requests to the girl's doing the shows. But as she clicked the large fonted 'Sign Up!' button at the top of the page, she was quite amazed at how easy it really was. All she needed was a username, a password and an email address! Not wanting the use her personal email for such a thing as a porn website, the increasingly curious raven-haired girl grabbed her laptop from her coffee table, intent on making a brand-new email address sheerly for the purpose of satisfying her curiosities. Within minutes, she was back at the sign up screen, entering her new email, and a password she had thought of in a few seconds. The last part was a screen name. Pearl sat for a minute, stumped at the idea of what to have her name on this website be. Obviously, it would be a bad idea to use her real name. It's not like she was actually going to start a cam show of her own, so she shouldn't put too much thought into it. This was just an experiment! Nothing more! "Fuckin... come on..." Pearl was struggling to think. If her name was out of the question, maybe something descriptive of her? Hypothetically, if she was going to stream on this site, what would be an appropriate username? Her whole gimmick would be humiliation, practically every day of her life was that for her anyways. Her hands started moving along the keyboard, inspiration hitting her in a second, the name appearing on her screen. TormentTinyTits The username was there, showing that it was available on the site. Pearl felt humiliation burn at the name that she herself had come up with as a descriptor for her. Face red, and slowly moving the mouse down to the 'Confirm' button, Pearl swallowed hard, not noticing how dry her mouth had become in the last few minutes. The screen flashed, bringing her to her profile page, with the humiliating username she had just come up with in bold letters, making her lovely face blush once again. In the top right-hand corner of her profile, there was a large blue button, the words burned into Pearl's hazel eyes. 'Start Streaming' "There's no way it's that easy..." The flat chested girl once again said to herself, wiggling her butt against the couch once again, sitting up straight and placing the laptop on the coffee table. Should she give it a test run? Looking down at herself, her pink and white floral bottoms and black band t shirt was hardly the attire to start a pornographic stream in. Though it's not like she was actually going to do anything, it was just to test how easy it was, right? Pearl bit her lip, the goth nervously shifter her finger on the trackpad of her laptop. She thought it over for a minute, her curiosity winning out over her reason. She got up from her couch, reaching for her abandoned bookbag, pulling a small black piece of fabric out of one of the pockets. She never went anywhere without a mask during the pandemic, and that was about to extend to the privacy of her own apartment. "Just in case." She told herself, slipping the mask on to her face, leaving her covered from the nose down, her eyes still transfixed on the laptop screen, where she had left her mouse cursor. One click of the button was all it would take. Pearl's hand was moving before she had a chance to stop and think about it. "LIVE" was displayed at the top of her screen, which had now changed to her own reflection staring back at her. To the side was a little chat bar, where comments would come in for the model on the stream. Pearl was utterly amazed that minutes ago she was watching TV, and now she was streaming herself on a porn site! One she frequented no less! "Whoa, it really is that easy..." Pearl whispered to herself, checking over her image on the screen. She was truly pathetic, sitting on her couch in her oversized pyjamas, not one part of her body looking appealing in the slightest. After a moment of studying herself, the raven-haired girl found the large red button at the bottom of her screen, labelled 'END STREAM' and decided to do just that. But her vision was drawn to something directly beside the button. 5 VIEWERS?! She'd been live for less than a minute, and there were already people watching her?! Gosh, no wonder all those beautiful streamers get so many views, it must be the easiest thing in the world to do if even someone like her is getting viewers. She wondered why these people even bothered clicking on her profile, before her computer let out a noise, alerting the goth to a notification. "So when does the tormenting begin?" The underdeveloped girl read silently in the comment section. That would make sense, the dumb name she had chose was obviously what peaked these viewers interest in her. Pearl was about to end the stream right away, disappointing her watchers, before her eyes landed on the viewer count once again. "Holy shit, 100 viewers?!" The raven-haired girl accidentally said out loud through her mask, as more comments started flooding into the bar at the side, most of them in similar vein to the first, some of them making jokes about her appearance. "Are we sure she's old enough to be on here?" "Wow, no kidding, those tits are tiny! I think we need a better view..." "Hurry up and humiliate yourself little girl!" Pearl was partially disgusted by the comments she was receiving, but a large part of her already knew this was the sort of reaction she knew she would get. It was then another notification alerted from her laptop, this one different from the last. Pearl's hazel eyes widened, the message chilling her to the bone... "$25 Donation: Take off your pants, nothing much to see upstairs anyways..." She... had actually gotten a donation? Real money from someone giving her a request! Her! She was all too familiar with how this system worked, having seen it many times on other cam girls streams! All to just... take off her pants? Maybe it was the adrenaline that had built up over the last few minutes, but that seemed... reasonable to her? "I must be going insane!" Pearl rationalised, seeing the comments now cheering in agreement with the donation. She was wearing a mask, and she was using a pseudonym so it's not like any of these people knew her personally... what's the worst that can happen? The goth's shaking hands slowly made their way towards the waistband of her pyjama pants. "Alright, I guess since you're being so generous..." Pearl tried her best to sound sexy to appeal to her growing viewers, her hands freezing in place as realisation hit her. She wasn't wearing underwear... the raven-haired girl bit her lip under her mask, standing up just slightly so as to give the audience a better view, when in reality she was just trying to buy time the psyche herself up. As her hands fidgeted nervously on the waistband, another notification from her laptop caught her attention... "$25 Donation: Just do it already!" Before Pearl could even comprehend that she had made more money in the last 5 minutes than she had in an 8-hour workday, her hands pulled the pink and white garment down her legs, exposing her lower half to the camera. From behind her mask, Pearl's breathing got heavier and her face burned with shame. She was actually showing her pussy to the almost 200 people watching her stream right now. As the goth kicked her pyjama bottoms off her bare feet, a look to the comment box confirmed that the crowd was going nuts at her display. "Look at that lady garden! No way she's underage!" "What a freak, bet she gets off on it and doesn't care about the money..." "Holy shit, this girl's actually kind of hot!" That last comment made Pearl pull her black t-shirt down, balling it in her fists in an attempt to cover her womanly shame, the shirt rising at her hips, the raven-haired girl knowing that were there a camera behind her, it would be streaming all of her bony ass to the viewers. Trying to get her breathing under control, she quickly sat back down on her couch in front of the laptop, making sure to keep her t-shirt in a death grip between her thighs. The comments kept rolling in, humiliating observations, insults about her body, and every once in a while, someone saying something nice about her body. Pearl did her best to respond verbally to the comments, encouraging the people watching her to give her more embarrassing dares. "$25 Donation: Get up and twerk!" That one was pretty embarrassing for the goth girl, but all things, considered, she did her best, shaking her ass in full view of the camera for all to see. She let go of the shirt covering her pussy during it, and when she was done it slipped her mind to keep it hidden from her viewers, treating them once again to the sight of her pink lips and dark curly public hair. "What a slut!" "She wishes she was a slut, maybe if she could actually grow a pair of tits!" "Of course she's a slut, look between her legs, she's wet!" Pearl looked down upon reading that most recent comment, her hands coming to cover her privates and feeling the sticky residue of her girl honey on her palms. She couldn't actually be getting off on this? No! She was already horny from earlier, and her curiosity with the cam show hadn't quite sated that like she thought it would. Her attention was drawn away with another notification dinging. "$50 Donation: Off with the shirt! Let's see if you live up to your name!" Pearl paled. Her breasts were pitiful, but she was being paid actual money to expose them to the almost 300 people watching! She felt that she couldn't refuse, grabbing the hem of her shirt, the goth girl bit her lip, rolling it up her body slowly, exposing her skinny torso, the fabric rubbing against her nipples, which she was surprised to find rock-hard and tingling, the texture of the t shirt stimulating them as she continued going higher and higher. Pearl shut her eyes, and in on fell swoop, pulled the t shirt over her head, throwing it to the side, and slapping both hands across her pathetic excuse for breasts. The chat lit up: "Wow, she's flat as a board!" "Username checks out." "Stop covering those nipples, we want to see!" Pearl was having a quite a different reaction than she was expecting. Her hands on her nipples providing even more stimulation than the t shirt was causing her to have even more feelings of a sexual nature. The goth couldn't stop thinking about how she was butt ass naked, sitting on her couch, while hundreds of people watched her, essentially playing with herself. "Oh, now she's embarrassed? I would be too if I looked like her." More comments flooded in, Pearl feeling as though she had hit some sort of sensory ceiling. Her mind was getting foggy, and her breathing was even more ragged than earlier. Hesitantly uncovering her breasts, her hands were providing almost no support anyways, and the tiny bumps barely moved, but were at last uncovered for her adoring audience. "Little slut, naked in front of all these people." "Do a real dare!" Pearl was having trouble keeping up with the comments, once again trying her best to flirt and interact with her viewers. Her arousal was only growing, but she wouldn't admit it to herself! Tonight had been purely a financial venture, nothing more! She wondered where to take her cam show from here, before another notification came in. Pearl's heart almost stopped while reading it. "$100 Donation: Go outside. Show the world that pathetic body of yours." "No way!" Pearl practically blurted out, her eyes widening being the only legible feature on her face thanks to the mask. She couldn't actually go outside! She was completely naked, and people could see her in the hallways of her apartment building! But her thoughts came back to what she was doing right now, she had made more money in a night than she had in a week of working. And she'd seen cam girls who didn't follow dares fade away into obscurity. Walking outside wouldn't be that bad, would it? It was fairly late, and no one should be around the hallways... "Just... just for a few minutes and that's it!" The raven-haired goth addressed her viewers, watching the comment section cheer and rejoice that the skinny flat chested model was complying with the request. Pearl gulped nervously, leaning forward on the couch to pick up her laptop, trying to frame what little breasts she had for the webcam, a gesture that came off just as humiliating as she felt for most of her actions tonight. Picking it up, and holding it in front of her, her face was cut off completely giving the viewers an up-close look at the titular tiny tits, and her unshaven crotch. Bare legs trembling with every step, Pearl walked towards her front door, her masked face coming close to look out the peephole and confirm that there was no one outside. It was one thing being naked in front of strangers on the internet, at least they were paying her. It was a whole different story having someone catch her in person, never mind someone who lived in her building. They probably wouldn't even be very appreciative at seeing a naked chick. This was Pearl we're talking about after all... *click* Her door was unlatched before she even really had time to think about it. Pearl made sure to put the snib on, last thing she needed was to get locked out without a stitch of clothing on her. As she slowly creaked open the apartment door, she felt a tingling overtake her, lower down. She tried her best to keep her mind off her body's reaction to the humiliation, rationalising that she was only doing this for the cash, nothing more. Opening the door just enough to poke her head outside, the naked goth checked once again to make sure the coast was clear, dark hair in a ponytail whipping from side to side as she did so. She set her laptop down, the screen reflecting her bare feet, as she angled it slightly upwards. Her entire body trembled, as she took a step out of the opened door. The comments hadn't slowed down, nor had her viewership. Pearl, now naked in the hallway, and questioning every decision she had made in the last half hour, stepped backwards just a bit, so that her entire body was in frame of the webcam, something the people watching much appreciated. "Holy shit she actually did it!" "Wonder if anyone will catch her?" "They'll probably think she's a lost child." Pearl could feel her chest tightening, her anxiety taking hold. She hated social interaction enough as it is, never mind doing it nude. If someone were to catch the mortified goth in all her glory... well that's just something she doesn't want to think about! Because she IS mortified. Sure... that's the only reason. Nothing to do with a hypothetical tingling that's been steadily growing in her nether regions. Pearl didn't even want to check anymore if the wetness from earlier was still there, though she knew the answer, and she didn't like it one bit. The loud notification from her computer made her jump, arms coming to cover her private parts, one slung across her sensitive nipples, the other confirming the current wetness of her pussy unintentionally. Pearl looked around, hoping that none of her neighbours had heard the loud notification. "$25 Donation: Run down the hallway and back." The raven-haired goth decided not to fight it anymore, this was the best paying job she'd ever had, and she didn't intend on losing it on her first night. Arms still in place covering, Pearl took off, her skinny bare frame making it's way past every door, directly in view of her webcam. Pearl eyes we're screwed shut, her face a burning crimson as she could hardly fathom the embarrassment she was feeling right now. Reaching the end of the hallways, barely opening her eyes to glance at the door leading out to the reception and the prying public, the naked goth made her sprint back, one foot in front of the other, being tickled by the carpeted floor. The small breeze from the AC only served to solidify her already hardened and tingling nipples, and further accentuate the wetness growing just below her bush. She was going to need a shower after this, to wash away the shame, and to tend to other needs. Reaching her apartment door once again, Pearl heard a noise that made her stomach drop. Another door opening! Her face paled and her adrenaline at an all-time high, she grabbed her laptop in her arms, slamming her apartment door shut, making sure to apply the lock, before standing, back and bare butt pressed against the door, slowly sliding down to a sitting position, her practically hyperventilating, all while the viewers got a view of her tits, small as they are, heaving up and down. Pearl took a few minutes to recover, only half paying attention to the comments of the chat, still making humiliating comments about her body and her streak down the hallway. When Pearl smelt a distinct aroma she was all too familiar with, radiating from her nether regions, which were getting hotter by the second, the humiliated girl decided to call it a night "That's all for now! Check back later, I'll be up for more dares!" addressing her audience for a final time, the raven-haired girl finally hit the 'Stop Streaming' button she had intended to hit almost half an hour ago. With her stream ended, Pearl finally removed the mask concealing her identity, and was greeted with a screen, showing her earnings that night... "Holy shit, I made 250 bucks!" Pearl was amazed, she had really made that much from showing off her body, and doing some measly dares? Below the figure, it was asking for her PayPal link. Pearl, nervously typed away, still sitting with her back to the front door, and still very much naked, as she got up her account on PayPal, seeing that the money had been transferred there. $250! It was in that moment, Pearl knew what she was doing tomorrow night... right now, she needed that shower... _ Pearl was not in a good mood. Her shenanigans the previous night had made it almost impossible for her to focus in class. Her mind kept drifting from the lecture to imagining herself, cam show live, and doing humiliating naked dares right there in the lecture hall. It was by far one of the least productive days she'd ever had at college. Not that afterwards was any better. Her shift at the bar she worked at part time ran on long, and her tips were disappointing as per usual, while the busty bartender she was on shift with cleaned up. Typical. She even had the idea of just not showing up to work today, she had made essentially more than a week's wages the previous night anyways! But she couldn't bring herself to burn all of her bridges just yet. But as she got home, the goth felt the stirrings of excitement within her. It was 8PM on Friday night, and she had the rest of it to herself. Her essay could stand to wait another day or two. And while it was still an insane idea in her head, the money she had made last night would cover half of her rent! While there were some other feelings mixed in there, those of a sexual nature, Pearl was ignoring those, throwing down her bookbag, and taking off her apron she wore to work. She was going to stream again. The raven-haired goth swore, as she opened up her laptop to do just that. Out of battery. She really should have charged it after her stream last night. Her annoyance was returning when she had an idea! She could just stream off her phone! Its camera was probably better than the crappy webcam on her second-hand laptop anyways. Not that she was happy about her nudity and humiliation being broadcast at a higher quality or anything... Kicking off her shoes, and stuffing her socks inside for good measure, Pearl signed into the website as she sat down on her couch, once again navigating to her profile tab. She was surprised to see there were people subscribed to get notified when she went live! Almost 200 people in fact. She knew her body was pathetic, but she didn't think that many people would enjoy getting off on her humiliating herself in their spare time! Deciding not to dwell, and excitement (as well as other things) bubbling within her, Pearl hastily propped her phone on the table so there was a good view of her, and hit the 'Start Streaming' button. Nervously watching the significantly smaller screen, the underdeveloped girl quickly realised that in her haste, she had forgotten one crucial thing from the previous night. Her mask. In a second Pearl had leaped behind her couch, keeping hidden from the viewing eye of her camera, and reached for her book bag, picking out the small black piece of fabric, and quickly covering her face. She mentally hit herself for being so stupid, what, was she about to get naked on camera with her face uncovered?! Mentally scolding herself to not make any more errors like that for the rest of the night, she peeked her head back up from behind her couch. "Holy shit! 500 viewers! Already?!" Pearl could hardly believe it, she guessed the people would have subscribed had already been notified, but so many more people joined to watch her. Her. Her flat chest, skinny frame, flat ass and unkempt lady garden! Pearl nervously waved at the camera, shifting around so she was sitting on her couch again. "Hell yeah! The ugly bitch is streaming again!" "TormentTinyTits rules!" "Wonder what we can make her do tonight?" Pearl couldn't help supressing a giggle. They were actually excited to see her. Of course they wanted to torment and humiliate the already blushing goth, but still, she had never received as warm a welcome as this from anywhere! Pearl started chatting, saying how she was nervous and excited for another stream, and with it being Friday night, she was expecting people to go harder than they had the previous night. The beautiful sound of the notification was like music to her ears. "$100 Donation: Enough stalling, off with the clothes! Let us see that pathetic body." Pearl was giddy. At this rate she would be able to cover her rent for the rest of the semester, and then some! She looked down at what she was wearing. Her black jeans and mustard yellow sweater didn't do much in terms of framing her body or making it look any better, but these people weren't interested in seeing her looking good and confident anyways. Though she did technically get more for stripping naked last night. Should she ask for more? Despite the situation, she didn't want to seem desperate. "$100 Donation: Do it slowly, give us a strip tease!" The notification noise combined with the visual of the donation was more than enough for Pearl, standing up in front of the coffee table, preparing to fulfil the generous viewer's request. Having never had an opportunity to strip off in front of another person before, she was unsure of the best ways to go about it, but figured making it up as she goes along would be best. After all, even if it was horrible and humiliating, that would fit right in with her brand! Swaying her hips to imaginary music, Pearl's hands caressed her scrawny body, making their way down between her tiny breasts, across her skinny torso before landing on her hips, playing with the belt loops of her jeans, making sure to stay in focus of the camera the entire time. Remembering that she had in fact worn underwear for this cam show, Pearl wasted little time unbuttoning her jeans, still dancing rhythmically to the song in her head. Any other time this would be one of the most embarrassing things she could think of doing, livestreaming or not, but right now, with her viewers continuing to rise and the comments keeping her going, she was into it. Her black jeans slipping down her legs revealing a pair of black cotton panties, Pearl raised her arms to sway even more, shimming her feet out of her jeans and kicking them to the side. The goth repeating the process of running her hands down her body, in her head deciding that her panties would be next, since she wasn't wearing a bra, and the reveal of her breasts is likely what the majority of the people viewing wanted to see anyways. Turning away so that her back and pantied ass was to the camera, the raven-haired girl bent over just slightly, a move that for a woman with a better ass would have looked sexy, and began pulling her panties down to join her jeans on the floor, letting her viewers comment away on her flat ass. Biting her lip, she could feel familiar stirrings of excitement bubbling up once again. Pulling her yellow sweater down in front to cover her pussy and untrimmed bush, the masked goth returned to facing the camera, once again bending over slightly, this time getting her face closer to read the comments that were being sent to her, many of them talking about her pathetic attempt at modesty, and how stupid she looked trying to pull off a sexy dance, while others were discussing the next dare for her when she was naked. Pearl decided not to keep them waiting... Keeping her sweater pulled down to cover her pussy for a moment longer, Pearl began pulling the hem up her body, further and further until her black bush above her engorged and wet lips became visible for all to see, still pulling higher and higher, exposing her flat tummy until in one fell swoop, the garment was off her head, her entire naked body once again visible to all on camera. A black mask being the only thing hiding Pearl's identity and her burning red cheeks from the over 600 viewers who were currently watching her lewd display. "Wow no bra, she really is a slut!" "Look at those tits, no bra necessary!" "What tits? I don't see anything?" Grinning beneath her mask, Pearl hadn't thought she'd be enjoying this as much as she did. Despite the insulting observations being commented about her body, she was actually enjoying streaming beyond just the financial part of it. These people were watching her, and donating real money to see her do things, humiliating or not. It was a sick sort of validation that up to this point, the raven-haired girl had failed to find anywhere else. Watching the comments for another minute, her favourite notification flashed up on her phone. "$100 Donation: Leave your place again, and don't freak out like last night." Taking the message as a challenge, and happy that she'd already passed last night's total, the goth girl grabbed her phone from where she had perched it, making sure to keep the camera on her naked form, as she once again looked towards her front door. There was a strange fire burning up inside of Pearl, she had felt it last night as well. Despite all of these things working in her favour, she was still completely terrified of what would happen when she opened that door. A fire drill? Her neighbours all coming out at the same time and seeing her naked? All of these thoughts sent her anxiety into overdrive, but that same lustful feeling she was trying hard to ignore persisted none the less, as she tiptoed on bare feet towards her goal. In a move that was very reminiscent of the previous night, the naked goth once again peeked outside her front door, keeping her small breasts and large bush hidden behind the door, the feeling of both being pressed against the wood sending tingles up her body in the process. It was a lot easier to angle with her phone compared to her laptop, simply having to hold a single arm out to show her audience the currently vacant hallway. Once again taking a slow step outside Pearl realised for the first time how far she had really come. On an average day she would struggle to get out her coffee order to a barista, and now she was standing butt fucking naked in a semi-public place. "$50 Donation: Walk down the hallway again. And take it slooowwww." Pearl almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of the notification (not like she had any clothes to jump out of) and hastily turned the volume down a lot further on her phone, looking around frantically for the sound of any doors opening. She had a close call last night, and going slower would only put her out in the open for longer, bringing the chances of that happening again up much further. But still, her breathing got heavier as she felt her heartbeat increase, beginning to feel drops of sweat forming on her forehead. The pale girl swallowed hard, bare feet brushing against the carpet, one after another, as she fulfilled her dare, slowly beginning to walk down the hallway. She wanted so badly to cover her intimates with her hands, but urged herself not too. Not only was one hand already occupied with holding her phone, livestreaming all of this to the very people paying her. But as well as that, she could feel her tits and her pussy well, tingling. It was a sensation she was familiar with, and she knew what it meant. But she was still refusing to accept that she was getting off on the humiliating dares! Walking past each door, she tried her best to distract herself by remembering all the faces she had seen living in the apartments. She didn't know any of them personally, in fact no one had even given her the time of day! But if any of them were to see her now, she'd probably be the centre of attention! They would all probably point and laugh at her pathetic naked body, making just as many lewd comments as her viewers were. She grit her teeth beneath her mask, another wave of humiliation washing over her, this time joined by a wave of pleasure, as she felt wetness on her thighs as they rubbed against each other while she continued her slow walk. The walk was gruellingly long for the goth, but she finally once again reached the door leading out to the lobby. She often appreciated having the ground floor apartment, there was easy access to outside, the rent was a lot cheaper than the ones especially near the top floor, and she didn't have to walk any stairs or wait on an elevator while entering or leaving. But right now, it seemed a curse, as she could see through the window right through to the front door of the building, and the public streets that lay beyond it. Cringing at the thought of any potential resident standing there, seeing her streaking the hallways of the building, Pearl made to turn back towards her apartment, before another notification grabbed her attention. "$100 Donation: Go further". Biting her lip beneath the mask, Pearl had to seriously consider one of her dares for the first time tonight. Sure, she was making an absolute killing, and she didn't want to be a bad sport and pussy out on one of her viewers requests. But out in the lobby she could be seen from outside! She might as well be butt naked in public! But the thought of that was stirring up even more embarrassing arousal within the goth, and that combined with the thought of how she wouldn't have to worry about rent for another 2 months minimum spurred her on, and with a nervous look around, she found herself pushing past the door, bare feet coming into contact with the tiling of the lobby. "Holy fuck holy fuck..." Pearl was almost hyperventilating, moving to stand in the middle of the lobby, looking straight out the front door, being sure to frame herself in her phone camera so her audience could see the predicament she was in. She was practically outside and she was completely naked! Her entire body was on display, not that there was much to see! Still her skinny frame, tiny tits, flat ass and hairy snatch was out there, for any potential neighbour or passer by to see. It was at this point the tingling within Pearl got stronger. It had been growing ever since she had started the cam show, and right now it was almost unbearable. She still wasn't covering herself, out of fear of having to admit that her body was loving this. The exposure, the humiliation, it was something the raven-haired girl was still trying her best to deny that she was in to, despite how obvious her tingling nipples and wet thighs made it out to be. While still lost in her thoughts, making sure she was still in focus on her livestreaming phone, Pearl heard the noise she was dreading. Footsteps. Coming down the stairs. Towards her! Her heart was threating to beat out of her flat chest as the underdeveloped girl froze like a dear in the headlights! Scrambling to get her thoughts together, she made a break for the door back to her hallway, bare feet comically sliding to a stop as they looked through the window on the door. Someone was there! And they were heading her way! Forgetting her livestream completely, and thinking over her very limited options, the naked masked girl cringed upon hearing the footsteps on the stairs and seeing her neighbour in the hall getting closer! Her fate sealed, Pearl felt another spike of arousal, this one bigger than all that had come before it, as she knew her only way out of this. Seeing that the street outside her apartment building was relatively empty from where she was standing, Peal swallowed hard, prepping herself for likely the most embarrassing thing she has ever done, and doing it without a donation no less! Running as fast as she could, the naked goth barrelled through the front door to her apartment building, tensing up immediately as she felt the cool spring air on her bare assets. She was frozen for a second, feeling a pressure building up in her tummy, and feeling her sticky lady goo on her legs increasing in volume as she realised she wasn't out of the woods yet. The people in her building would still be able to see her through the glass front of the lobby. She had to get further away to avoid explaining why she was outside with only a mask to cover any part of her body. She let out a barely audible moan at the image in her head. Thinking on her feet, she ran to her left, across the grass front of the apartment building. The building was located in a typical suburban neighbourhood and was a standout among the many family homes in the area. Though the goth had never stopped to take in the scenery before, and was a little amused as well as terrified that it had taken her until now to appreciate the quietness of her neighbourhood, while being naked and more horny than she'd ever been! The pressure kept building, and she let out groans as she ran, making sure to keep an eye out for any pedestrians. Pearl kept running in a blind panic, running past the hedges and shrubbery that separated the two plots of land, and failing to notice that she directly in view of the front window of one of the neighbouring houses, when it hit her... Before Pearl could get a grip on her surroundings, something happened to her body. Her pussy spasmed and shot a spike of pleasure the whole way up her body, and right down her legs to her toes. Her untouched clitoris vibrated, and lady juices exploded out of her vagina mid step, almost causing her to fall flat on her ass, as she realised what was happening to her, while barely able to keep herself standing, coming to a complete stop on the front lawn. She was having an orgasm! A big one at that! She wasn't even touching any part of her body, but apparently, the arousal caused from her prancing around naked had built and built to a breaking point, so that stimulation to her leaking pussy or rock-hard nipples was no longer necessary to push her over the edge, and it just happened on it's own. Pearl stood there, bare feet curling in the grass, focusing on two things: staying standing, and not making any noise. Both tasks seemed insurmountable for Pearl as she seemed to be having the most intense orgasm of her life, and it had been triggered completely hands free! There was no denying to the quivering goth any longer that there wasn't a sexual nature to her little humiliation cam show. Pearl made especially sure to keep a hold on her phone, still livestreaming, as well as not to touch her oversensitive body, out of fear of exacerbating her climax even further. Still cumming, Pearl saw the lights of the house she was next to switch on, Illuminating the entire window, still covered by the curtains, and at the same time terrifying the goth as the aftershocks of her orgasm wrecked her small frame. She moved without thinking, bare legs pumping as she ran past the house, forgetting all about being on the lookout for people on the pavement. She could feel the breeze against her still rock-solid nipples and her drenched crotch, her body's sensitivity to all sensations having seemingly been doubled by her hands-free orgasm. Pearl continued to an alleyway that separated the house she orgasmed in front of from it's neighbour, slumping down, her back against the wooden fence, right next to a trash can. It was only when she got her breathing under control and looked at her phone did she remember all about the livestream. Her viewers has saw everything, Every inch of her while she was cumming. She was greeted with multiple comments making fun of her. "Wow, is she cumming?" "Not like she's ever had anyone else touch her down there!" "She so inexperienced, I'm not surprised she came without touch!" Pearl read each and ever comment, her blush growing and her arousal increasing further as she did so. She had even gotten a few donations that she missed while in the middle of her shameful display, not asking for more dares, but praising her for the entertainment. Some people were even calling it hot! For the first time in her life Pearl was attractive to someone. She could almost feel tears welling up in her eyes at the revelation, being extra sure to thank those viewers with more shots of her still very much naked body on the livestream. After fully recovering from the last few minutes, Pearl decided it was best to call it a night. She quickly looked both ways from her hiding place making sure the coast was clear, before streaking once again past her neighbour's house, this time on the sidewalk, feeling the concrete on her bare feet and the night air across her body, as she made her way back towards her apartment building, feelings of arousal taking over her again. She was going to be using this night as fuel for her masturbation sessions for months to come... And she was definitely going to be streaming again…

The Girl at the Bus Stop by alan14 Copyright© 2021 by alan14 Chapter 38 Lia polished off her coffee and slotted her mug into the dishwasher, “Katie says Poppy and Belle have changed their names,” she said as absently she closed the door with foot and set it going. “Yes, they both wanted a break from their pasts, and decided a new name would be a perfect new start.” “I’d like to change my name, to break from my past, but I have the same surname as Katie, and I’m worried she’ll be offended if I change it.” “Ahh yes, I can see how that would be awkward. Do you need to change your surname? You could just change your first name, would that be enough of a break?” “I guess, actually that would be fine, I can pick my two favourite names and keep my surname.” “Great, so our first job is to get a copy of your birth certificate, then we’ll file a deed poll, then we’ll get you a bank account, then we’ll go shopping.” “I get to choose the shops, remember.” “You choose the shops.” We ran for the station, Lia jumped the gate before I could stop her, only natural I guess, I’d sort her an Oyster card once we hit the shops later. It was quite a trek across the city to Haringey Registry Office in Wood Green, with a change at Earls Court to the Piccadilly Line. The train was fairly empty most of the way, and we had time to chat, Lia quizzed me about my life, family, what made me decide to take Poppy home. “Ahh, that’s something I’ve thought about a lot. Even slouched in the bus stop, wet, filthy and shivering, she had an aura. I’m actually struggling to understand why none of the dozens of other people who’d passed her by that afternoon hadn’t been captivated by it. “Anyway, regardless of aura, I couldn’t leave her there, so I took her home, I told myself I’d get her cleaned up, warm and dry then send her on her way.” “It didn’t work out that way though, did it.” “Not quite.” “At what point did you realise she was staying?” “Well, I suspected there was something very different about her when she stripped off in front of me before her shower, rather than stripping off in the bathroom.” “She was never shy in the squats either.” “I was still going to send her on her way though, after she’d eaten. Then she started talking about things we could do together, and I realised we were very much thinking along the same lines.” “Did you know how young she was when you started sleeping with her.” “Hand on heart I thought she was 17, actually she also thought she was 17. During our chat afterwards, and the next day as we were travelling to get her birth certificate, I started to think she was possibly 16. We were both surprised to find out she was only 15.” “I swear, I’m 18. Err, not that it matters, because I’m with Katie, and, err, it’s me that’s breaking the law, so I’ll be quiet.” “It’s OK Lia, in our house we do whatever pleases us, but also, we don’t do anything that upsets anyone else, so you can sleep with anyone you like, as long as the other person wants to sleep with you. And the same is true for me, so you and Katie want to be strictly gay, I will at no point attempt to instigate relations with either of you.” “That’s what they all said, that I was safe with you.” We rode in silence for a while, then Lia put her hand on my knee, I looked into her lovely eyes, “one day maybe, but not right now. I want to explore life with Katie for a while.” “And Katie wants to explore life with you.” “I’m glad about that, she intrigued me the moment she kissed me at the station.” “She’s quite an impulsive girl who seems to know exactly who and what she wants. It was Katie who approached Poppy on her first day in school.” “Well, Poppy is quite striking.” “That’s putting it mildly.” “It is, she looks stunning in her uniform.” “And Belle looked amazing too, didn’t she...” Lia nodded, “oh my, she’s adorable. You’re a lucky man Alex, she loves you so much.” “What do you think about Helen?” “She’s amazing, so easy to talk to, and so understanding.” “She’s been through a lot in her life, most of which I’m only just finding out about.” “How long have you been sleeping with her?” “Only since Poppy arrived, before that we were just regular siblings.” “Why did she have a room at your house?” “I was engaged to be married, my fiancée Tammy and I planned on having a big family. I’d just sold a screenplay and had more money than I ever imagined, so I used it to buy the biggest house we could afford. Then, not long before the wedding my housekeeper found Tammy in bed with my best man...” “Oh fuck, that’s cold. What did you do?” “I kicked her out obviously, and Ellory, my former best friend. That was five years ago, and until Poppy moved in, I’d been alone.” “You’d not had a girlfriend in all that time?” “Not a single one.” “But you’re so hot, why the alone time?” “Because I lost all trust in women I guess, and my heart was broken more badly than I could possibly imagine. Poppy was fixing me while I was fixing her.” “So, why Helen’s room.” “Well, her relationship with Nita hasn’t been exactly smooth running, and for a while she spent more time at my house than hers. Poppy was very happy to inherit Helen’s wardrobe of designer clothes.” “I’m guessing they’re all Poppy’s size aren’t they...” “Yep, most of them are.” “But I’m three inches taller than both of them, and several cup sizes smaller...” “Yeah, nothing’s your size, sorry.” “I guess nothing’s Belle’s size either, although I really don’t think she’s into Ralph Lauren and Versace.” “There is that she’s more into Hello Kitty.” “Oh my god, she’s so cute.” “So, you didn’t tell me what name you’ve chosen.” “Oh yeah, you know two of the names, I’ll tell you the middle one when we get there.” We had to make an appointment to see the registrar, luckily, they had a slot in an hour, so we wandered over to a coffee shop. I remembered what Belle had said about Lia’s fondness for cakes and steered her towards the counter. Her mouth was watering as she looked at the variety of cakes on offer, eventually settling on a custard filled choux bun with coffee icing, then also settling on a millionaire’s shortbread. I ordered them and a couple of large Americanos. “I have such a sweet tooth, but we could never afford cakes. Belle would steal chocolate for me, but shoplifting cream cakes is awkward.” “I can imagine. So, you lived in the squat for a while, then where did you go after it was demolished?” “I spent some time in the tunnels with Belle and Flower, this is before they found the office she mentioned. I don’t deal well with claustrophobia, dark confined places are not good, so I had to leave them. “I found a few girls I knew who lived under a railway arch, it was an old workshop, there were benches and stuff, so we were fine there until there was a fire in one of the other units and the police made us all leave. I was a huge fire as well, lots of black smoke. We stayed to watch until the gas cylinders started blowing up, then we decided it was best if we left. “Two girls, Emily and Domino said they knew a group who stayed in Camden, there was a safe back alley where some guys watched out for us, and there was a hostel there that helped girls find jobs and homes, but it had a waiting list and only took from the local streets. That’s where I met Daisy, she was so lovely, I kind of had a crush on her.” “I saw Daisy, I don’t blame you, she’s very pretty.” I checked my watch, “ahh, we’d better get back or we’ll miss our appointment.” The registrar was a lot more serious than the guy who helped Poppy, and Lia needed to answer a lot of questions before he produced a replacement birth certificate. With that in hand we picked up the forms to file a deed poll to change her name legally. I watched as Lia carefully filled in her new name, Lia Esme Jackson. “Esme, that’s an interesting choice.” “It’s my mum’s name,” Lia replied quietly as she signed the form in her old and new names. The registrar countersigned as the witness before he made copies. The originals went in an envelope to be filed with the courts. I paid the fee and we left with the copies and her birth certificate. Our work in Wood Green completed, we jumped back onto the tube and headed for the shops. “Ok, where do you want to go shopping?” I asked as we got off the train at Oxford Circus. “Not here,” she replied, taking my hand as she dashed across the station to the Victoria Line. We changed at Stockwell and Lia led me off the train at Clapham Common. On the street she looked around to get her bearings, “ahh there it is, come on.” Lia took my hand again as she walked over the road and down to a Shelter charity shop, “this is where they sell all the good stuff,” she told me as she pushed the door open, “and all the money goes to help the homeless, so it’s win win.” Lia knew a couple of the staff and she spent the next hour picking through the racks, along with the bags in the back room that hadn’t been sorted yet. In the end she bought around a dozen sets of clothes and the bill was under £200, the dearest item being a Donna Karan blouse, and even that was under £20. I gave the shop £250 and we staggered out with two packed bags each. “Wow, that was fun,” Lia laughed as we headed back to the station, “I’m annoyed they didn’t have any shoes, that’s the worst thing about having big feet, I can never find any good second-hand shoes.” “That’s OK, I’ll get you new ones.” “No you won’t mister, we’re going to Bernardos, they’ll have some Doc Martens that fit me, and hopefully some boy’s Converse. Then we’re going to CEX to get a used laptop and phone, because there’s no way I’m letting you buy me new ones, it’s way too much money.” So, 90 minutes later Lia had three pairs of shoes, including a nearly new pair of red Converse, and I was about to pay for a 3-year-old MacBook and a two generations old iPhone, when my phone rang. “Hello,” I said as I tapped my PIN into the card machine. “Is this Mr Harrison, Belle’s father?” “Yes, that’s me, who’s this?” “My name is Ali Cartwright, I’m Emma McCarthy’s assistant. I’m afraid there’s been a bit of an incident with Belle and Miss McCarthy would like a word with her guardians.” “What kind of incident? Is Belle OK?” “Belle is fine, we just need to speak to you, can you come in please?” “I’m in the city at the moment, it will take me about 45 minutes to get there, is that OK?” “That will be fine.” I put my phone away, somewhat puzzled by the call, what could possibly have happened? “Is everything OK?” Lia asked as we dashed out of the shop, now laden with another bag. “I have no idea; we have to go see the girls’ Headmistress ASAP.” We ran to Goodge St, the nearest underground station and hopped on the first train. Annoyingly we had to change twice to get to Wimbledon and arrived at the school somewhat dishevelled and out of breath almost an hour later. We dashed to the reception and were shown straight to the headmistress’s office. Poppy and Katie were seated outside the office either side of Belle. “What’s happened?” I asked. Belle’s eyes were ablaze, she was so angry she was shaking. “Exactly what I thought would happen,” Poppy replied as the Head’s door opened, so she couldn’t tell me any more. “I’ll stay here,” Lia said quietly, “I’ll try to calm her down.” I stepped into the office. “I’m so sorry I’ve had to drag you down here Mr Harrison, please, take a seat.” “Please, call me Alex, what’s happened?” “So, Alex, I’m afraid Belle has been in a fight, which really isn’t the best way for her to start her school career,” Emma replied. “She doesn’t look like she’s been in a fight.” “No, it was over very quickly.” “What happened?” I asked, suddenly realising what Poppy meant. “Well, it’s always difficult to get to the bottom of these matters, as friends will always back each other’s stories, but from what I can work out, Jade, the other girl, had been needling Belle all day, then as they left the school Jade was walking ahead of Belle and her sisters, she went to her boyfriend who was at the gate, then she decided her boyfriend was looking at Belle and ran up and slapped her.” “Poppy was worried about this, what happened next.” “Well, we have no cameras where it happened, but eyewitnesses describe a flurry of action that culminated with Jade lying unconscious and bleeding.” “Oh shit,” I gasped. “Exactly.” “So, what happens now, are you expelling her?” “Oh no, strictly speaking this is not Belle’s fault. She definitely overreacted, but I’m giving Belle the benefit of the doubt and assuming this is how she would have reacted on the streets, so I’m going to suspend her for tomorrow whilst we smooth everything over with Jade’s family and friends.” “Thank you,” I replied, sighing with relief, “I’ll try to rationalise what’s happened for you. On the streets Poppy always protected Belle, and when they became separated another girl looked out for Belle, she was always the baby of the squat, and she kind of resents that. She’s done some rough martial arts training and if I know her like I think I do, she saw this as an opportunity to show Poppy what she could do.” “That makes sense I suppose.” “And I also think this poor girl has been used to set an example to anyone else who wants to try it on with her.” “Indeed, that’s what I was thinking. Jade is a bully, so in a way Belle may have done everyone a favour by knocking her down a peg or two. So, shall we have a quick word with her together, I think she’s been stewing out there quite long enough.” I went to the door, “Belle sweetie, can you come in please...” “Am I in trouble?” “Not much, come on, let’s get this over with.” Belle had a firm grip on Lia’s hand, so she joined us in the office. “Err, sorry about this,” I apologised as they entered the office, “Belle seems to be firmly attached to her newest sister, Lia.” “Hello Lia, are you wanting to come to school?” Emma said with a smile as Lia and Belle sat in the visitors’ chairs, I stood behind them, placing a hand on Belle’s shoulder. She looked up and smiled so sweetly I nearly cried. “Ahh, no, I’m 18. I’m going to be working for Belle and Poppy’s charity.” “Ahh, that’s wonderful,” Emma replied, “I’m so looking forward to working with the charity once you’re up and running. So,” she continued as she looked at Belle, “you’ve had an eventful first day...” “Are you kicking me out?” “Gosh no, I can’t do that, not on your first day, especially when it’s not your fault. That’s not to say you’re in the right, and I’m still going to have to punish you. What you did to poor Jade, whilst undoubtedly impressive and efficient, was hugely disproportionate. We really can’t be seen to tolerate this level of violence in school, so I’m going to suspend you for one day.” “Ahh shit, a suspension in my first week, this is going to look great on my record.” “And I might just give you a second day for bad language,” Emma replied with a smile. “Oh yes, sorry. I’m just a little emotional right now.” “With good reason, so, like I say, I’m suspending you for tomorrow, this will give us time to talk to Jade’s friends and enforce on them the knowledge that if they even think of retaliating, it will not end well for any of them.” “Have you any idea what kind of damage Poppy could do to them?” Belle asked. “I can imagine, which is why the pastoral team will be talking to all of them. While you are at home tomorrow, I want you to think very hard about why your actions were ill advised, and I want you to write a letter to Jade and her parents apologising for overreacting. I will send it with my letter explaining why they have no chance of bringing charges against you because we have many witnesses confirming your side of the story, that Jade was wholly at fault.” Belle stood and stepped up to Emma’s desk, she held her hand out to shake Emma’s, “I’m so sorry that my over-reaction has caused you problems and I promise to try harder to control my temper.” Emma was taken aback by the sincerity of Belle’s apology, she stood and shook her hand warmly, “thank you Belle, I think you’ll fit in here very well.” I turned to open the door, Belle vaulted over the chair and ran to Poppy, who’d been standing nervously chewing her nails. “Err, I’ll get her mum and auntie to have a word with Belle about controlling her temper in future,” I told Emma as we left the room. “Thank you, she’s a wonderful girl, just maybe not as socialised as we’d hoped.” “If I know Poppy, she’ll be telling her off already.” Lia and Katie picked up a couple of bags and I collected the rest. Poppy took Belle by the hand, leading us from the office and out across the car park as she admonished her sister for fighting. “But what was I supposed to do? She slapped me! I couldn’t let that stand.” “I know, but you didn’t have to knock her out. You could have slapped her back and left it at that.” “Then we could have got into a proper fight, and I’d have ruined my uniform and shoes, then mum would kill me.” Poppy stopped and pulled Belle into a hug, “oh Belle, how are you so adorable?” “I’ve no idea. Anyway, who wants to help me write a letter apologising for nearly killing that cow.” “I’ll help you tomorrow,” Lia said, “after you’ve helped me set up my new laptop.” “Oh, I’m not sure I can do that, Katie set mine up for me.” “Well, we’ve got all day.” “Not all day, I was going to take you to my publisher today, Lia, so Esther could talk to you about running the charity, we’ll have to go tomorrow.” “Oh, can I come to?” Belle asked. “Ahh, I’m not sure you should be leaving the house if you’re suspended from school.” “Awww, pleeeeaaasssseee!” Belle whined. “Damn you and your puppy dog eyes,” I laughed, “anyway, the more pressing problem is how to tell Jenny that you’ve been suspended on your first day.” “Do we have to tell her?” Poppy asked. “Yes, we do,” I replied. “I guess we should really,” Katie added. The first job when we arrived home was for Poppy and Katie to return the items they’d borrowed on Saturday. While they were out Belle set to work cooking dinner, as Lia tried on her outfits in the kitchen. Not quite as free and easy as Poppy and Belle, Lia nipped into the utility room to change clothes, then Belle judged each outfit, giving scores from 0 to 10, nothing was judged below a 7. Lia kept the top scoring outfit to one side, a purple knitted Missoni top that was almost see-through, showing the purple bra she’d bought in the same Bernados shop where she’d bought her shoes, coupled with a pair of black jeans and a slightly scuffed pair of boy’s Doc Martens. “You look amazing, Katie will be very happy,” Belle told Lia as she put the rest of the clothes back into the bags. “Are you sure Belle?” “Positive, I’ve never been surer about anything.” “Thank you,” Lia sighed, “I had so much fun shopping, but then I was all of a tizz thinking Katie wouldn’t like any of the clothes I’d picked.” “It’s not the clothes silly,” Belle said as she dashed around the kitchen island to hug Lia, “Katie likes the girl in the clothes, and that’s all that matters. Anyway, you absolutely suit everything you’ve bought. And I love that you got them all from Shelter. I think we spent more than your whole shop on my army coat...” “I love that coat, I tried to find something similar.” “I know where we can get you a real army-surplus coat, we had to buy a replica for me because they didn’t have any real ones my size, but you’re so tall, they’re bound to have a real one to fit you. Oh, hang on a sec, don’t go anywhere...” Belle dashed out of the kitchen and upstairs. “Don’t worry,” I said wearily, “she’s always like this.” “I know, sometimes she’d exhaust us all just by watching her run around the squat. Her enthusiasm is infectious though, I love it.” Belle came running back into the kitchen still pulling her t-shirt over her head. “Look, I did manage to get this, it’s a proper US Army girl’s t-shirt, the ones they wear under their uniform, it says ARMY on it, but it’s dead faint because it’s been washed so much. I love it, it’s my favourite t-shirt, except for the Hello Kitty one.” “I love it, it’s so you Belle.” “I remember where I got this they had loads of big army jackets from all over, they had this Russian one that was lined with real sheepskin, with a real fur collar, I didn’t like the idea of that, but it would look good if they had something similar with fake-fur.” “We’ll have a look tomorrow, now, shall we get some food made? How can I help?” “You can help by staying well away from the cooking in that smart top.” “If I take it off, can I help you?” “You can stand next to me in just your bra any time you like, I’m sure Alex will promise not to look.” “I’ll go upstairs and do some paperwork, and while I’m upstairs you can be working out what to tell your mum.” The door opened as I was heading for the stairs, Poppy and Katie back from returning everything they’d borrowed. “Hey dad, where are you off to?” “Ahh, Lia’s helping Belle with the cooking, and she didn’t want to get her new top dirty, so she’s not wearing one, obviously. I thought I’d do some paperwork.” “And miss the chance to see Lia’s boobs, they’re great,” Poppy cried. “Yeah, but she’s not quite as open as you Poppy. I’ll go and sort some paperwork, give me a shout when dinner’s ready.” “OK, I understand. When you get to see them though, they’re amazing, her nipples are so pink...” Katie gave her sister a playful slap on the arm, “that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.” Poppy stopped in her tracks, “yes, she is, and I apologise. I shouldn’t be encouraging people to look at her boobs.” Katie turned to me, “she’s right though, they’re amazing, between the perkiness of Belle’s and the fullness of Poppy’s. You’ll not be disappointed.” “All the same, I’ll wait until I’m invited. Now, I’m going to my office, when your mum comes in don’t tell her anything, send her upstairs.” “Will do, are you going to tell her?” Poppy asked. “I think it’s best, don’t you?” “Yeah, Belle will probably make it worse.” I spent the next hour answering emails, more fan requests asking for updates, a couple of questions from Lois about my now-no-longer-final draft. An email arrived from Jeremy as I was about to shut the computer down, it made me sit up and concentrate, he’d attached a link to a video in a private dropbox folder. The first few moments were a blur of action as the person holding the camera ran through a building, the camera looked this way and that as people ripped equipment off desks and shelves. The video cut to a large room, it was painted red and black with bondage furniture across the floor and on the walls. This must be the room Poppy and Helen described. A man was locked to a sturdy wooden chair with hefty looking manacles, he was in a bad way. “Yes, that’s all of it...” the man cried, spitting blood with each word. “What about any videos people downloaded?” “We didn’t sell videos, just access to stream...” “But people could download if they knew how I guess.” “Well, yeah, but I’ve no way to know who.” “I want your client list.” “It’s on that laptop...” “Got it boss,” someone shouted. “What’s the password?” “It’s the postcode of the building.” “Ok, I’m in.” The camera panned to the pile of computer equipment in the middle of the floor, there was a wet thud and scream off camera. “All her videos are on the computers in this pile,” a voice said as someone poured a liquid over everything, a lit match was thrown and the pile burst into flames, the camera stayed on the fire until it became too hot, then everyone backed away. I rewound the video to just before the fire, careful to make sure I was past the scream, then I called for Poppy. “What’s up dad?” she shouted from the bottom of the stairs. “Can you come up to my office please, on your own.” “Remember how we spoke about those videos the other day?” I asked as she sat in my chair. Poppy recoiled slightly at the thought, “yessss,” she answered warily. “Hit the spacebar,” I told her. “All her videos are on the computers in this pile,” I heard again. Poppy watched as the computer hardware burst into flames, then she rewound the video to watch it again. “Don’t go back too far!” Too late, she caught the end of the conversation with the man in the chair. “That’s the guy!” she cried as she heard the noise as his life was ended painfully. “Good,” she said coldly as she watched the fire once more, then played the whole clip a few times before she sat back and turned to me. “I don’t recognise the voices.” “The video came from one of Jeremy’s accounts.” “Well, duhh! Obviously, it’s his people, but I don’t recognise them, he has so many guys working for him now. I get a bit worried he’ll go too far one day.” “How so?” “Well, you know, kill someone too publicly. Obviously, this fire is going to be on the news, when they investigate it’s not going to look at all like an accident, so questions will be asked. Once the police find out who owned the building, they won’t look too hard I suppose. One day though, they will look properly, and I worry he’ll get caught.” “I’m afraid that’s not something we have any control over.” “I know, that’s what’s so frustrating, he’s gone to the ends of the earth to help me, but I can’t help him. There’s no doubt that scumbag deserved to die, but what he just did, it’s too extreme.” We heard the front door and Poppy jumped up, “I’ll go intercept mum and send her up here, show her the video, all of it, while I help with dinner.” She stopped at the top of the stairs, “thanks dad.” “What for?” I asked, puzzled. She just waved her arms about, “all this, everything, you saved our lives, we can never repay you for this.” “Your smile is payment enough.” Poppy blessed me with her smile then dashed down the stairs to catch Jenny before she reached the kitchen. A moment later Jenny appeared at the office door, “I wanted to see Belle about her first day, but Poppy said you needed to speak to me urgently.” “Ahh yes, it’s about Belle’s first day.” Jenny sighed and sat down heavily on the second chair, “what happened?” “She got in a fight, and she’s been suspended.” “Already, that’s quick work, it was a couple of weeks before I got suspended.” I raised an eyebrow, “what did you do?” “Ahh, I was stupid and got caught smoking, all girls try it, and I was the one that got caught. The disappointed look on my dad’s face was far worse than the telling off from the headmaster. Anyway, what did Belle do?” “Well, thankfully she wasn’t smoking or vaping, just a good, old-fashioned fight after school.” I outlined the meeting with the headmistress, Belle’s sincere apology, and Poppy telling her off as we walked home. “Do I need to punish her?” Jenny asked. “I don’t think so, what can we do? We can’t give her extra chores, she does most of them already, we can’t ground her because they stay in the house doing their homework anyway.” “I guess, and like you said, she really wasn’t to blame, I’d have probably done the same when I was her age. So, she’s got a day off with you, what are you going to do? Are you going to help her with her letter?” “Lia’s already offered. We’re going to see Esther at the office tomorrow, she’s offered to help Lia with the charity organisation. Obviously, Belle has decided she’s coming along. If she gets her letter handwritten tonight or tomorrow morning, I’ll show her how to format a formal letter, and how to type it up in the office whilst Lia is in with Esther.” “Poppy said you had something else to show me.” “Ahh yes, watch this.” I hit the spacebar and the video started from the beginning, Jenny watched it in silence from start to finish, then she watched it twice more before speaking. “This is the room Poppy and Helen spoke about?” “Yes, and Poppy identified the man as the person who abused her in the room.” “Stop it playing, I need to make a call.” She pulled out her police phone and dialled, “hi, DC Wilde, I’ve just been talking to one of my informants and they said they’d seen a fire earlier on Farringdon Road, said it looked bad...” She listened for a while. “Mmm, yes, ok, I’ll let them know when they’re back from the pub, thanks Nick.” She turned back to the computer and played the video through once more, taking in every detail. “The whole block is ablaze; four crews are fighting it from the road. Only one part of the building was reported to be in use, the rest was derelict. The local police are putting it down to arson, apparently there’s a couple of developers wanting to demolish the whole block and put a new office building there.” “Poppy’s worried Jeremy’s gone too far this time; she thinks it’s too public.” “He might be OK if the developers face the blame, I’m sure his guys will have been careful, I saw a lot of gloved hands. Do we know any of them?” “Poppy didn’t recognise any voices, and the only face we see is the guy in the chair.” “Fair enough, so that’s all of Poppy’s videos gone, and I’m guessing any footage of Helen gone as well.” “She never mentioned film, but I imagine there’d be a few cameras around capturing everything that went on in that room.” “Why don’t you give her a call while I change out of my work clothes, then I’ll check on Belle. I shall express concern about her behaviour whilst passing no judgement, yes, I think that’s how I’ll handle it.” “She’ll give you the eyes, and you’ll crumble. Only Poppy is immune to the eyes.” “Oh god, I’ll be strong, I’ll be strong,” she laughed before giving me a kiss as she left the room. Jenny turned back to face me at the doorway, “We’re so lucky though, I see the trauma every day of dysfunctional families, and we have none of that here, all three, no, all four of them now, they’re so lovely. They just get on with each other so well. “Just listen ... do you hear anything?” “No, nothing.” “Exactly, no fighting, no arguing...” And with that Jenny walked down to the bedroom and I phoned Helen. “Hey Alex, how did Belle’s first day go?” “She got herself suspended for fighting.” “Oh shit, really? What happened?” I gave her a brief outline of the afternoon’s action. “So everyone from the head down sees this as Jade’s fault, so why suspend Belle?” “I’m guessing it’s to keep her out of the way while they deal with Jade’s friends.” “Ahh yes, I missed that angle, fair enough. How’s Jade?” “She was taken to hospital, she was awake when they put her in the ambulance, the school will update me in the morning.” “That’s a relief.” “Anyway, this isn’t the main reason I called.” “Oh, did you just want a chat?” “I always want a chat, but this is a bit more serious.” “OK, I’m in serious mode now.” “The red and black room.” “Ahh, OK, what about it?” “It’s not there anymore.” “Are you sure?” “I’ve just watched a video, Poppy has confirmed it’s the place she was in and the man who abused her in the room is no longer around.” “The videos?” “Also gone.” “Can I see the video?” “You’ll have to come here, it’s in a password protected folder, and it’s going to disappear shortly.” “Nita’s working tonight, I’ll come round in a bit, maybe have a word with Belle.” “We’re playing it that Belle isn’t to blame, although she did overreact.” “That’s exactly what I’m going to say, I’ll see if she has any temper issues.” “I don’t think so, I think she wanted to show Poppy that she’s not as defenceless as Poppy thinks.” “Ahh yes, of course that’s what happened, why didn’t I think of that. In that case I don’t need to speak to her at all.” “Sometimes you think so hard you miss the obvious sis, that’s not a criticism by the way, the girls love you, they really appreciate all the help you’ve given them.” “I know what you mean, I’ve always had a problem with overthinking, anyway, I’ll be round in about an hour, let you all have your dinner in peace for once.” I cut the call just as Poppy yelled up the stairs that dinner was ready, so I shut down my computer and wandered downstairs. Jenny and the girls were already in the dining room, Belle was serving lasagne whilst Lia was handing round a basket of garlic bread. “This smells delicious,” I said as I took the seat between Jenny and Poppy. Belle took my plate and filled it with lovely layered pasta and beef, “I hope it’s OK, I’ve never made it before, the sauce was hard to make, but I think it’s all worked.” As I was the last to be served, we all tucked in, “mmm, it’s brilliant Belle,” was the refrain from the whole table. “Really, it’s OK?” she asked. “It’s more than OK,” Poppy told her, “It’s great.” “Yeah, it’s really good,” Jenny added, “the sauce is tasty and not even slightly lumpy. I’ve never managed to make a decent bechamel sauce.” “Thanks,” Belle beamed, “I wasn’t sure I was in the mood for cooking, but we needed to eat so I just got stuck in. It was quite therapeutic, really calming me down as I worked. Oh, Lia made the garlic bread, so she deserves some thanks.” Lia blushed as we all complimented her, “Katie helped, I had no clue what to do. All the cooking I did at home was shoving ready meals in the microwave.” “The garlic bread is wonderful,” Belle told her, “cooked just right, thank you for helping, and thank you for parading around the kitchen in your underwear, it cheered me up immensely.” Lia looked across the table at me, “and thank you Alex for being a perfect gentleman.” “Why, what did he do,” Jenny asked her. “He left the kitchen before I took my new top off so I wouldn’t splash it when we were cooking.” “I tried to drag him back to the kitchen,” Poppy added, “but he refused. I think dad has a lot of respect for Lia.” “That sounds like I don’t respect you three,” I replied. “Sorry, that’s not how I meant it to sound, it’s just you’ve never shied away from looking at us when we’re nude, not that it bothers me in the slightest.” “Nor me,” Belle chipped in, “I like being naked.” “When I saw you all naked first you kind of ambushed me,” I started, trying to defend my honour. “Because we wanted you to see our bodies,” Poppy replied, “and if we didn’t do it that way, you’d have left the room just like you did before. Lia though, isn’t ready for that, she might never be ready...” “And now we know you’re still the perfect gentleman,” Belle added, “not that we ever doubted it. And you can still see my boobies any time. I’ll show you now if you like.” I put my hand out to stop her as she started to lift her t-shirt, “it’s OK Belle,” I laughed, “not at the dinner table.” Jenny tapped my shoulder, I turned to face her, and she kissed me, full on the lips, “every day you give me a reason to love you more, thank you,” she whispered as we parted. After dinner Lia helped me clear the table as the girls dashed up to their study to do their homework. “I meant that sincerely before,” Lia said as she rinsed the plates before I stacked them in the dishwasher, “thank you for being a gentleman. I’ve had a great day, the best day I can remember. It was a lot of fun shopping, we had some drama at school I know, but even that was amazing to witness. It was fascinating to see how close the girls are, looking at them on the sofa, Katie and Poppy so close, protecting and soothing their sister.” “They’re a tight unit, definitely,” I replied as I heard the door opening, “ahh that’s Helen, I need to show her something upstairs, are you ok finishing up here?” “I am, thanks. I’ll go and help Belle with her letter once I’m done here.” “Thanks Lia. I love how quickly you’ve settled in. Jenny was just saying before how amazing it is that you all get on so well.” “It’s because we all have something in common, our past lives all hold some horror, all different, but it’s part of who we are. Poppy and her sisters have been helping each other heal and grow, and now they’re going to help me while I help them.” “That’s just reminded me,” I said as Helen joined us, she put her arm around Lia and hugged her as I continued, “they’re not sure what you want to be?” “In what way?” “Well, in relation to the others, Belle’s not sure if you want to be their sister, or just Katie’s girlfriend. It’s not massively important in the grand scheme of things I suppose.” “But they want to know where they stand, I get that totally,” Lia replied, “I think I’m primarily Katie’s girlfriend, but I’m happy to be Belle and Poppy’s sister, after all, who wouldn’t want them to be their sisters?” “Inside Belle is still very insecure I think,” Helen told Lia in confidence, “she just wants to know where she stands.” “Well, I think I’ll go and help her with her letter and make sure she knows she is definitely my sister. I only spent a couple of months with her on the streets, in that time I grew to love her dearly, I missed her smiles and enthusiasm so much when I had to leave them because I couldn’t stay in the underground any longer.” “She’ll appreciate that,” Helen said as we left Lia to finish stacking the dishwasher. Jenny was in the office finishing off some paperwork, “hey Helen, I didn’t hear you come in.” “I just arrived, had a quick chat with Lia in the kitchen. I’ve just come round to watch the video, to make sure it is the place I was thinking about. When I’m done here, I’ll go check on Belle before I leave.” “No need to dash off, I’m going to watch some TV once I’ve finished filling out these reports, we could share a bottle of wine while we watch some Netflix.” “I’d like that, thanks. What about you Alex, do you want to Netflix and chill?” “I’d love to, but I’ve got to do some work on book, Lois has sent me a load of edits.” “Ahh well, it’ll just be us girls, we can watch something that’ll make us cry.” I logged into my email and opened the dropbox link, “oh wow, it expires in 20 minutes,” I said, “I thought we had longer than that.” Helen slid into my seat and hit the play button. She watched it carefully then replayed it twice more before she paused it at the point where we first see the man in the chair. “It’s definitely the same place,” she said quietly, “I remember that chair very well, those metal restraints were awful, you can’t see them here, but there’s also some for your ankles, they’re supposed to be felt-lined so they don’t hurt, but they’re not.” I could tell Helen was getting distressed from the memories, I rubbed her back lightly as I reached across to shut the video down. She gently pushed my hand away from the mouse. “It’s ok, I need to remember this, I’ve got to place it all in context.” She moved the video forwards frame by frame for a moment then stopped it, pointing at the screen, “see that? It’s the fleur-de-lis I mentioned, Poppy remembered seeing it.” She rolled the video forwards until we saw the pile of computer equipment, “I honestly don’t know if my time there was recorded, you’re probably right though, they most likely recorded everything that went on in that room. In fact, I bet I’m lucky because I used a completely made up name when I booked my session, if I used my real name or my modelling name I imagine I’d have heard off them with a hefty blackmail demand. “Hopefully if there were videos, they’re in that pile and we’ll never know one way or the other. I can live with that.” Helen shut the video down and stood, she started to cry as she hugged me, I saw Jenny leave the room to give her some privacy. We hugged for a long time, Helen’s tears running down my back as she held me tightly, “I did so much bad shit Alex, and I never told you about any of it. If I was fine with what I was doing, why didn’t I tell you at the time. Oh god Alex, how can you even stand to be in the room with me?” “Because I love you Helen, you’re a wonderful, clever, strong woman. We all do shit we’re not proud of every now and again, the trick is to learn from our mistakes and don’t do them again. You told us that, when Poppy was struggling the other week.” “I did, and I wish I lived by my own platitudes. I was a terrible person for the longest time Alex, I really was. Oh fuck I took so many drugs when I was doing hardcore, I had to, I’d never have the guts to do some of that shit without them, and then I took more to forget what I’d just done. “I have no fucking idea what’s out there Alex, none at all. The stuff in that box, that’s what I found in shops around Soho, there’s bound to be so much more out there. What if it comes out? I’ll be ruined, and so will you and Nita.” “When did you stop doing hardcore?” “Before I met Nita, so it’ll be 7 years at least.” “And how much of your porn have you found or seen online?” “Just the stuff in the box, I’ve seen nothing online.” “Are you more or less famous now than you were then?” “Oh gosh, I’m almost unknown now.” “So, the time to leak your sex-tapes is long gone, don’t you think?” “It probably is,” Helen replied as she pulled away from me a little, she caught sight of her reflection in a mirror, “oh shit, just look at me, everything has run.” “You’re still gorgeous Helen.” “Stop it Alex, you don’t need to lie to make me feel better, you already did that by holding me just then. Are you sure you need to work now? It would be nice to have a cuddle while we watch a film.” “I guess my edits can wait.” “Amazing. I’ll have a word with Belle then we can watch something funny and romantic.” “Err, maybe you should wash your face first.” Helen looked in the mirror again, “nah, fuck it, they can see me like this, nobody has to be strong all the time.” I shut my computer down and followed Helen down to the girl’s study. “Hey Belle,” she said as she stepped into the study. “Hey Helen,” Belle cried, “oh, are you OK?” “Yes, I’m fine now, just had a bit of a cry.” Poppy spun her chair around and rolled over to give Helen a hug, “we’ve still got all the makeup you left.” “Thanks Poppy, I’ll wash this all off in a minute. I wanted to see how Belle’s day went.” “Ahh, have you not heard?” Belle asked. “No, I’ve been too busy crying about shit from the past,” Helen lied. “Err, well, I might have got myself suspended for fighting.” “Oh wow, that’s quick work!” Helen cried as she knelt by Belle’s chair, “tell me everything.” I left them to it and joined Jenny downstairs to update her on what just happened with Helen.

T-shirt for sale by FunKelly T-shirt for sale. Part 22 I took the drink from the bar, then made my way back to the security of the dimly lit corner booth. As I sat on the curved seat, I was joined by the two lesbians. The women slid in on either side of me, sandwiching me between them. Before I could utter a word, one of the women said, "Well hello sweet thing. What are you doing here, at this late hour ?" I replied with the only response I could, "I'm waiting on my friend to come get me". The other woman said, "What do you say we keep you company, until she arrives?" I was frozen in fear. "Now, I'm sure you are aware you are naked", said the first woman, as both women started caressing my breasts, particularly, my nipples. I was petrified, yet stimulated, at the same time, when I replied, "She should be here soon". The two women looked at each other, then grinned, while saying simotaniously , "We better get started then!" I was quivering, when I replied, "Started doing what?" The second woman, said, "Bringing you to your happy place, of course, silly!" One of the women got up and moved the table out a couple feet, then returned sitting by my side. They spread my legs open, as one of them shined the light from her phone on my exposed pussy. "Oh look! Look at that plump, pink labia!", She then turned to me, and said, with a sinister grin on her face, "Someone's been a naughty little bitch tonight". The other woman, asked, "How many orgasms have you had tonight?" I had no response. The first woman slid her two forefingers into my slit, while massaging my clit with her thumb. I was completely helpless, as she continued the stimulation. The other woman continually worked my nipples, between her thumbs and forefingers. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but only saw Chris, watching the T.V. By now, I was too far gone. I wanted to. I mean had to, cum again. The one woman kept working my pussy at a feverish pitch, while her friend continued twisting my nipples, when I felt my second massive orgasm of the night, coming on. I gritted my teeth together, in a vain attempt to be silent. UUhhhhh! UUhhhhh!, was heard throughout the lounge, as my body convulsed, and another titanic load of my pussy juice. poured out of my from between my legs. The women scooped up as much of the gooey substance as possible, and like Becky had done earlier, smeared it all over my tits, face, then ran their fingers through my short black hair. I collapsed in complete ecstasy, right there in the booth, no longer hidden by the table. I heard one of the two women say, "Chris. Will you take a picture of us?" Still. I could not move, yet alone object. Chris came from around the bar, took the woman's phone, then waited, as she took her place next to the "Newest Filthy Tramp of San Francisco". I sat there totally limp, legs still spread apart, as the two women sat on either side of me, telling me to smile. Chris took some photos of us, as I was unable to react in any manner at all. As the phone camera clicked on and on, Kim walked in, and stood before us. She looked at me, as if looking over her glasses in disapproval, but she didn't wear glasses. "Kelly! you look like my daddy's car does on Sunday afternoons", she said. "A fresh new coat of wax". Unable to respond, I watched as she pulled out my phone, and said, "Let's get a few more souvenirs, to remind you of your trip to our fair city". She then grabbed my hand, and said, "Come on, Kelly. Let's get you up to your room, before the Vice Squad shuts down the hotel". Chris and the two women laughed, as they watched Kim walk me by the hand, out of the lounge. "So tell me, Kelly! What's it like to be brought to climax, by two complete strangers, in our public hotel lounge ?", she asked. I couldn't answer, and just followed her back to the lobby. Kim pressed the up button in the elevator, then used her special key to disable it. "Wait in her", she said, as she walked back to the private office, leaving me naked, in the lobby elevator, with the doors open. It seemed like at eternity, until she returned. She finally entered the elevator, dressed in her jean shorts, leather halter and military boots, holding my clothes and purse. She used her key to turn the elevator back on, but made no attempt to hand me my clothes. I looked at her, and asked, "Should I get dressed?" "What's the point?", was her reply, as I remained naked, for the trip to the fourth floor. She escorted me to my room, holding back on either opening the door, or giving me my key-card, so I could open it. I stood there, covered in my own cum, waiting to see what she would do next. Then second elevator door opened, as I looked at Kim, begging her with my eyes, to open the door to my room. She opened the door, and pushed me in. I walked straight to the bed, and flopped on it, laying on my back. Kim looked at my cum covered torso, and said, "Kelly. It's almost 4:00 am. Get some sleep, and meet me at the front desk at noon. Becky and I are going to take you to the fair tomorrow". I smiled, as I watched her walk out the door, then fell asleep, feeling more sexually satisfied than I had ever been before. T-shirt for sale. Part 23 When I woke in the morning, I laid on the bed, reliving the previous evening in my mind. My crusty skin, from all of the cum smeared on me, by Becky, and then the two women in the lounge, (who's names I never did get) was a constant reminder of my debauchery. It was 9:30 am. That gave me enough time to post some pictures on my favorite web-sites, take a long hot shower, and be ready to meet Kim and Becky by noon. First, the photo postings. I opened the pictures in my phone, and put them in two separate files. My "Only One Naked" file, and my "Dirty Little Slut" file. I went to my favorite web-sight. "Only One Naked", hence the name of my first file. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, I posted twelve photos, showing me serving the pub customers while fully naked. It may be a little self-centered, but I only posted photos, showing me and the customers. I left Andre, Kim, Ashley and Kayla out, at least for now. Seeing myself permanently posted, among the other naked women, who had become my sexual fantasy heroes, was exhilarating. I knew when I got home, I would post many more from the dozens and dozens of photos, I had in my possession. I call them my "little Treasure Trove". I might even find a place for some of the photos from my, "Dirty Little Slut" file. After 45 minutes of filing and posting, it was time to take a long, hot shower. While in the shower, washing off the evidence from my night of depravity, I started washing my pussy, when I thought to myself, "It's not like I slept with five different guys last night". Yes, I may have over exposed myself, (understatement of the year) but in reality, I was only touched by the fingers of three very talented women". Believe it or not, that's how I was justifying my actions, while trying to hold on to some sense of integrity. I finished my shower, dried off, then set to the task of picking out my wardrobe for the day. I knew I would not be wearing the other sundress, I had packed for the trip. I needed something with a few layers, limiting the possibility of Kim and Becky manipulating me out of my clothing again. Of course, I decided to start with basic white cotton panties and a white bra. I laid out my dark blue shorts, which came half way down my thighs. A white T-shirt, followed by my ultra light, powder blue jacket, with my "Kelly's Prints and T's", logo on the back. Sneakers and ankle socks, in case we would be doing a lot of walking, and to top it all off, my dark blue baseball cap. Still naked from my shower, I looked at the ensemble, feelin confident, my two new friends would not be able to exploit my inner fantasies today. With over an hour until noon, I went to the web-site I had posted my photos on, hoping someone may have already posted some comments. I would post comments on the sites I visited, all the time. I was hoping to induce the women into having additional "Nude in Public" adventures, then post them on the sight. This way I could live vicariously thru them, and their escapades. Now I was hoping others could do the same thru me. I searched to see if any comments were left, even though the photos were posted barely a half hour ago. I was not disappointed. When it comes to putting yourself out there, naked on the internet, it's important to remember the old adage, "Be careful what you wish for". Some people can be cruel. I've read comments that pick apart some of the women's bodies, even though I felt they were beautiful. (all in their own way) It's always been their courage that inspired me. The first comment I received, was kind of sweet, (I guess) but a bit salacious, to say the least. I clicked on the comment box, a bit afraid of what I might read. Up came the words, "Look at that adorable face and body! I would eat that sweet, juicy pussy, like I was enjoying a four course meal, right there at the bar. I WOULD EAT HER SWEETNESS IN FRONT of EVERYONE THERE!". My first comments, about my first posting, about my first 'nude in public' experience. I was planning to bring myself to climax, for the first time, while viewing my first naked post. A pretty cool collection of "Firsts", wouldn't you say. The author was obviously referring to the photo of me sitting on the bar, with my legs spread open, after Andre dropped me off, following my little ride on his shoulders. It was the 'One' photo, I actually thought twice about posting. Apparently, someone out there, was glad I did. I had no problem bringing myself quickly to orgasm. Then I took my second shower of the morning. Feeling sexually satisfied, and pleased with my choice of outfits, I got ready, then left my room to meet Kim at the front desk. All the way down to the lobby, I was hoping I didn't run into anyone who might recognize me, from last night's naked debacle. T-shirt for sale. Part 24 I made it down to the lobby unscathed, yet I still felt apprehensive. The thought that someone might show up, who could recognize me, and may reveal some, or all of the details, of my early morning public exhibition in the hotel, was disconcerting. The hotel lobby was clearly more active than it was last night. I started remembering how I stood here , naked and ashamed, surrounded by eight or nine people. As I was scanning the area for Kim, I noticed a woman walking around, as if she was looking for someone. Her hair was is a pony tail. She was wearing black boots, that only came up to her ankles. thickly woven black fish net stockings, a large, bright red silk scarf, that she had wrapped around her waist, and a black bra. Not a black bikini top, but a black bra! She topped it all off with a black leather cap. Having spent the majority of last night totally naked in public, who was I to judge? When she turned in my direction, I realized it was Becky. She noticed me too, and made her way over to where I was standing. Before I could say good morning, she grabbed me by the cheeks, then kissed me on the mouth, slipping me some tongue, like she did last night. I don't know what came over me, but I slid my tongue into her mouth. I was making out with a lesbian, right there in the hotel lobby. When we pulled back, I looked at her, and said, "You know Becky. I'm not a lesbian". I will never forget her response. "Kelly. Any woman can be a lesbian, when she craves a better orgasm". She turned away to looked for Kim, as I thought about what she had said. It was true! I had the two most massive orgasms of my life last night. Both brought on by the gifted fingers of lesbians. As I was coming to grips with my current situation, Kim walked in the front doors of the hotel. Dressed in her military boots, a short jean skirt, allowing the black waist band of her thong, to be observed across her lower back, and a rainbow colored bikini top. She walked up to Becky and I, and gave us both big hugs. I felt so out of place, in my meticulously chosen outfit. As we prepared to leave for the 'Fair', Kim showed Becky a photo of me, covered in my own cum, naked and spread eagle in the hotel lounge. Becky looked at me, and said, "Kelly! Are you cheating on me already?" Both women laughed, while I was unsure how to respond. I did however, see I was right last night, when I thought Becky had a nice little body. In just her black bra and stockings, scantly covered with her red scarf wrap, her clothes (if you could call them that) were far more revealing than the jeans and baggy T-shirt, she was wearing the evening before. We left the hotel, then walked three blocks down the street. To my great delight, we were going to ride on one of the world famous, San Francisco trolley cars. While on the trolley, I tried to get the girls to divulge more details about the fair, we were about to visit. I don't think they were dressed the way they were, because they had plans to ride a Ferris Wheel, or eat funnel cake and cotton candy. They both just replied, "You'll see, Kelly. You'll see". We exited the trolley at our stop, then walked another few block, to the so called "Fair". My jaw almost hit the ground. There were hundreds of people dressed like nothing I had ever seen before. Dozens of men had on vests, shirts etc. along with the footwear of their choice, but no pants or underwear. Many others were wearing only thongs. Some women were dressed in only their underwear. Others were topless, or had only pasties covering their nipples. Some women were wearing nothing but body paint. The variety of dress was astounding, but all of it was salacious, bordering on obscene. One woman was tied to a big "X" in the middle of the street, wearing only a thong, while a dominatrix was providing the flagellation. I was practically in shock! T-shirt for sale. Part 25 Becky and Kim noticed I was visibly shaken, and allowed me a few minutes to take it all in. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. After a few minutes observing the unusual festivities, I heard Kim say. "Kelly. We all have our hidden desires, and secret fantasies. Just as you were able to fulfill yours last night, these people get to indulge in theirs, today". Becky appeared unaware, that being the 'only one naked', was what excited me above everything else. She then asked me, "Kelly.is being naked in front of people who are dressed, what turns you on?" I was unable to answer, when Kim jumped in. "Of course it is, Becky! She hesitated getting dressed in the pub last night, even though we all had our clothes back on. When I suggested playing, "Locked Out Naked", she started taking her clothes off, right there at the hotel lobby desk. I had to remind her that in order to be 'locked out naked', you weren't supposed to have access to your clothes!" I felt so humiliated, listening to the two women. openly discuss my most inner sexual passion. Right then, Becky grabbed the sides of my face again. I thought she was going to plant another kiss on me, when she said, "That settles it, Kelly! You are going to serve champagne and hors d'oeuvres, at Alice's party tonight. Think of it! You get to act out your fantasy, for 'Four' whole hours. With all the material used to make the guests' costumes, yours will be the only skin visible in the entire place. Well, yours an the two male servers, but they'll have on their thongs!" I had been mentally sucked into Becky's vision. So with some hesitation, I asked, "I thought there were going to be 'Two' nude women servers there?" Becky replied, "Well, truth be told Kelly, Alice and I came up with that idea, to get you to agree to serve at the party". "You and Alice?", I asked, a bit taken back by the odd alliance. "Yeah! I'm working the bar at the party! It'll be so much more fun, if you're there!", she responded. I was completely blind-sided by this new revelation. Just when I felt, I could endure no additional disclosures from Becky, nor could I undergo any further public discussions, about my most confidential urges, Ashley and Kayla made their appearance onto the scene. They were dressed in matching, cut off, rainbow colored T-shirts, with no bras of course. Bright pink bikini bottoms, and cowboy boots. I was now encircled by four women, who had witnessed me attain, the most private of all female experiences, "An Orgasm!" I turned my attention to my surroundings, (certainly, up to the task, when it came to distractions) attempting to seem oblivious, to any further discussions, the four women might be having, concerning my very public naked ordeal. Kayla and Kim started comparing photos of me. Kayla had a one of me, completely limp, with my legs spread wide open, covered in my own cum. It was one of the many photos taken of me, in the pool room of the pub last night, thanks to Becky. Kim had practically the same photo, but hers', was taken in the hotel lounge, about 3:30 in the morning. In both photos, I was stripped naked, legs spread wide open, blissfully limp, skin glistening from my own female juices, yet with an unfamiliar smile on my face, looking like the "Dirty Little Slut", I had become. I decided to take a walk. I needed separation from both, the liveliness of neighboring activities, but also, the constant reminder that I had become San Francisco's newest trollop. I told the women that I wanted to have a look around, then ventured off on my own. I noticed when I got out of earshot, of the women wearing nothing but a thong, fastened to a large "X", and calling out, "More! More!" to her dominatrix, I was able to find some sense of normality. At least as I saw it. I walked several blocks, then noticed the street had been closed off by the white and orange wooden saw horses, often used for block parties and special events. There were food and clothing vendors, along with literally hundreds of people, who were there as spectators, not participants. When I reached the blockade, I walked back in the other direction. I walked back passed the "Center of Activity", (I guess that's what we'll call it for now on) and saw much of the same. I found out later, that they blocked off a total of five blocks. The middle block was where the so called, "Activities" were taking place. The two blocks leading in either direction, were mostly occupied by vendors and curiosity seekers. In fact, no one in the outer areas, were salaciously dressed, yet alone completely naked. I stopped and picked up a couple of tacos from one of the food vendors, which I must tell you were the best I have ever had. Maybe it was because I hadn't eaten since last night's dinner, but they were fantastic. With a full belly, I ventured on. Realizing I had no interest in participating in the day's public events, I finally understood how self-absorbed I really was. Kim was correct, when she said, I "Got Off" being the 'only one naked". It was true. As I reached the barrier, at the opposite end of the five block stretch of public street, Kim and Becky, had met up with me. Before either could speak a word, I noticed a woman wearing a wrist brace, and became mesmerized. I glanced around at my surroundings, and observed another woman, selling Hawaiian leis from around her neck, to people in the crowd. Kim called out, "Kelly! What are you staring at?" My business persona had completely taken over, and I turned to my two new friends, and said, with dollar signs running through my head, "I think I can sell T-shirts here." The two women looked at me, then at each other, then back at me, completely bewildered. "What are you talking about?", Becky asked. "I could make money selling T-shirts here", I repeated. Kim said, "Well I'm sure you could Kelly, but with so many other's selling T-shirts, would it be worth your while, to come down here from Oregon?" I gathered Becky and Kim around me, like in a football huddle, then shared my sudden epiphany. "I could make one hundred T-shirts, that said, in big bold letters on the back, "Buy This Shirt. Right Here. Right Now!", and sell them for $50.00 to $100.00 each". They both looked at me like I was crazy. "Why would anyone pay that price for a T-shirt, that said that on it?", Kim asked, while Becky's facial expression showed she agreed with Kim's summation of my idea. "Because I won't be wearing anything under it", I replied, with a devious grin on my face. It was like the light bulb had lit up over both their heads. Kim screamed out, "That's Brilliant, Kelly!", while Becky rapidly shook her head, up and down, in agreement. "All I would have to do, is rig up one of those wrist bands to hold my phone and credit card reader. I could take the payment first, then remove the T-shirt, and hand it over to whoever purchased it", I explained. "Out here on the far edges of the fair, people, especially young guys, would pay that kind of money, just to see me have to walk away naked", I continued. "I could take orders for both color and size, walk back to my booth, get the appropriate T-shirt, then wear it back to my prospective customer. He or she pays me. Then, and only then, do I remove it and turn it over to them", I explained. "You do realize that some idle chit chat, and the inevitable selfies, will be part of each sale. Don't you, Kelly?", Becky asked. Kim answered, "Of course she does! She's won't be selling T-shirts! She'll be selling little shreds of her dignity! Again, Kelly! I think it's brilliant!" T-shirt for sale. Part 26 In an attempt to curve Kim's zeal for my idea, if even for a moment, I tried to lower the level of enthusiasm, by asking, "How often do they have this fair?" Becky replied, "Once a year, Kelly. They hold it on the same Saturday, in June, every year". "That's good. That will give me time to prepare for next year", I said. I then looked at Becky and Kim, and asked, "Now you guys are sure, I wouldn't get in any trouble, if I were naked, this far away from the center of activity?" As luck would have it, Kim recognized this incredibly cute cop, and called out, "Het Matt! Come here!" I started feeling a bit faint, as the gorgeous police officer made his way to where we were standing. Kim gave him a big hug, as he looked at me. I could tell he was trying to comprehend, how this girl, wearing a typical Saturday afternoon outfit, was associated with a woman dressed in little more than fishnet stockings and a bra, and another woman, wearing a rainbow colored bra, short jean skirt and military boots. I was wondering the same thing myself. "Matt. You know Becky", Kim said, as Matt and Becky nodded, and greeted each other. "Matt. This is my new friend, Kelly", she said, turning his attention to me. "Matt's my brother, Kelly!", Kim said, as she looked at me, then back to Matt. I gave a sheepish grin, and said hello, feeling intimidated that a police officer, in full uniform, was talking with us. Kim asked him, "Matt. Kelly wants to know, if she took off all her clothes, right here, right now, (using the words I was planning to have printed on my T-shirts) would she be at risk of a fine, or even worse, arrest?" Matt looked at me, and said, "Kelly. You would be entirely within your rights to do so". "The event planners have pulled all the required permits. As long as you stay on the street, and between the barriers, you would be legally allowed to express yourself, however you pleased". I was finding it hard to look him in the eye, while we were discussing my possible nudity, at next years festival. Then, out of the blue, Kim said, "Alright. Now that that's settled, Kelly give me your clothes". I turned to her, and abruptly replied, "Kim! I'm talking about selling T-shirts at next years' fair". That's when, my plans to remain dressed today, and not allowing Kim or Becky to manipulate be out of my clothes, started to unravel. "Kelly. If you plan on selling T-shirts here next year, don't you think it would be wise to know, in advance, that you have the fortitude, to follow through with that plan? Otherwise, it may be time and investment, wasted". Before I could answer, Matt interrupted, and said, "If you're serious about this Kelly, Kim might be right". Becky looked at me, and asked, "Kelly. How much money could you make?" My mental calculator had already come up with the answer. "Well Becky, if I sold 100 T-shirts, at $100.00 each, less inventory and travel expenses, I would stand to make an $8000.00 profit. If I could sell them for only $50.00 each, I would still profit $3000.00. Becky's eyes grew wide open, when she said, "$8000.00 ? I'd walk around naked for that! Even $3000.00. How many people do we know, (as she looked at Kim) make $3000.00 for and afternoon's work?" Kim just smiled, and said, "I'll take those clothes now, Kelly". With Kim, Becky and Matt looking at me, I was forced to come to terms with both, the idea of me selling T-shirts right off my naked body, and the concept of being, barely or totally naked, in front of literally hundreds of clothed people. I was focused on the expressions of my three new friends, while I considered my options. The advise of the many women, on my favorite websites, through their personal experiences, explained in their posted stories, was a constant reminder of, "What Not" to do. First and foremost, never cover up! Any display of modesty, would bring on ridicule, along with the cruel comments, that can sometimes follow. I decided to find out if I had the fortitude, (as Kim had put it) to persevere through the inescapable, Shame and Humiliation of my future endeavor. T-shirt for sale. Part 27 First, I did what anyone would do. I removed my thin summer jacket, then handed it to Kim. She folded the jacket, and placed it in the huge purse she was carrying. It was the size of a beach bag. I hesitated, not knowing what to remove next. Becky suggested, "Take off your shorts, Kelly". Looking around, I felt that any observers, would think I was being stripped searched, due to Matt's presence. I summoned the courage to unbutton my shorts, and let them fall to my ankles. I then stepped out of them, bent over to pick them up, then handed them over to Kim. I couldn't help but look around and see if anyone was watching. I had become the spectacle of the day, for so many of the curiosity seekers. With just my T-shirt, panties and bra left, I started feeling self-conscience in front of my growing audience. Kim said, in a stern voice, "Kelly. I'll take that bra now". I looked at Becky and Matt, hoping someone would intervene, and liberate me from my impending fate. No assistance would come. I reached under my T-shirt, unhooked my bra, pulled it through my shirt sleeve, then handed it over to Kim. With nothing on but my T-shirt, panties and sneakers, I felt like, I may as well have been naked. The white T-shirt, I was wearing, was barely containing my erect nipples, and only came down to my navel, letting the onlookers see, I was close to being totally naked. Kim, Becky and Matt, were surveying the crowd, and the obvious attention, I was now receiving from the many clothed spectators surrounding us. Feeling like I could bare no additional public humiliation or exposure, I watched as Becky explained to the onlookers, that I had lost a bet. I guess that's the standard excuse used, when someone decides to take off their clothes in public. Kim, on the other hand, was not quite so understanding. She said, so all watching, could here, "Kelly! lets have those panties!" I froze solid, now staring at her, hoping for some measure of sympathy. She looked at me, then repeated, "Kelly! I'll take those panties now!", as Becky continued to reassured my growing audience, I had lost a bet. Afraid to look my spectators in the eye, I knew Becky and Kim were taking the photos, I would relish later. The expressions of the observers, was the key to how someone, who was the only one naked in public, could assess the mood of the crowd. Very important, when someone is viewing the photos on line. At least for me. I had no choice, but to become the submissive little slut, Kim wanted me to be. I pulled my panties down passed my thighs and knees, then over my sneakers. I was looking at the ground, as I handed them over to her, exposing my clean shaven pussy and bare ass to the onlookers. Now that Kim held every stitch of my clothing, other than my thin, white T-shirt, she smiled and started walking away. "Kim!". I called out. "Where are you going? You can't leave me like this!" Kim smugly looked at Matt, not letting on that he was her brother, to the spectators, and asked, "Officer. Can I leave her like this?" Matt held back his obvious enjoyment of my naked plight, and responded, "Today, and today only, Miss. As long as she stays on the street, and within the boundaries, she'll be fine." I pleaded, "Kim! Please!" She looked back to Matt, and asked, "Officer. Is a bet, a bet?" Matt replied, "It is where I come from, Miss". With that, she walked away, then vanished into the crowd, with my clothes. I turned to Becky, and asked her to borrow her big red scarf. She simply replied, "Sorry Kelly. Can't help you". Before I knew what was happening, Becky decided to add insult, to my humiliating injury. She took her right forefinger, and slid it between my pussy lips. As I stood there in horror, she said, "Oh Kelly. You are so wet! Time to go! Thank you officer", as she gave Matt a nod, then took my hand. I heard Matt call out, "Have fun girls". Becky pulled me through the dressed spectators, while the eyewitnesses, laughed and cheered, as they saw my bare ass, disappear into the crowd. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die, yet I could not deny how horny I had become. Becky was right. I was soaking wet between my pussy lips. I thought about the woman going through her public flagellation, wearing nothing but a thong. That's when I realized, we all have our own special sexual buttons. Mine was being, shamed and humiliated, by being the only one naked, among clothed people. Becky led me through the maze of clothed people. I became even more aroused, as I made little eye contact, yet felt the fabric of their clothes rubbing against my almost bare skin. I listened closely to the comments, coming from the people surrounding me. Still, at least a full block away from the center of activity, I was definitely "The Only One Naked" in the immediate area. It was about 2:30 in the afternoon, and I was coming to terms with, and starting to enjoy, my almost naked state. T-shirt for sale. Part 28 The idea off selling T-shirts right off my naked body, was rolling around in my head, as Becky stopped and smiled at me. Not sure what this sudden pause was about, I would soon find out. "Well. Kelly!", I heard from behind me. "Another lost bet? Or do you flaunt your pussy in public, just for the fun of it?" To my complete dismay, I turned to see the voice I heard, was that of Stacy, and Sue was with her again. An overwhelming feeling of trepidation came over me, as I stood there stupefied, unable to utter a single word. The two women took the opportunity to gather some additional photos of me. Photos that I'm sure would be used to prove, I had become the dirty little slut, of my college graduating class. Getting discovered, being naked (or in this case, almost naked) in public, by someone you know, can be one of conjecture, on their part. Certainly, one of humiliation, on yours. Being discovered once, may be the result of some unusual circumstance, like a lost bet. But twice in 24 hours, no way! Their belief about me and my lifestyle, was now deeply rooted. I could feel my face turning red, when Sue asked, "Any reason you're concealing those little baby breasts of yours, not to mention your thimble size nipples, Kelly?" Stacy added, "We can see your nipples piercing through that little T-shirt, Kelly". Still speechless, I felt my hands reaching for the bottom of my shirt, so I could stretch it down to cover my pussy and ass. I was about to break the first rule, of public nudity. Becky discretely took my hand, keeping me from humiliating myself even further. She kissed me on the mouth, and said, "I'm gonna go see if I can find Kim. We'll catch up with you later". My facial expression, was begging her not to leave me, but she turned and walked toward the center of activity, leaving me standing there bottomless, with Stacy and Sue. To my surprise, the two women each took one my arms in theirs, and started parading me through the crowd. Stacy said, "You know Kelly. You were the topic of conversation, after we left the bar last night. Now we all could understand losing a bet, then having to wait tables in the nude. But here you are again, walking among all these people, with no pants or underwear on. What gives?" I still hadn't spoken a word, since running into the girls again. I cleared my throat, then forced myself to answer Stacy. "I swear. Less than 45 minutes ago, I was wearing panties, a bra, shorts and a little spring jacket, with my company logo printed on the back". "What happened?", Sue asked. I felt cornered, and decided to tell the girls about my idea, to sell T-shirts off my body. I explained how the concept took seed, when I noticed the woman wearing a wrist band, designed to help with carpal tunnel or a sprained wrist. I told them how I was planning to modify it, to securely hold my phone and credit card reader. Noticing the woman who was selling Hawaiian leis from around her neck, just moments later, cemented the idea in my head. I even told them the T-shirts would read, "Buy This Shirt. Right Here. Right Now", on the back. As I went on explaining some of the basic revenue possibilities, I observed an attitude change, in both of the women. If only for a moment, they looked at me more like an entrepreneur, than the bottomless slut, standing before them. Sue, was actually holding on to my every word, while Stacy said, "Kelly. That's technically prostituting yourself, even if you not having sex with your customers". "Prostituting myself". That thought was buried deep in my psyche, but I was hoping not to hear it said, out loud. Sue jumped in, and exclaimed, "Who Cares. Kelly! Can I do it with you?" Stacy turned to her, and said, in a scolding tone, "Sue!" Sue turned back to her, and said, "You said it yourself last night, Stacy! Right after we saw Kelly waiting tables in the nude. You said, you wished you had the courage to do something like that". Stacy's face started turning red, as I was dumbfounded by the new revelation. In an attempt to defect the now, unwanted attention, from herself, Stacy turned to me and said, "O.k. Kelly. I'll buy that T-shirt, you're wearing, for $10.00". In an act of defiance, I replied, "$20.00!" She reached in her purse, pulled out a $20.00 bill, and handed it to me. I took the $20.00, put it in my sneaker, then removed my last vestige of modesty, and handed it over to Stacy.

The Holiday by Dionysos Copyright© 2023 by Dionysos Chapter 1: A New Life When we moved to Yorkshire two years ago, I was sent to the local boy’s grammar school. This was a big shock as I had had a number of girl friends and girlfriends at my previous mixed grammar school and had a busy social life. Now, the nearest girls’ school was at the other end of town, so we did not even meet any girls on the bus home. Fortunately, I made friends with Brian and Dave who, being 15 like me at the time, were more than a little interested in girls. Brian tried to set me up with friends of his string of girlfriends, but while I was very attracted to some of his girlfriends, I was not particularly attracted to any of their friends. I even tried to go after his ex-girlfriends, but that never worked. Dave had a girlfriend, Sue who he had been going out with since they were 13. They both lived very close to my house and went to the small Methodist church just down the road. They had invited me to join them at the youth club which was held in the rooms at the back of the church, after the Sunday evening service. My mother was already a regular worshipper and she initially dragged my Dad along too, but I refused to go with them. However, once she had made friends with Dave and Sue’s Mothers, Dad chose to go to the local working men’s club with Sue’s Dad for a couple of pints and a game of snooker instead. I was tempted by Dave’s offer to introduce me at the youth club, especially as he told me there were plenty of pretty girls, but I did not want to get involved with any prudish religious types. When I explained my misgivings privately to Sue, she looked around quickly to see that no-one was watching and planted a very sexy kiss on my lips. She laughed. “So, do you still think we’re all prudes, Jeff?” I was a bit taken aback but laughed too. “OK. You’ve convinced me!” The following Sunday, I waited for Dave and Sue outside the back entrance to the church. A number of teens walked past me through the gate, including quite a few pretty girls, who almost all gave me a shy little smile as they walked by. I was feeling much more enthusiastic when my friends arrived and took me in to meet Clifford, the youth club leader. He welcomed me and told me to have fun. The youth club was held in a room the size of an average lounge and was too small for the number of people. Fortunately, there were passages and other small open rooms where teens were also hanging out. The lighting was dim and the music was loud and just what I liked, a mixture of the Beatles, the Stones, the Who and all the current rock bands. All of the girls wore miniskirts, some more mini than others! I was still eyeing up the talent, when a pretty girl came up to me, introduced herself as Jessica and asked me if I wanted to dance. So they were not all shy then, I thought and soon we were dancing. The music was too loud for conversation, so we eventually drifted into one of the nearby open rooms where a few couples were chatting and one or two were snogging. Jessica introduced me to a few other girls and a couple of boys. I became a regular member of the club and was even persuaded to go to the church service a couple of times, although it still did nothing for me. I had fun dating lots of the girls over the next two years and enjoyed many of the club activities, especially hiking over the moors. There was one particular girl, Jenny who I really liked, she was a year younger than me, very pretty, with sparkly eyes and a lovely smile. She was slim but had a nicely developing figure with quite full breasts for her age. She had a sexy round bottom which I loved to watch when she was dancing. She often wore a very short light brown cord miniskirt with white lacy tights and a fitted roll-neck jumper in the winter. I managed to get a number of dances with her but, unfortunately, she was going out with Mick, a boy from my school, in the year above me. Soon after I turned 17 in February, Sue knocked on the door to our house one Tuesday after school. When I opened it, she grinned and asked me to go for a walk. I agreed, but I was very wary. I liked her and she flirted with me a lot, but Dave was one of my two best friends. When we got to the park, she looked up at me, smiled and said “Mick broke up with Jenny after youth club on Sunday. Jenny told me all about it at school. He’s going to Bristol university after the summer and doesn’t plan to come back, so he didn’t see any point in them continuing. Apparently, he doesn’t get on with his parents.” “Poor Jenny!” I replied. “Was she really upset?” “Yes, but not as much as I expected” Sue said. “I know you fancy her, so I thought I’d let you know.” “Thanks, Sue, I’ve fancied her for ages!” “Just be careful, you have to get your timing right. Rush things and it could be just a rebound affair but if you leave it too long, there’s a couple more boys sniffing around” Sue advised. “Do I have a chance?” I asked. “Sure. I know she likes you. You can see it in her eyes when you two are dancing together” “Thanks, Sue. Wish me luck!” I replied. The next Sunday at youth club, Mick was not there but I spotted a sad looking Jenny talking to Sue over the far side of the room. Sue caught my eye and nodded which I took as meaning it was a good time to approach them. I wandered over and asked Jenny to dance. She managed a little smile and took my offered hand. After a couple of dances, she shouted over the music that she was thirsty, so we went for some drinks. It was quieter in that room, so we could talk. “I suppose you’ve heard” Jenny said. “Yes. I’m sorry Jenny, Sue told me in the week.” “It was a bit of a shock at first and I cried a lot, but he obviously didn’t love me enough, so I know it’s for the best. How’s your love life?” Jenny asked. “Non-existent!” I replied. “I seem to date for a few weeks, then realise I’m not really interested, or they do.” We went back to dancing and she danced with a couple of other boys too. Despite what Sue had said, I decided I had to act soon, before she was taken, but I would then take it slowly, while she got over the breakup. When I saw her briefly standing on her own, I wandered over and she looked pleased to see me again. I tried talking but the music was too loud so she pointed to one of the quieter rooms. “Jenny, I know you live in Bailiff Bridge and it’s quite a long, dark walk, so can I walk you home, when you want to go?” “Would you mind?” Jenny replied. “That’s really sweet! I was worried about walking back on my own, but it will be a long walk for you there and back.” “No problem and I’d like to” I answered. I made a point of not monopolising her but later, Clifford put on the Drifters classic, as he always did to announce the end of the evening. Jenny thanked her current dance partner and came over to me, smiling. We both joined in the chorus as we danced. “But don’t forget who’s taking you home, and in whose arms you’re gonna be, so darlin’, save the last dance for me!” We were both still laughing when we got our coats and ventured out into the cold night air. When we had been walking in silence for a few minutes, Jenny said “Everyone’s been so nice, especially you, it’s so good to have friends when you’re having a bad time.” Her hand brushed mine as we walked, so I took the hint and held it for the rest of the way. We chatted all the way to her house, then she kissed me on her doorstep. I returned the kiss but was careful to hold back a bit. “Are you going to the Methodist Youth Conference next weekend at Darley Dale?” Jenny asked. “Are you?” “Yes” “Then I’m definitely going!” I replied. She giggled. “It could be fun!” She went indoors leaving me wondering how a Methodist Youth Conference could be fun. I still contacted Clifford the next day and got myself booked in. At school, I asked Dave if he was going. “Not bloody likely!” he replied. What had I let myself in for! I knew a lot of the scriptures as my Mum had sent me to Sunday School from an early age, but later I had decided it was just indoctrination. So it was with some trepidation that I boarded the coach early on the Saturday morning, bound for Darley Dale. Jenny was already sitting on her own about half-way towards the back. “Can I sit with you?” I asked. “Of course, I was saving you a seat” Jenny replied. “Thank you” I replied, and we chatted about what was supposed to happen over the weekend. There were lectures followed by discussion groups both days. I made sure that I was in the same group as Jenny and made major contributions to the team, surprised that some of the discussions were about relationships and dealing with difficult personal situations, rather than just religion. This was followed by prayers and I had to suppress a yawn. After dinner that evening, Jenny and I went for a walk in the extensive grounds. After a while she laughed and said “You don’t believe a word of it, do you?” “No, but I thought you did” I replied. “Not really. I don’t think so. It all sounds like people can’t cope with not knowing where we came from or the idea of dying, so they have to make up this god and heaven thing.” “That’s what I think too. Why did you come then?” I asked. “My Mum encouraged me and I thought I’d give it one last chance, ‘cos it would be nice to believe.” “It would” I agreed. “Shall we question stuff tomorrow then?” “No. Just play along. If that’s what they want to believe, it’s OK. I suppose I’m a bit jealous really” “Can I kiss you?” I asked. “Any time you want” Jenny replied, with a smile. We did some heavy petting. She had amazing tits for a 16-year-old. She let me play with them outside her blouse, moaning quietly as I did. They were firm and round, and I longed to feel them naked, but I decided that would be pushing her too far, too fast, so it would have to wait for another day. Sunday was more discussion groups and, after lunch, the coach arrived to take us home. I sat next to Jenny right at the back of the bus, holding hands and stealing the occasional kiss when we thought no-one was looking. We were now accepted as a couple at the Youth Club and her other admirers mostly backed off although there was still a lot of flirting which I did not mind as long as she saved the last dance for me and let me walk her home. We often went out to the local cinema on Saturday nights with Dave and Sue. We spent a lot of time walking her dog through the fields and just talking, stealing kisses and outright snogging when we thought no-one else was nearby. One Sunday at Youth Club, Glen invited us to a party at his house the following Saturday. His father owned the local hairdressers and a number of other shops in town. Glen was an apprentice hairdresser, very good looking and charming. There was booze at the party and both Jenny and I had a couple of drinks. Sue found us snogging behind the sofa. “There’s a bedroom free if you don’t want to embarrass yourselves in public” she said, laughing. Jenny and I looked at each other and grinned. “Which one?” Jenny asked, a bit sheepishly. “Last one on the right, we just vacated it when Dave was trying to get into my knickers again” Sue said. “You’ve been going out three years and you’ve not let him in your knickers!” I exclaimed. “Nope!” Sue replied with a grin. Jenny and I held hands and went up the stairs. On the way she said “I’m not ready to go all the way but we can still have fun, is that OK?” “More than OK. I do really want to see your tits though. Do you mind?” As we walked into the bedroom, I locked the door and she took off her top and bra, proudly showing off her wonderful breasts. Her nipples instantly became erect in the cooler air. Her breasts were white and nicely rounded but with no trace of sag. Her pink areola were large and her erect nipples looked so sexy. “Magnificent!” I exclaimed. “They’re beautiful!” “They’re getting cold. Can you warm them up?” she asked, smiling. I took my shirt off too and fondled her breasts. I then decided to have a closer look and was mesmerised by her pointed nipples. I licked first one and then the other.” She moaned “That’s so good!” I got a bit more confident and tentatively sucked one breast into my mouth. She gasped, so I guessed she liked it and did the same to her other breast. She was moaning now, so I slid my hand down to her knee and then slid it up her inner thigh. She was wearing a very short miniskirt and I soon reached her knickers. She squealed as my fingers traced up her wet knickers along the slit between her labia. She pushed my hand away, giggling. “That feels to good, Jeff, sorry!” “Sorry if I pushed you too far. I just got carried away. You’re so sexy Jenny!” I said, trying to excuse myself. “Don’t apologise, it was amazing! I just got a bit scared.” Jenny explained. “Sorry” I said. “Only because I stopped you!” she replied, still giggling. “Guilty!” I replied, both of us now laughing. “You’re really fun Jenny. I do like you, a lot!” “I like you too” she replied, leaning in again for another kiss. Someone was knocking on the bedroom door. “Parents back in 10 minutes!” Sue shouted. We quickly got dressed and tidied the bed, then went downstairs. On the Tuesday, I went to the local town library. This was way before anyone ever dreamed of SexEd, so I decided to do some research myself. The books I needed seemed to be deliberately hard to find and I did not want to ask the librarian. I eventually found what I was looking for and read the first few pages of ‘The Kama Sutra’. I thought this was what I needed, so I took it with my library card to the pretty young female assistant. She smiled at me. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” I spluttered and she just laughed. “I can recommend a couple of other books if you like.” “Thanks. I’ll try this one first” I replied with a grin, “then maybe I’ll see if you can help me!” She laughed “In your dreams!” The ‘Kama Sutra’ was interesting, but it seemed a bit too advanced. I needed something more basic to start, so I returned to the library a couple of days later to return the book. I asked the pretty librarian if she could suggest something less advanced. She found me a young persons guide to sex and a more advanced one about being a good lover. Chapter 2: A Surprise One evening, a couple of weeks later, my Mum came up to my room. “Sorry to interrupt your homework but I was just talking to Jenny’s Mum” She explained. “Sue and Dave asked their parents if they could go on holiday together. After their parents talked to each other, they decided they could be trusted and agreed. There were two conditions. First they had to stay in Sue’s Aunt Maggie’s guest house in Skegness and second they had to have a couple of friends with them too. They want you and Jenny to join them. Jenny is only 16 and quite frankly, I’m amazed her parents said she could go. I don’t suppose it’s necessary to ask if you want to.” “Wow! Yes, I really want to!” I replied. “You will have to promise to respect Jenny” Mum said. “I will. I do!” I said. However, my idea of respect was to respect how far Jenny wanted me to go, whereas I think my Mum’s idea was not to touch her at all. “We need to talk a lot more about this, but I’ll tell Jenny’s Mum you reluctantly agreed!” Mum teased. I could not believe it. What were the parents thinking? Two 17-year-old boys on holiday with their 16 and 17-year-old girlfriends in the next bedroom! We talked about it at the Youth Club on the following Sunday. We were all excited and could hardly believe our luck, but we still had to wait a couple of months until the holiday in August. We all had exams approaching, so socialising was confined to Saturday nights when we managed a couple of trips to the bowling alley in Bradford and to the the ice skating in Leeds. We did manage to get alone together a few times when her parents went out and I joined Jenny babysitting a couple of times. We never missed the Youth Club on Sundays though. Whenever I got the chance, I played with her sexy tits, but she always pushed my hand away, giggling when I reached her knickers. My Dad cornered me a day before we were due to leave on the holiday and he passed me a small paper bag. I looked inside “Condoms! 4 packets!” In those days the only places you could get condoms was either the chemists or the mens hairdressers. Both were usually busy, so it was difficult and very embarrassing for 17-year-olds to get them. “This is not a licence to have sex but you’re too young to be a dad, so I want you have them, just in case” he said. “Thanks, Dad. I don’t think I will need them, but I would hate to get Jenny pregnant if we were to get carried away” I replied. “Don’t tell your Mum” Dad said. “OK. Thanks” In those days, before mass holiday flights to Spain, the English seaside resorts were flourishing and there were regular coaches to the main resorts. Sue, Dave, Jenny and I went down to the local pick-up point in town for 9 o’clock on the Saturday morning with our parents. We found our coach, loaded our cases in the hold, said goodbye to our parents and climbed on board. We were so excited to be going on our first holiday without our parents and with our girlfriends and boyfriends. We found seats half way down the coach, Sue and Dave in the seats behind Jenny and I. She kissed me, saying “I can’t believe this!” “Neither can I. But I’m going to love every second with you” I replied, kissing her back. The coach journey took 4 hours, including a stop for lunch. Jenny saw the sea first. “Look!” she exclaimed, pointing excitedly. We soon arrived at the coach station, retrieved our cases and set off following the instructions to get to the guest house. We all had quite small suitcases, except Jenny who was struggling to carry her’s. Dave and Sue teased Jenny about bringing too much stuff, but I took pity on her and offered to carry it for her. She agreed and said she would carry mine instead. “Your’s is so light, it must be half empty” Jenny said, surprised. “7 t-shirts, 7 pairs of underpants, 7 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of shorts and one pair of long trousers. Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo and deodorant. What more do I need?” I asked. “Pyjamas, swimmers and a swimming towel” Jenny replied. “Shit! I forgot those!” I exclaimed. “Did you forget the condoms too?” Dave asked, jokingly. “No” I replied, laughing. “You won’t be needing any of those!” Jenny said, sternly. It only took ten minutes before Dave was ringing the bell of the guest house. An elderly couple introduced themselves as Bill and Maggie. We introduced ourselves and were shown the small guest lounge/diner at the front of the house and our bedrooms upstairs. Dave and I were relieved to find that our bedroom had two single beds and the girls were happy to share a large double. Maggie explained that behind the lounge was the kitchen which we were welcome to use for any drinks and snacks we wanted. Behind that was an added-on sun lounge which Bill and Maggie used as their lounge. Maggie explained that when they had guests, they slept in the caravan which was parked at the side of the house. Breakfast was at 9 and dinner at 6, every night except Tuesday which was their day off. Lunch was up to us to either eat out or prepare ourselves. “We have our own toilet and shower, so we won’t be disturbing you upstairs” Maggie explained. “It’s really cosy!” Jenny exclaimed. “Thank you for having us” Dave said. “I have to admit I was a bit worried when your Mum asked” Maggie said to Sue, “but your parents promised you’d be no trouble and now I’ve met you I’m sure they’re right. You should have a fun holiday as the weather forecast is showing over 80 degrees and sunny all week!” She left us to unpack. “Can we go to see the beach first!’ Jenny said, feeling like a little kid. We all laughed but quickly agreed. The guest house was at the quieter, far north end of the town only a short distance from the beach. We were soon on the promenade, looking out over the sea. I put my arm around Jenny. “I still can’t believe this!” We moved a little way away from the others. Jenny turned to me and gave me a very passionate kiss. “Can you believe it now? I love you so much!” “I love you so much too.” I answered and kissed her back. In a very good imitation of the TV police character Dixon of Dock Green, Dave said “Ahem! Would you two young lovers stop fornicating in the middle of the promenade?” “Sorry officer!” Jenny replied. “We’ll just fornicate in private!” We all laughed and went back to the guest house to unpack. As I was unpacking, the brown paper bag fell out, scattering the condom packets over the floor. Dave exclaimed “Shit! You weren’t kidding! I thought I was being optimistic getting Glen to get me two packs from their hairdressers” “Dad gave them to me, just in case, but I don’t think Jenny is ready yet” I replied. “Well, I think Sue is, so I would appreciate your help distracting Jenny” “Oh. I intend to!” I replied, grinning. When I went to get a shower, the bathroom door was locked. Both girls were obviously in there, having beaten us to it. “Are you two going to be long?” I shouted. “It might be quicker if you scrubbed my back” Sue replied. “Open the door then!” I asked. “In your dreams!” Jenny replied, laughing. She was right, I did dream of soaping both of them naked that night. After we had all showered and changed, we met up in the lounge. “How’s your bed?” Dave asked the girls. “Wouldn’t you like to know!” Sue replied, with a grin. “Mine’s quite narrow” I said. “Pity, there’s only room for one then!” Jenny teased. Maggie came into the lounge. “I normally offer guests a sherry before dinner, but I’m not sure if I should as you are a bit young.” “That would be nice” Sue said. “We often have a sherry before dinner at the weekends.” “Your parents said you could have a beer or cider with dinner, but that will cost extra” Maggie said. “No problem” Dave replied. After Maggie poured us each a small sherry and went back into the kitchen, I said “Dave, I thought Methodists were supposed to be tee-total.” “Not our lot!” Dave replied. “James, the organist, often takes the older teens for a pint at the Crow’s Nest after the service.” Dinner was home-made steak and kidney pie with chips and peas, washed down by a glass of beer, or in the girl’s case, cider. We sat around talking for a bit afterwards but decided to get an early night as we were all tired after the journey. We all went upstairs together and exchanged goodnight kisses on the landing, before we went into our bedrooms. Chapter 3: Sunday On Sunday morning we dressed in shorts and t-shirts. Dave had swimmers underneath, ready for the beach, but, of course, I had forgotten mine. We met the girls at breakfast, similarly attired and ate a full English breakfast with fried eggs, bacon, sausage, baked beans, black pudding and toast. After relaxing with another cup of tea, we thanked Maggie for an excellent breakfast and went up to our rooms to get towels, ready for the beach. I ran up into the to the town and bought short pyjamas, a beach towel and swimmers. These were of the ‘Speedo’ type which was the fashion at that time, unfortunately highlighting every erection to whoever might be looking. I also bought a beach ball. I was soon back at the guest house and we all wandered down through the sand dunes. We found a nice little hollow in the dunes just before the beach proper started. As we were a little way from the town centre, the beach was quiet and we stripped to our swimmers. The girls were wearing standard one-piece swimming costumes, Sue’s in blue and Jenny’s in black, showing off her lovely curves. I was mesmerised. “Close your mouth, Jeff, you might catch flies!” Sue said, grinning. I realised I had been caught staring. “Sorry girls, but you both look amazing!” My erection was starting to become a problem so I asked “Who’s for a swim?” Everyone agreed and we were all soon running down the beach and into the cold water, holding hands. The girls were screaming and laughing. We swam around for a while and I found myself surfacing in front of Jenny, a little way away from the others, standing up to our waists in the water. We smiled at each other and kissed. The kisses became more passionate and she slid her tongue between my lips. I sucked on it as she held my head closer, my hands sliding down to grasp her bum cheeks and pull her into my erection. She broke the kiss but held onto me. “Wow! What’s that big thing pushing into my tummy?” she asked with a smile. “Something which desperately wants to get inside your tummy” I replied. “Tell him he’s going to have to wait a long time!” Jenny laughed. So, she was not ruling it out completely, I realised. After another long kiss, Jenny said “Dave told Sue that you really had brought 12 condoms. I hope you weren’t expecting to use any of them with me.” “Dave should keep his big mouth shut!” I replied. “My Dad gave them to me and insisted I should bring them, just in case, rather than get you pregnant if we got carried away. They fell out when I was unpacking and Dave saw them.” “Does your Mum know? Because if she does, I bet she tells my Mum and I would never be allowed to be alone with you ever again” Jenny said. “No. He asked me not to tell Mum, as if I would!” I explained. “I really like your dad. That’s very thoughtful of him” Jenny replied, “even though we won’t need them.” We swam over to the others, then got out of the water and walked back to get our towels to dry off. “Why don’t we play football for a bit to dry off, then we can still use the dry towels to sit on after?” Sue suggested. We all agreed and Dave put two piles of clothes on the sand to mark the goal. We took it in turn to be goalie and when one of us scored, they swapped places with the goalie. The girls were surprisingly good, especially as soccer was considered a boy’s game in those days. Girls usually played hockey. When we were dry and had enough of soccer, we went to sit on the towels. The other three took out their sun lotion and started to apply it. “I suppose you forgot to bring sun lotion too” Jenny laughed. “You can use mine when you’ve done my back.” She flipped her shoulder straps off and lay on her front, exposing her back, with a big scoop right down to the top of her cute bum. I started with her neck and shoulders, applying the lotion and massaging it in. “That feels nice!” she said, dreamily. I carried on down her back, my fingers ‘accidentally’ slipping under her costume quite frequently. When my hand slid down to her bum cheek, she gasped. “You don’t need to do the bits that are covered up!” Sue heard and giggled as Dave was doing the same. Then I got to the interesting bits, her legs. I did her calves and the back of her knees first, then spread some lotion on one of her thighs and started massaging it in. When I got to the top, she sighed and her legs parted a little, just enough for me to be able to massage her inner thigh, right up to her pussy. She gasped. I then did the same to her other leg. When I had finished, she turned over, forgetting that she had slipped her shoulder straps down her arms. The unsupported front of her costume slid down, revealing her beautiful, naked breasts and pointy nipples to the world. I gasped and Dave exclaimed “Wow! Nice tits!”, before Jenny was able to pull her straps up, blushing. Jenny decided to get her own back and insisted on applying sun lotion to my front as well as my back. When she got to my chest, my nipples got hard and I was surprised that it made my cock spring into life, bulging uncomfortably against my swimmers. “Wow!” Jenny exclaimed. “Your nipples must send signals down to your thing, just like mine do!” Sue tried the same thing on Dave and noticed his cock become erect too. “You’re right Jenny! Dave’s do too!” When Jenny did my thighs, she rubbed right up to my cock and I came in my swimmers, totally embarrassed. “Wow! Did I do that? I didn’t even touch it!” Jenny exclaimed. I had to run into the sea to hide my embarrassment. Jenny followed me. “I’m sorry Jeff, I didn’t mean to embarrass you!” she said. “I should have stopped you, but your hands felt so good and it was too late when I passed the point of no return” I replied. She came up to kiss me. “I thought it was exciting! Can I do it some other time without your swimmers on. I want to watch!” “OK, but not in public!” I replied. Once I had washed myself in the sea, we ran along the beach to dry off and noticed Dave and Sue rushing into the sea too. Once we were all dry, we got some hot dogs for lunch from the nearby van and went back to our spot in the dunes to eat them. We spent the afternoon swimming and playing around with the ball, then walked back to the guest house to shower and change for dinner. After dinner, we walked into the town to see what there was of interest. It only took 15 minutes from the guest house and the first thing we came across was the funfair. We had a quick look around and there were some really exciting rides, but we decided to leave these until another day and explore the rest of the town first. There were a number of pubs which were crowded and noisy, so we decided to give them a miss, even if they would let us in, being a year underage. We found a dancehall which had a teen night on Wednesdays and a cinema showing the Cliff Richard film ‘Summer Holiday’ which was released the previous year. Dave and I had not seen it as we were not really Cliff Richard fans, but the girls wanted to see it again. Last, we found a small jazz club, in a basement. Most of the people we could see from the entrance looked to be university students and the doorman invited us to go inside, despite the fact that there was obviously alcohol being served. “Thanks, but we need to get back” I replied. “Are you open all week?” “Yes” he replied, “but we have a live band on Friday nights and they’re really good.” “That would be a great last night of our holiday” Sue said. “Come before 8 and I’ll get you in for free” he offered. We thanked him and said we probably would. None of us had taken much interest in jazz before, but we liked the music we heard and decided to take him up on the offer and return on Friday. When we got back to the guest house, the girls beat us to the bathroom, yet again and came out wearing very sexy short nighties. The material was so thin, you could make out that they were only wearing very skimpy knickers underneath and their nipples were clearly showing. Dave and I had been waiting outside the bathroom door and we just stood there gaping. “I guess they like our nighties!” Sue said to Jenny, with a grin. Jenny blushed and giggled, sticking her bum out towards me as she went into their bedroom. Sue did the same. “Nice bums!” I exclaimed, “but don’t we get a goodnight kiss?” “You can come for good night kisses when you’ve brushed your teeth” Sue replied. Dave was nearest the bathroom door and he beat me inside, but he let me in too. We both brushed our teeth as quickly as possible, then went to put our pyjamas on. I tapped on their bedroom door and Jenny shouted “Come in!” I opened the door and we walked in to see two pretty, grinning girls sitting up in bed with the covers around their waists. The light was out but the moon was shining in through the window. “You both look beautiful!” I exclaimed as Jenny folded the corner of the cover over and tapped the bed next to her, indicating I should get in beside her. Dave got in next to Sue on the other side. “OK. The rule is no hands under the covers or under clothing” Sue said. “Spoilsport!” Dave replied, smiling. We kissed our girls and were soon tongue fencing. Sue had made no rules about what we could do outside clothing, so I was soon fondling Jenny’s tits through the thin material of her nightie and playing with her hard nipples. She moaned and her kisses became even more passionate. Our writhing about had caused the covers to slide down and I was moving her nightie up as I fondled her breasts, so that her knickers were showing. Deciding they were no longer under the covers and therefore outside Sue’s rule, I slid my hand down over Jenny’s knickers and cupped her sex. She gasped and pulled the covers up to cover herself. She giggled and said “Sorry, not in public” and I reluctantly withdrew my hand. I smiled back and kissed her, thinking that she had just given me permission to play with her in private. Trouble was, I could not think when I might be able to get her alone. After half an hour, Sue announced that it was time to sleep. I slid down the bed to lie next to Jenny. She laughed “Nice try” as she pushed me out. Chapter 4: Monday On Monday, we again had fun on the beach and swimming. Jenny and I also took a walk, holding hands, further up the beach and away from the town. There were hardly any people there. “Sue asked me what I thought about saying goodnight in separate bedrooms” Jenny said. “What did you tell her?” I asked. “That I’d think about it” she answered. “What have you thought?” I asked. “I’d like to spend some time cuddling with you alone, but I’m a bit scared of us being together in your pyjamas and my nightie” Jenny replied. “It’s so sexy!” “I’ve already promised I would always stop when you ask me to and I always have, but it’s OK if you’re not sure.” “I think I’ll say yes” Jenny said, after a few minutes. “We are going to find it difficult to be so close to each other when we get home and I don’t want to miss the chance we have this week.” “I’m really looking forward to a sexy half-hour with you” I replied, smiling. We walked back to join the others and had our usual lunch. Afterwards, we swam, played ball and had fun applying sun lotion again. After dinner, we got ready to go to the funfair. Dave and I were in shorts and t-shirts as it was still quite warm. The girls wore miniskirts and blouses. The first thing Dave and I wanted to try was the rifle range. Jenny pleaded with me to win a fluffy teddy bear for her. I paid for the first five pellets for the air rifle and loaded the first. Before moving to Yorkshire, I had my own air rifle and had been in the army cadets so I was pretty confident. There were five targets, looking vaguely like people standing up. I aimed for the centre target and was not surprised when the pellet missed by a couple of inches above and to the left of the target. Dad had warned me before that the fairground gun barrels were often deliberately bent to reduce the number of hits. I reloaded and, compensating for the bent barrel, hit the centre target. I hit the left two next but only had one pellet left and two targets to get. I tried to hit one target right on the edge, hoping that the pellet would bounce off and hit the other target. It did not work and left one standing. I paid for another five pellets and knocked all of the targets down easily. Dave and the girls cheered but the attendant was not so pleased. He still passed over the teddy bear to Jenny. We went over to the dodgems next and the girls insisted on driving. They seemed to think that it should have been called crash-ems rather than dodge-ems. Despite chauvinistic comments from us two boys about their driving and the attendant trying to get the girls to go around in roughly the right direction, we all finished up laughing, the girls in fits. Next we tried the Waltzers. We all sat in one car, pulled down the safety bar and got whirled around, up and down for the next ten minutes. The girls especially were loving it and insisted on another go. After that I suggested the Big Wheel, thinking we could get a snog when we were up at the top. After that we went on the Ghost Ride which was even better for snogging. Finally, we went on the Wave Swinger which was like a carousel with chairs attached to cables, allowing them to swing out and up. Soon after it started, we were going around at high speed way above the ground. The girls loved it but both Dave and I were a bit queasy, much to the girl’s amusement. We then decided to call it a night and headed back to the guest house. After changing into PJ’s and brushing our teeth, Dave and I went back to our bedroom next door. We were just getting organised when Sue came in, without knocking. “Your lover is waiting for your goodnight kisses, Jeff!” she announced. “Half an hour and I’ll be back to rescue her from your randy clutches and save her innocence.” “Who’s going to save yours?” I asked, with a grin, rushing to the other bedroom. Jenny was waiting for me, sitting in the middle of the bed, looking very sweet, with the covers around her waist, grinning. I got into the bed next to her. “OK. What are tonight’s rules?” I asked. She giggled. “Just stop when I say so, OK?” “I always will, even if you get me so excited I have to go straight to the bathroom after to toss off” I replied. “Assuming I make it that far!” “If we get to the point you have to, I’ll probably need to as well, it’s just slightly less messy!” Jenny replied, grinning. We fell into each other’s arms laughing. “It’s so easy being with you Jeff. I can say what I think, even if it’s naughty and just be myself” Jenny said, cuddling up. “I know! I can even talk to you about things we are supposed to be embarrassed about, without getting embarrassed!” I replied. “Can I take your nightie off?” “Yes, if you take your top off too” Jenny replied. I took both off and soon we were lying on the bed, facing each other in a tight embrace, my chest squashing her lovely tits. “This is so nice, I wish we could spend the whole night like this and I could wake up with you in the morning” Jenny said dreamily, to my surprise. “Let’s ask Sue and Dave if they’ll swap!” I said. “We could never tell anyone” she said, obviously thinking about it. “You know I never would” I promised. “We’ll ask them tomorrow” Jenny said. “Now stop talking and kiss me!” I kissed her and held her close, my hands sliding down under her knickers to grasp her firm bum cheeks. I pulled her close into my erection and the kisses seemed to last forever. We were rudely interrupted all too soon, when Sue opened the door. “OK. Knickers and pants back on. Time for sleep!” “You could knock!” Jenny said, putting her nightie back on. “Then I might miss seeing you both at it!” Sue laughed. “Sue, would you like to sleep with Dave all night tomorrow night?” I asked, tentatively. “Well, I can trust him, but I’m not sure about myself” Sue replied. “We just thought it would be so nice waking up in each other’s arms” Jenny said. “That would be nice” mused Sue. “OK. You’ve convinced me!” Jenny and I smiled at each other and I gave her a quick kiss before going back to my bedroom where Dave was already fast asleep and snoring loudly. Now I realised why Sue was hesitant about spending the night with him.

True Brit by SZENSEI Copyright© 2023 by SZENSEI Episode 1: OH, BROTHER! “Come on in guys. My parents aren’t home right now so the crib is all ours. Mom’s never home she’s a model and dad is always out running around. He’s laid off so he’s slumming it. We can hang out for a couple of hours at least.” coaxed Lancelot Foxx. Not really his first name but he liked bluffing people into believing him. Chivalry was definitely dead in his eyes. Lance Foxx and his family had moved back to the great state of Florida last spring. Eleven years away having transitioned in their youth to upstate Vermont. Florida was where their parents were born and raised so coming home was the right thing to do. The aging grandparents choosing the wilds of the Northeast and taking a risk on a lucrative business deal back in the 90’s left Keith behind with their own children, Keith’s parents, until that fateful day. The choice move from Florida to Vermont when Lance and his twin sister Britney were five was unfortunate, their great grandparents taking ill up in New England encouraged their folks into an impromptu relocation. Their father’s grandparents were well to do vineyard farmers but inevitably couldn’t care for their crops as they used to, thus a hopeful inheritance spoke. Keith Foxx being the good son, only son, took it upon himself to rescue his grandparents. Wife Rita at the time was dedicated to him and went along. The more things change they say! Both grandparents passing on gave him the grapes but also left Keith saddled with unpaid loans and bills. Parents deceased and far too much debt Keith gave up and sold the vineyard cheap, paid what he could and ditched the vines. Besides that, Rita was missing Florida and the sunshine, the beaches, the hot guys. Yes, Rita was unfaithful as her kids grew older. To save their marriage Keith caved and inevitably agreed to return to the Sunshine State and resume their old haunts. To be honest Keith missed Florida too. His parents prided him on trying to save the vineyard but didn’t give him hades for giving up. What his parents should have done, Keith did for them, so what could they truly say. So, yes, back to Spring Leak, Florida. Spring Lake! Inside joke! Swampy area but not as deep South as the Everglades. Not terribly far from Tallahassee but caught in between. Sadly, as soon as they settled into a cheap home Rita was gone more often than not. Excuses made, truth told, Keith let her do what she wanted, and he pretty much raised the kids. At least they were old enough to help fend for themselves. For the children their transition was awkward to say the least after so many years away. Lance himself had difficulty making new friends. At age five before the move, he barely had any back in the day, a babysitter’s son at best. Seventeen when returning to Florida, now at eighteen for only a week and a bit of a rogue socially, the struggles left him hanging out with the outsider crowd. Not that he complained. After a rough year here, he recently managed to befriend fellow skateboarders Evan Daniels and Trent Styles. Even they had avoided him up until a few weeks ago under pressure of bossy jocks. Both young men his own age and stunted in height followed their school in alienating Lance for his shitty attitude and conniving persona. Each of them had yet to escape 5’5 status. Lance and his sister at least hit 5’6! So there! Sad when their dad was 6’2 and mother 5’7! “Nice crib, Foxx.” Trenton Styles, but Styles was all that he cared to go by nodded while checking out photographs on the wall. Evan Daniels joined Styles in observing family portraits zeroing in on the one thing they knew better than Lance himself. Time to play dumb! “Hey, Bro?” Styles perked up, “Who’s the hot chick?” As if he didn’t know! “I think I’ve seen her around school.” Evan added, hiding a devilish smirk. Both boys were well aware the hot girl existed. Unlike Lance she was quickly popular around school, but being the nerdy outsiders they were, the boys couldn’t get close to her even if they wanted to. Lance was their secret way in. “That’s my twin sister Britney. A senior and eighteen last week like me. Even I think she’s fine. You two buttholes have to know about her, every guy at school is hitting on Brit.” “Set us up, Dude.” Styles joked with a hint of seriousness. Rubbing his chin, ever the schemer, Lance cocked a brow, “What’s in it for me?” Evan shrugged not knowing how to respond, “Eternal friendship?” “Yea, no. It has to be worth my effort.” Styles pondered his own way in, “You can date my sister.” He didn’t have one! Dumbass! Evan chuckled, “You can date my mom. She’s a MILF!” “I hear a shower. That’s Brit, she stayed home from school today. Hooky!” “She’s in my third period class I think.” Styles pondered aloud, “Algebra.” “Maybe! I don’t keep up with that shit. Stop acting like you don’t know her. Bitch that hot turns heads. Get’s those heads hard even. Hell, I get a stiffy around her.” Lance admired a photo of his sister from a past prom up in Vermont. Her long brown hair silky smooth and flowing over her tanned shoulders. Big blue eyes that cried seduction shot right through anyone viewing her picture. A bulging cleavage that her dress barely contained looked ready to topple free. Squinting, Styles thought he spotted nip slip. Guess not! Dammit! Evan on his toes lifted up to look over Lance’s shoulder at that same pic, “Dang. Those tits must be double D’s.” “38D! Trust me, I snoop.” Lance chuckled with a sly grin. “Her G-string collection is off the charts.” “I’ll buy a pair!” Styles jumped at the possibility. “You wouldn’t look good in them.” Lance chuckled, “Besides, you couldn’t afford a pair.” “Have you seen her naked?” Styles enthusiastically asked. “Hell, yeah! She even knows I did and let me watch. Busted her like three times now. Brit never locks her bedroom door. The last time I caught her masturbating she was having phone sex with the prom date in that picture. Sixteen at the time, that was just before we moved back from Vermont. It was awesome! She’s a screamer. Knuckles deep, Bro!” They boys were in awe of his report. Not quite true, he had witnessed something shortly after their birthday, but Lance actually kept his mouth shut on that one. Brilliance struck Lance as he posed an index finger in the air then motioned for the boys to wait for him as he proceeded to head down the hall toward the bathroom. At the restroom door he listened to hear his sister humming as she showered. Hesitantly, he tested the doorknob and found it unlocked. “Bitch still doesn’t lock a door!” Easing it open he peered inside to see Britney through a foggy set of glass shower doors. Her body was perfect, lengthy legs even for her 5’6 stature. Firm belly, solid hips, and tight ass. It was difficult even for Lance not to want to whistle. Carefully shutting the door, he returned to his buddies waiting out in the hallway. “Ten bucks each and I’ll let you see her in the shower. Gotta hurry, she’s washing her hair.” Both boys looked at each other as if in shock then began digging through their wallets and pockets. Barely coughing up the amounts, they handed over the cash. Lance then headed back down the hall and motioned them to follow. At the door he listened again to make certain that her status had not changed. Convinced it was safe he opened the door and looked carefully inside at the same basic stance she had been in earlier. She was tilting her conditioner bottle now. Guiding the boys to the door to peer in they nearly fell over at her nudity, even at how much the fogged-up glass offered. They were speechless and each hogging space for a better look. Watching her apply the conditioner and turn her back to them they saw her curvy bottom touch the glass on the door pressing into it lightly. On silent mode Lance snuck in behind his sister and made it look as if he were spanking her ass. Light palm prints patting the glass without her ever knowing. The boys wanted to do that too, so Lance took the risk and let them enter one by one to do the very same. Friends forever after that. Lance went so far as to take a cell pic to bribe the boys out of more money later. Finally, Lance forced them out of the way and closed the door. Hurrying back to the living room they sat down and marveled over what they had seen. Lance sharing that photo added, “I think I’ll have this turned into a real pic and put it up there with her prom photo. I wonder how long it would be before she would even notice it.” Laughter was contagious. “Damn dude!” Evan laughed. “That was awesome! What does twenty bucks get?” “Copy of this pic!” Lance chuckled then sighed over it. Time to switch tactics! “I don’t want your money guys. This was just a teaser.” He handed their money back. A bargaining chip for another time he strategized. “Wow! Dude, you’re cool as hell.” Styles nodded. “I know. Besides, I know how to sucker Brit. She’s extremely naïve. Might be I can sucker her into teasing you guys. If I do though, you can’t let on that I set her up.” Evan smirked formulating his own plan, “I dare you to get her to come out here in a towel.” “Dare, huh.” He chuckled, “Buy me lunch tomorrow.” “He’s got lunch. I’ll buy the breakfast burritos the day after if you pull it off.” Styles added. “Her towel that is. Off of her body!” “Deal! Wait until she heads for her room.” Informing them to show some patience Lance activated his Xbox and quietly played “Grand Theft Auto”, while they waited. Ten minutes into their game they heard the bathroom door open up. Lance sat back with his controller and paused the game to effectively get his sisters attention. “Hey, Brit? Come here a second. It’s urgent.” After a brief hesitation his darling sister shuffled down the hall toward the living room. The boys had dominated the sofa, each settling in on one arm of the couch, but out of her immediate sight. “What’s wrong?” She pleasantly asked as she dried her hair with a smaller towel. Covering her lithe body was a broader towel that barely concealed her bulging chest, while also mischievously riding extremely high on her thighs. With her arms lifted to dab at her hair the body towel dared to show off her pussy in thin favors. “Dad called. He said he was going out to the VFW, and we had to feed ourselves. He said you had cash for a pizza.” Reaching the threshold of the living room Britney Marie Foxx entered without worry, still obstructed at first from her admirers. Once she realized they were there she froze in her step and gently dropped her jaw. No hurry to escape however she maintained her drying and even stepped out further so that the boys could see her better. Naive? Maybe it was her brother who was clueless! “I didn’t realize you had visitors. Awkward!” Not enough to cut and run! Evan spoke up fast, “No problem! We both have sisters.” NOT! “Seen it all. I’m Evan. This is Styles.” She bit her lower lip playing it as nervous and slightly covered her chest with the handheld towel before shaking her wet mane like a pooch. While neither boy was truthfully her type, Brit did like showing off a bit as long as she found it fun. Obviously, virgins, their eyes weren’t even blinking. “Hi.” She smiled then drolly scowled at Lance, “You could have warned me.” “Guess so! Not, sorry!” He never was! “Wanna play GTA with us?” Looking to her left she eyed the video game paused on the big screen TV. She loved playing video games. Gnashing her teeth she exhaled loudly, “Sounds fun. Let me get dressed really quick.” Examining both boys, she caught them looking at her with pitiful gazes of disappointment. “Virgins, I swear!” Her thoughts on the matter, “This could be hilarious though.” Rolling her eyes, she smiled at them. “Okay! I can dress later. I’m covered, right?” Dumb brunettes! Them, not her! She marched straight for the entertainment center to locate a pink controller on a charging dock which rested on the lowest shelf. This required her to bend over to obtain it. In doing so her bare ass popped into view for the boys to catch a glimpse of her pussy lips and shadowy butt pucker. It was ever so brief. “Take that you geeky virgins!” Evil cunt! She and Lance were twins, both never fell far from the grapevine. Oranges now! Their eyes popped out of their heads as she grinned sheepishly out of their field of witness. Standing up Brit twirled on the ball of her foot to face them. She then acted as if her towel was coming loose squealing faintly. Catching it meant dropping the smaller towel to her feet. Bracing the larger towel, she acted as if holding the controller made things near impossible. She chose to prop the controller beneath her chin while holding the towel against her cleavage. Once feigning adjustment, she scurried to the couch. Dropping into the cushion between the two lads she found the hemline of her towel over her lap to be riding even with her bikini area. Ignoring it she let the guys slyly capture shots of her clitoral hood and peach fuzz. Slick bitch! They had trouble keeping their eyes off of her toned legs and that soft shell taco. Stretching her legs out a tad she wiggled her toes. “I need to paint my nails.” The boys volunteered which made her wrinkle her nose at them. “Get me in, Baby Brother.” Lance took a few minutes to set up dual players and got her started. As the minutes passed the two of them raced a gauntlet of intersections filled with chaos. By all of eight minutes he grumbled and mentally bragged over how good he was at the game. Otherwise, their vocal silence was deafening. Music in the background was loud enough as it was. Styles and Evan were sweating bullets while saliva drooled from the corners of their lips. Here Kitty Kitty! “I’m beating you, Lance.” She giggled. “Not going to happen.” He claimed while having difficulty not looking over at his sister’s inner thighs. In her competitive actions her legs were dividing, dancing in her seat and even acting as if her feet were pressing an accelerator. The boys were getting some pretty good pussy shots, definitely a thin strip of brown pubic hair rising up from a tight little clit. For them a first outside of a porno. Neither boy had ever once had a girlfriend. “Bet I do.” “Bet you don’t.” “How much do you want to bet?” She coughed laughing and dodging curbs on screen. “No cash until I steal that pizza money dad gave you. Can’t bet what I don’t have.” “Let’s make this interesting.” She paused the game. The boys took immediate interest in her wager quest. Sitting up straight then propping one leg under her she stretched her arms up over her head, holding her pink controller behind her wet hair. In thought, she took time to look between the two boys for assistance. “Should I humiliate him?” Grinning at her evil glint they both feverishly nodded, trying hard not to laugh. “Traitors.” Lance joked. He knew his sister was as crazy as he was even if she sometimes played naive. This time Brit felt confident, “If I win you have to run around the outside of our house in your underwear.” “Yea, right! Okay, I’ll bite. If I win you have to dance naked for my friends here.” Her eyes bulged out at his challenge which made her freeze for all of three seconds before darting glances between the two. “Ummm!” She fidgeted before locking her eyes back on Lance, “Length of one song.” “Nope! Three songs. And you have to really get into it.” “Three? That’s like ten minutes.” More like twelve minutes! The guys mumbled and called her chicken. OH, HELL NO! “I am SO NOT chicken. As a matter of fact, if I lose, I’ll give you both naked lap dances. But if I win not only does Lance run around the house, he has to give you two lap dances.” She then laughed hysterically slapping her right leg which fluttered her towel higher on her bare hip. Styles and Evan grimaced over the thought of Lance dancing and held their hands up in retaliation. Before they could vocalize their opinion, she beat them to a response, “Now who’s chicken?” She offered a guilt devising expression. Lance rolled his eyes, knowing well that he was going to win. Nine times out of ten he always beat her. “Do we have a deal?” “Let’s race bitch.” She shivered with excitement and dropped her imprisoned leg back down to the carpet. Towel looser than ever, she didn’t care as it sagged over her swollen breasts. Game activated again, her hands kept so erratic that her towel crept down to her areolas, the boys sitting forward to garner looks at them. Ignoring their staring Brit forged on with whiplash moves that ended with her chest totally exposed and jiggling, nipples so hard they could burst. The challenge endured for nine long breathless minutes before Lance defeated his sister. Leaping up triumphantly he jumped around like a fool. After a moment of index pointing egotism, he saw her covering her chest and faking a blush toward her drooling neighbors. “Dance!” She sat silent and expressionless for a full minute then lowered her gaze as if defeated. “Wow! That totally sucked. I thought I had you.” “Whatever! You don’t even have a driver’s license.” Lance located a set of prerecorded songs from the game archives and started one from the band Five Finger Death Punch. The song was called Under and Over It. Britney blushed as if embarrassed over falling for the bet. The thing was she intended to lose anyway. Horny since using the showerhead before the boys got home, she found her desires amplified. Her toy hiding out in her bedroom waiting seemed less desirable now that she knew there were boys to tease. This was much more fun to watch them drool and get hard. Shaking her head as if defeated the brunette beauty forced herself to stand up, leave her controller on the sofa and move out in front of them. Feeling sly she proposed a thought that she knew wouldn’t go over but would look as if she wasn’t loving this. “You never said I had to dance in front of you Lance. Go to your room or I won’t do this for them. It’s too weird in front of my own brother.” “Nope! Seen you masturbate loads of times before. Dance, Bitch!” “Dang it, Lance.” She growled and began swiveling her hips, reaching her arms up over her head to toy with her damp strands of hair. The music became hypnotic as she closed her eyes. Before long she untied the towel as she turned away from them to hide her full-frontal pose. Using it as a shield pulled taunt at full rectangular length it shielded her. Sunlight through the picture window did offer a perfect silhouette of every curve. Lifting the towel higher Britney revealed her bare ass shaking her cheeks like a professional. Wolf calls and laughter joined Ivan Moody’s musical rants until the song ended. The boys wiped drool on their sleeves and gave Lance their approving nods of respect as another song jumped right in to replace the former. Stillborn by Black Label Society was a tad tamer so Brit altered her faster gyrations. Peering over her shoulder at the boys she smiled and licked her lips. Soon after she eyed Lance and stuck her tongue out at him before expelling, “I despise you.” “Whatever.” Lance laughed, “Shut the fuck up and dance.” Reciting lyrics he sang, “Waiting here so long, for you.” She sneered at his yearning of her. Lowering the towel back over her cheeks she unfolded the width to display her bare hips from the left profile. Closing out she taunted them with a view of her right hip and full leg. The boys sat forward as they stared at her with pure lust. Cloaking herself in a wrap she turned to face Evan and Styles and stepped within three feet of their knees. She then bent over in front of them and loosened her towel to give them a reasonable titty shot. Then both breasts were revealed, full cleavage dangling made the boys bulge their eyes. Standing up she shook her tits, spinning them about in a lively manner. “Like that?” She moved back in whispering from Evan’s ear then over to Styles for a second opinion. Nodding, both young men hoarsely confirmed a verbal “Yes!” as they stared straight at her dancing chest. In response she shook her tits even harder. Leaning closer she forced Evan to sit back so that she could crawl into his lap and straddle him, her towel hiding her cunt from her cute belly button down. Evan had an instant hard on as she wiggled in his lap. “Somebody has got a woody.” She giggled. Looking to her right she spotted Styles erection lifting his inseam. “Two for one!” Three if she had bothered to check out her brother’s. Trembling hands roamed her hips over the towel as she arched forward to press her chest directly into Evan’s face. In the process, she released her grip on the towel and decided to let the burden stay or fall of its own decision. Chuckling to himself Lance snuck in behind her and pinched the towel, ripping it out of her possession. “Stop hiding!” She looked back squealing at her loss but laughed regardless. Evan began kissing between her tits which felt kind of good. While Evan snuggled between her mounds, he inhaled her scent and sighed loudly even licked at her flesh. Britney Marie flared her eyes at his tender moment and palmed his scalp to hold his face there as she winked at Styles. Lured in by her playful response, Styles tossed her pink controller aside and moved to the middle of the sofa to caress her leg. “Fuck you’re hot!” “I know!” She sighed over Evan’s exhaust pelting her tummy. Challenging herself to proceed she began rolling her wet cunt along Evan’s crotch, feeling his erection smothered along her labia. Her writhing hips made Evan groan with a hormonal necessity to touch. With his groan came his hand moving down her spine until it reached her bare bottom. Sliding fingers beneath her cheeks he gripped them and helped in her seesaw effect, forcing Britney to squeal with a case of the giggles. Darting a glare at her brother Lance eying his friends pawing her up she shivered. “Your friends are getting brave. Shouldn’t you be defending my honor, Little Brother?” Casually stepping over to them, the boys looked up at him with a pitiful expression. Finally, Lance reached in and gripped his sister by her hair and tugging her head back. As she looked back into his eyes, he flipped her off. In drawing her body back Evan and Styles took the one shot they had and devoured her nipples. “Oh, my God! Lance!” “Shut up and keep dancing. Third song is up. I think you’re good for five or six more songs.” Rather than battle her way free she visually expressed toward her brother how good their mouths were performing in suckling those rigid nipples. Smirking at Brit she razzed him and spoke. “You’re right. I can handle a few more songs. As long as they behave.” Eyes rolled she knew that was not in the cards. Released of her brother’s grip, she sat up straight and coddled both boys’ scalps as they fed upon her. Hips grinding with a fierce rhythm she moaned for their pleasure as much as her own. Awestruck by now, all they could do was praise her. Every little bit yelped! HELPED! The show must go on. Britney Foxx loved playing dumb and used. She could have stopped anytime she wanted but why? It was too much fun feeling helpless. “Hey!” Styles chose to man up again and slithered his fingers low to pet her kitty and rub at her clit. “Did I say you could do that?” Styles stopped, drawing back and leaving Evan open to replace his hand in trying to do the very same thing as if a tag team move. Tilting her body back she palmed Evan’s kneecaps and decided to let him continue in her massage. The sensitivity made her facial expression switch off between shock and delight. Glances back at her brother found him looking smug and expectant. With the boys attentive toward her thighs, she mouthed the words, “So much fun.” He knew she would get into it. Brit loved guys in general, she just didn’t go out of her way to get laid. Not that she couldn’t. Every guy at school was trying to get her to go out with them. Adjusting to Florida again she chose to make her own rules. Teasing was as much fun as putting out. Case in point, here and now! “Okay! That felt good. You can keep doing that.” Brit closed her eyes, keeping her head tilted back to enjoy the rubdown. Leaving her clit to Evan as practice Styles rubbed her belly and thighs. Opting for a new view Trenton Styles left the sofa to move behind her, Lance stepping away to give him room. Risking it he kissed her shoulder, then her neck as it sloped over him. Holding her aloft, one hand moved forward and groped her chest, squeezing and tickling her nipple. Evan with his free hand joined in palming her other tit for further thrills. She trembled heavily over their joint efforts. Breaking away to fan herself she sat back up and stretched forward to smother Evan once again in her retrieved melons. Clit abandoned Evan gorged without delay. Styles feeling left out began rubbing her soft curvy heart shaped booty and discovered her anal cavity to which he playfully teased. This gave her goosebumps all over her body. Never in his life finding an asshole beautiful, on this girl there was an exception. Gathering confidence and bravado Trenton shoved his index finger up her pucker until he heard Brit squeal and his own a low volume affirmation of liking it. Glancing back at Lance with a grin, Styles saw her brother making hand motions to double up his fingers and shove them deeper. Shrugging he did, applying his middle and index to introduce the duo clear up to the knuckle. Brit went into theatrics and held Evan by the back of his head until he could barely breath. “Fuck that ass!” She yelped! Styles lost that bit of virginity at least. “She loves fingering her ass.” Lance prodded Styles then leaned down to make a secondary motion to use fingers up her vulva too. With her body thriving higher on Evan, it gave Styles a grand opening should he take it. Pointing out the vicinity to his friend, Styles dared the unknown. Locating her vulva amid her clam he pressured two more fingers up inside her. The result was sheer bliss, juices squirting all around his embedded digits. Amazed by her reaction he went to town on both holes. Cries of pleasure filtered the room as Lance clenched a fist and began taunting his sister. “Fuck that whore! Bets a bet, Bitch!” “This wasn’t part of that bet Lance.” She panted, “Not complaining, but it wasn’t!” “You just told my man Styles here to fuck that ass. You like it so just cum for these bastards.” “I’m not far off.” She laughed suddenly and found Evan trying to throw her off of him so that he could catch his breathe. Styles ignored his buddy’s plight digging his fingers deeper up inside both holes. In her throes of oncoming ecstasy Brit couldn’t find the strength to lift away from Evan’s face. Finally, Evan managed to tilt his head back enough to gasp. Brit’s face right in his he kissed her chin then strangely started sucking on it. The sensation brought her to climax. Screaming toward the ceiling Brit began convulsing, her cunt violently spilling juices all over Styles. For a minute he worried that she had peed on him. Backing away Trent fell onto his ass and sat there looking up at her drizzling tremors. Evan’s inseam was one humongous wet stain, the couch cushion not much better. “Fifth song is almost over. Switch laps.” Lance noted the guitar riff fading and stepped forward to grip his sister by her hair and literally drag her off of Evan. Her weight losing balance she ended up on the floor face up over Styles. Exhausted by her convulsing she lay flat atop the boy and just wiggled about. Evan looked at his soaked lap and busted up laughing. “I nearly suffocated, now drowned. So worth it!” Sitting up he peered down at Brit’s body and admired her gorgeous full-frontal display now that it was stretched out. Lance waving him down wagged his tongue and encouraged the boy to take further risks. Nodding Evan went for broke! Launching himself down to his knees between their four limbs he took in a deep breath then began licking her pussy. The juices still seeping free were salty, but he put the taste out of his mind. No way was he going to waste this chance at his first ever pussy. Assisting him Styles reached around her and began crushing both of her titties. Between the effectiveness of both boys Evan discovered a fondness for eating cunt. Licking her clit and prying her vulva he went back and forth between overly sensitive spots. Brit was lost in the overpowering that both boys were instilling upon her. As the sixth song started from Metallica, she realized the song playing was like twelve minutes in duration. Britney’s eyes widened at Lance standing above her looking down at with amusement. “This song’s really long. No fair.” As she growled under her breath to embrace Master of Puppets, an eight-minute song, Evan sat up and began rubbing her inner thighs. She observed his fingers toying in her thin strip of pubic hair. Finally, fingers graced her clit, rubbing it vigorously. The vivid friction made her crease her brow. “Shit! Don’t stop! Go faster!” “Finger that twat like Styles did.” Lance belted out crouching beside Evan. “Like this!” He reached across and sank fingers up inside his own sister’s weeping cunt making her resist a bit, but Styles prevented her from lashing out. A fast lesson Lance finger fucked his twin to give Evan the right idea. Pulling away Evan took over and even added a third finger. Her mouth went wide under the sudden power exchange. With her eyes rolling Lance chuckled to himself and dropped in to place his soaked fingers inside her mouth. Instantly, she sealed her lips around them and suckled her delectable flavor. Eyes opening, she realized that it was Lance and sneered. Biting his knuckles, he doubled up his fist in pain and pulled his hand free. He would never strike his sister but that was the closest he had ever come to wanting to. “You suck, Lance.” “That’s your job. Not mine.” Evan chuckled and slipped fingers up inside her anus like Styles had. She in turn started to lurch forward but found Styles holding her with his folded arms. After a few moments her nerves calmed and gave in to Evan’s mission. It did feel incredible. Double dipping both holes at a feverish pace he brought her to another severe climax. “See! My friends like you.” She blew hair from her eyes and sneered with a playful bitterness, “I still hate you. Just because it feels good, doesn’t give them the right to do it.” “Don’t make bets then. You know you never win. Besides, once they started you told them not to stop.” “Not true. I win bets, just not this time.” She suddenly whimpered as Evan’s fingers rotated within her cunt and found her G-spot. “Right there! Right there! Shit!” Focused on her, Evan miraculously managed to make her squirt. Her vision went dark in her ultimate surge. Knowing she needed a breather Lance stood tall and nudged her out of her blurred state using his toe. “Come on Sis.” He provided swagger, “I’ll tell you what. Let’s make another bet. If I lose you don’t have to finish the next song. We can stop after this one.” Megadeth had replaced Metallica with their hit No More Mister Nice Guy. Befitting her brother! Shivering she found her nipples stabbing ever higher. “What does the bet consist of?” “Evan there is fingering you. If you cum one more time before the end of the next song because of his fingers, then I win. If you hold out and the song ends you win.” “My hands are tired so you might have an edge.” Evan chuckled. Her eyes bulged. That could be a challenge. Three orgasms in a row, a fourth might take her longer. Although, she did know that her body was already acknowledging Evan’s fingers quite sensitively. The guy did have a point, surely his hands were numb from moving in and out so fast. Hmm! “What if I lose?” “Three more songs. You suck both of these guys dicks.” “What? How is that even fair?” “It’s not. Your call Chicken.” “Stop calling me that.” Brit hated being called anything near a failure. “I’ll jack them off if I lose.” “Nope! Suck their cocks.” Styles grumbled, “No way she can win that bet. She’s shaking like a leaf already. Two minutes tops and she’s showering the rug.” Evan pulled his fingers from her ring of raindrops and showed them as dripping wet. “Definitely! No way.” He flicked wet sprinkles over her belly and tits. “FINE! But if I hold out and win then you have to suck their dicks.” Lance scowled at the thought, “Not gay, sorry.” Evan returned to merely massage her clit lovingly with a thumb, making her thoughts even more confused. “Then, you have to jack off in front of them and they have to watch. No, wait! All of you have to jack off in front of each other.” “I can do that.” Lance mulled it over for a fast reply, countering it with, “You have to kneel under all three of us as we cum.” “Oh, my God! You’re my brother. By the way, keep your fingers out of me. Ewww!” Lance moved to the music selection and paused Megadeth. “I’m starting the song over. If you don’t cum before the end we stop and jack off, you just watch us from on your knees. If you do cum then you suck their dicks.” Brit quivered, chilled by the possibility of losing. Then she felt a burst of adrenaline and narrowed her gaze confidently. “I have a better bet.” “We’re listening.” Lance smirked, the guys staring wide-eyed. “If I fail before this song ends, I’ll fuck your friends.” Where did that come from? All three boys couldn’t even blink. Even Lance grew harder at the thought. Watching was fun but seeing her get laid would be incredible. Twisted fucker! She believed in herself enough in the moment. So confident even, that she grew smug. Bargaining chips tossed on the table Lance had to have the last word. Something he had thought about for a while now. Worth a shot! “Ante up Sis! If you lose, you not only fuck them, you become their sex slave for 24 hours each. 24 for Evan. 24 for Styles.” The boys swiftly looked at each other over her reclined body. They were excited by the chance. “Why don’t we make it 48 hours each, Bitch!” She grew egotistical and overconfident, “I’ll agree to 48 hours. If I win, then they become my slaves for 48 hours. Anything goes!” Evan and Styles gnashed their teeth at the escalation. That might be bad for them. Lance shook his head, “Same for you, if you lose. Anything goes!” “Agreed.” She laughed at him, “Also, if I win, you, Brother Dear, do whatever I tell you to for 48 hours.” “Whatever! Vice versa! You’re going to lose so get ready.” He then started the song over then stopped it just that fast. “I’ll even give you a different song that’s a minute longer. Because I know you’re going to fail.” Psyche! “Fuck that! Go shorter!” So easily manipulated! “Bad Man by Disturbed. Cuz we’re bad motherfuckers!” Lance laughed. “It’s not shorter but we’ll compromise. You have 18 seconds longer than the last track.” “Fair enough! Hit it!” She prepared herself emotionally. “You heard her Daniels! Hit it!” The song started once Evan eased into position for a good clear shot that gave him room to assault her with ambition. Lance even hurried to straddle his sister’s upper body and grab her ankles pulling them upward so that Evan had space to go crazy. “That only helps me!” She laughed and nestled back into Styles. Three fingers inserted Evan began digging deep and roughly, rocket fuel adrenalin sparking him into a vicious stampede within her. At first, she rolled her eyes at his efforts but then he found her G-spot all over again. Terrorizing it with high energy Evan peered at an angle to study her face and realized that this was his target center. He thrust his knuckles in repeatedly with torpedoed vengeance and rubbed her clit briskly at the same time. She began straining and whimpering. All three boys felt her body convulsing under their activity. A sloppy sound of withheld juices spat all around Evan’s digits. “Not going to make it Sis. Song is half over already. Look at you, all spitting up at Evan already.” She grimaced and pouted trying to remain calm, “Leave me alone.” “Just imagine how badly you want my bud’s here to fuck the holy hell out of you. It has to feel even better than this.” “Shut up Lance. I’m not losing.” “Maybe I should go get that huge ass dildo from your bedside stand. The one you hide from mom and dad. Not me though. I’ve seen you use it.” “WHAT?” Her eyes flared up, “You’ve seen me use it? I just bought that as a personal birthday present. GOD! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!” “Yep! Screamer! Even with the music up.” Bad enough she had let him watch her use her fingers, but the thought stabbed at her hormones over her lifelike dildo being so realistic, even in texture. He had watched her with the notion of a real dick going in and out. He must have liked seeing her. Gross! Interesting! Sick! Wow! “Seconds remaining!” Lance released her ankles and stood up. Bolting for her bedroom he brought back that dildo vibrator buzzing it to life to wiggle about. “Lance don’t! Please!” She cringed as Evan moved in and out of her like a straining mad man. Lance chuckled and touched the vibrating tip of it to her clit. The vibrator destroyed her senses. “You’re my brother. Stop!” “Seconds! Can she survive this guys? We are giving her the disadvantage here.” Both men grumble, “Hell, no!” “Lance! I FUCKING HATE YOU!” GUSHER! LET IT RAIN! LET IT RAIN! Song ending only the hum and her moans could be heard. “Damn! And here I tried to help you along by delaying things. I figured all of that might prevent you cumming until after Disturbed shut their yaps. Snooze you lose, Sis!” Tensing and without another warning she squirts a second vitality all over Evan’s hand in a ruptured dam. His eyes crossed at how much her raging river kept on spilling onto his wrist. “Holy shit!” Evan murmured. “We won, that was freaking awesome.” As the boys released her, she rolled off of Styles and onto her belly to rest on the floor between the boys. Lance stood up wagging the dildo zooming it around like an airplane until he found it boring. Shutting it off he crouched beside Britney and trailed the rubbery eight-inch beast along her spine and over her ass crack prompting a rash of trembling nerves. Brit had retreated into her own world having such an intense orgasm that the slightest touch made her spasm harder. “48 hours each. Including me.” Lance bragged. “You cheated.” She hid her smile beneath the length of hair dangling across both sides of her face. “You badgered me instead of letting me focus.” “Which should have been a bigger help than it was in your favor. You failed Wench! Never once did either of us say how it would be won. Styles? You get her this weekend. Evan the next! I’ll get mine in between those weeks in small doses.” “Get yours?” Britney perked up, rolling over to sit Indian style, “I am not fucking my own brother.” “ANYTHING GOES!” He pointed out smirking. “You agreed! They heard it.” Both boys nodded. She offered a look of hatred then an expression of dread, finally a smile which ended in a laugh. At a loss she stood up and gathered her towels before looking back at Evan and Styles. “See you in two days, Styles.” Styles reaching over grabbed her ankle stopping her. “Hey! Stop moping! I think you’re beautiful.” “I don’t feel beautiful.” She did! “I feel very used.” She was! “Hey! You made this bet.” Lance tossed her the dildo. “No reneging on it.” “I’m not. I’ll honor the bet. Even if I hate doing it.” Not! Trudging down the hall as if to cry her eyes out, she faded into her room while Lance knuckle bumped his friends. Door closed she sucked on the tip of her toy and danced in a circle. This was the most fun she had experienced thus far since moving back to Spring Lake. Let them think she was upset. So not the truth of the matter. Well, except for Lance! That part of the bet traumatized her. Crawling into her bed she covered herself up and lay there nibbling her lower lip. Forty-eight hours was a long time, it would have to be spread out over multiple weekends. “All Spring and Summer long!” Mmm! “Dude! That was insane.” Evan held his damp fingers out to his new best friend, resulting in a fist bump. Styles took to his feet and slapped Lance on the back, “What does anything goes entail?” “Whatever!” Lance shrugged, “You fuckers make the rules. She abides! Don’t let her off easy.” “You weren’t lying. She is naïve as hell.” Was she? Was she really? “Dumb blond in a brunette’s body.” Lance chuckled. Opening the front door Lance let his friends head on home. He had other things in mind. As soon as the door shut Lance headed down the hallway to Britney’s bedroom. Opening her door, he found her in a fetal position under her covers. Plopping on her bed at his own invitation he rubbed her leg over the sheet. “Cheer up! It’s only 48 hours.” “No, it’s 144 hours altogether.” Time for a pity party! “I’m such a loser.” “My friends think you’re hot.” “They are kind of cute, I guess. Nerdy but not far from hot. I did like teasing them.” “I knew you did. You were really getting into it.” “As if I had a choice. Lance you’re evil.” “That be me.” “I can’t have sex with you, Lance. Evan and Styles, yes, not you.” “No problem. Do everything else but fuck me, and I’ll be happy.” “What?” She decided to sit up facing him, her back to her headboard. Lance stood up and unbuckled his pants right before her eyes. Down came both his jeans and his briefs. Before her stood her brother with a rock hard eight-inch monster. He even grabbed her dildo and compared the size difference. He was actually a tad thicker in girth. Her eyes bulged at his comparison, knowing how full the toy made her as it was. Whoa! “Did I cause that?” “Hurts like a bitch too. I think you need to nurse it.” “No way.” She shook her head no and used one hand to wave him off, trying not to look at his feverish strokes. Greedy, he threw his body onto her bed to lie on his back, pumping his erection. “Jerk me off.” “Lance ... come on!” “That’s what I’m trying to do. Cum on you. 48 hours! YOU AGREED.” He belted as she hid her face behind a pillow and masked her smile. Two could be evil, Buddy! Britney Marie Foxx wanted this, all of it, but didn’t want even her brother to know the truth. Since buying that toy and knowing how 90% of the boys in school wanted to fuck her, she was evolving. These idiots would be her test subjects. Other guys on the side would feed her appetite even more. Time to play the long game! “I hate you.” “I know.”

The Tease bySvalbarding© My name is Karli Hanson, and I'm a tease. Now I know, I know, I'm the worst, how dare I blah blah blah. But hear me out, OK? Teasing men is a totally victimless crime. Really, where's the harm in bending at the waist, or rocking some short shorts, or going without a bra for a day? It's not as if it's my fault I was born with good genes and I take care of myself. Like, if I were some deuce-and-a-half lardo acting the exact same way, people would just look the other way and not judge me at all. Unfair double standard, that's what that is. Besides, it's not like most guys even mind. Hell, the more I tease a guy, the more of it he wants from me - if it was so bad, wouldn't he stop chasing it? Like when I showed up at my math tutor's house in a sports bra and spandex shorts because "I had to run straight here from cheerleading" - he was only too happy to offer me another session, pro bono. When I bent over my Econ teacher's desk and gave him a good eyeful of my barely legal tits while asking for his help on a question, he gave me a little wink and told me the question didn't really matter anyway. So who's really the victim here? So I get a little thrill out of giving a little thrill. There's worse things to get off on, right? Not like I robbed someone at gunpoint or poisoned the reservoir or something. It's a public service if you think about it. All over school - heck, all over town - there's guys happily whacking off every night while fantasizing about their chance encounter with Karli Hanson. And if I give my own imagination a little fodder for the rub club, then it's just win-win. OK, I'll admit that maybe lately I've been getting a bit wilder. Is that so bad? Shouldn't women be free to be sexual creatures? Hear me out - you'll see that it's still a pretty NBD kind of thing. I've been a tease ever since I sprouted, but I guess it's not been until this past summer that I really kicked it into gear. I'm about to be a senior after all, and I just get so bored, you know? I was making up two classes in summer school - ugh, snoozeville - and I found this kid in the grade behind me who was working ahead for advanced credit. Better yet, I think you could see his hard-on from outer frickin' space the day I wore my new cut-off jean shorts. Easy mark. Mind you, usually it's just some good ol' altruistic teasing, but once in a while I had to take care of my own needs, too. So one day, I go up to geek boy during our break and asked him if he'd be cool ditching class with me to go get high. O to the MG it was SO obvious he'd never done either of those things before. But I was having a combo hair-day/skin-day, and he was helpless. I dragged him to the girl's room and we just camped out on the couch passing a joint and shooting the shit. He told me his name was Mark, along a whole bunch of other things I didn't really care about. I just smiled, nodded, giggled when he tried to be funny, and pretended not to notice as his eyes devoured every uncovered square inch of glorious teenage meat on my bones. I think he could even tell I was playing him, honestly, but... sure enough, I didn't even have to say anything. He just asked me if he could tutor me. "Oh gosh, would you really?!" I exclaimed, batting my lashes and clasping my hands gratefully (while simultaneously mashing my tits together with my biceps). Chump. Better yet, he kept ditching class with me and brought his own weed! Not that I can't afford it, loaded as my family is, but Daddy is crazy paranoid about drugs and it's way better not to have to hide it from him. And you know what? Mark's stuff was the mother fucking bomb. Like, my brain just went to a whole 'nother plane, you know? I honestly worried he'd cut it with PCP or something, but he let me check it out and it looked clean. He said his cousin worked for a dispensary so he got this super premium shit on the DL. Really, it was a pretty fun routine we fell into. Show up to class, hang out for the first half of the day to score our attendance points, then jet for the second to get stoned off my ass while Mark ogled me. He was such a talker, too - I'd be off in La La Land and he'd just be yammering on at me the whole time. About Econ stuff, I guess, but I never remembered any of it. Still, I guess after a couple weeks I started feeling a little bad using him. I'm a tease, not a total cunt, right? I told him we should probably knock it off for a while (meaning forever, obvs) and he could save his stash for himself. Only by now, Mark had seen enough flashed panty and stupendous cleavage that he didn't want to let go. Ugh, the dweeb totally begged me to do one more party with him, and well, I guess I just felt like it'd be a good chance to say goodbye to that amazing cheeba of his while he said goodbye to my bod. So I told him, straight up. "Look Mark, I'm never gonna fuck you, OK? Don't think you can buy my pussy with weed. We do this, but this is just saying goodbye, right?" He nodded, but I could tell it stung. Still, better that than stringing him along right? I'm not a total cunt, after all. Besides, it was SO annoying having guys trail along behind you like a flock of baby ducklings. Eventually, you either have to feed the ducklings or step on their little faces to shut them up. But dude, did we ever say our farewells. He gave me a whole bowl to smoke, all by myself. I didn't figure I'd make it, but man, I just sort of blacked out for a while and came to with the thing gone. We'd been in that bathroom for like four hours. The school was totally silent, everybody gone home but us. "Hey, sorry about that," I said sleepily as I steadied myself. "It's cool, Karli. Strong stuff, right? Goes right to your head." That was the damn truth. I was still feeling pretty giddy. Like right then, Mark was totally just staring right at where my tits were bulging out of my tank top - usually I get peevish when I'm not even trying to invite attention, but this time... damn it all to hell if I didn't feel myself getting wet just from having his eyes on me. That was some fucking good weed. Then I looked down at my phone, just to make sure my mom wasn't wigging out about me not coming home or checking in. She'd texted, so I wrote back and told her I'd gotten caught up with a study group and was on my way home. The whole time, Mark just sat there next to me, looking right down my top. I held still for him - why not give the guy a thrill? The attention felt good, after all, and not like he hadn't earned at least a peek. Still, it was time to get going. "Thanks again for that, I said to Mark as we exited the bathroom. I was looking around carefully in case there was somebody around to bust us. Mark was just looking at my ass. "No problem. A nice way to top off a great summer session," he said. Now look. I know he didn't mean it, but... somehow, in his casual comment the phrase "top off" just leapt out at me, like he'd stressed it or something. I giggled at the thought of it, how crazy it'd be to give nerdy Mark the thrill of a lifetime. There was no one around, right? With a quick final glance to make sure we were alone, I grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it off over my head, smirking at Mark's shocked expression as my bra-covered tits emerged into the open. Well, not as shocked as I thought he'd be, I guess. Still, he was definitely pleased, I could tell. Weirdly, so was I. The way he looked at me sent a stream of little tingles down to my crotch. "Nice tits you got there, Karli," he said with surprisingly casualness. "Thanks!" I chirped, just standing there, being watched. "Almost as nice as I thought they'd be." My jaw dropped, and I planted my hands on my hips indignantly. "Almost! These are some grade A boobs!" "Yeah, I was more hoping for some grade double D," he said. Now mind you, I was a D cup, but still, rude! "Well if they're not up to your standards, then maybe I'll just put them away. See how you like them apples." Mark just kept staring. And staring. "So... why don't you?" he asked finally. A fair question, I suppose. The truth was that I was getting more and more turned on the longer he looked at me. I couldn't say that though. "I am. As soon as we get to the doors, then they go bye-bye." There, a compromise. He shrugged, and followed me down the school's corridors to the exit to the parking lot. The whole time, he was looking sideways at my boobs, and I think I was as conscious of every bounce, every jiggle, as he was. God I must look so fucking hot. He's going to jerk off to this memory for the rest of his fucking life. We reached the exit sooner than I wanted to. I paused at the door, tank top in hand, trying to muster the will to cover them. I don't know how long we stood there, him staring and me being stared at, but he was the one who had to break up the moment. "All right, Karli. It's been fun - guess I'll see you in class tomorrow." "Yeah, that's right - and you'll only see me fully clothed from here on out, buster." "Yep. Guess it's time to kiss those puppies goodbye." Mmm. I mean, I know he didn't actually mean it that way, but the image just hit me like a wave of sexy. Talk about quality teasing - he'd be blue-balled for a month if I... if I just... "OK," I said, folding my arms behind my back, my tits thrust forward. "Do it." He arched an eyebrow. "Do what?" "What you said. Kiss 'em goodbye." "That was an idiom, Karli. I didn't actually mean it." Holy shit. Here I am, offering him the mouthfuls of a lifetime, and he's trying to teach me the difference between literal and figurative. "I mean it." He didn't hesitate long - maybe I didn't have double D's, quite, but they were damn fine tits. Mark cupped a hand around each, squeezing them and pressing them together, and put his mouth to the bare skin above my bra. His lips were wet and warm, but when his tongue slid out to caress them, it was infinitely more so. The way he was boosting them even let my nipples peek out of my bra halfway. I should've said something, had him stop. You see, I have crazy sensitive nips, and the moan I let out when he started lapping and sucking at what my bra let him access left no doubt how I felt about it. Then he stopped. I almost fell into him, I was trying so hard to keep Mark's mouth on me. "Wow. Thanks, Karli. You wanna maybe go back to my place, and...?" I laughed. "Not on your life, Mark. Like I told you earlier - I'm not gonna fuck you. This was just me being grateful, saying goodbye." I mean, I was horny out of my fucking mind, and there was definitely lubrication trickling threatening to trickle out of my shorts any moment now. Still, I'm a tease - not a whore. He nodded. "All right. But if you ever change your mind, wanna smoke some more, just let me know." "Yeah, sure. And thanks for the tutoring." I smiled, and headed out to my car. "Um, Karli?" he called after me. I rolled my eyes. Don't make this awkward, geek boy. "What is it, Mark?" "Your top's still off." Oh. "Thanks, Mark." I must've had a dozen orgasms that night as I relived the afternoon. Just stripping my shirt off without warning. In the middle of the hallway. Parading around school topless. Letting a guy make out with my boobs just for the hell of it. Mmm, and the way he stared at them. Helpless to look away. Make that a dozen and one. When I woke up the next morning, I rubbed one more out for good measure before I got out of bed. Then another in the shower, thinking about how Mark would flip his shit if he could see me, wet and naked, knuckle-deep in puss. As I picked out my wardrobe, I went a little further than usual. After all, I only had a few more days of summer school, then who knows when I'd be able to tease him again. I decided to go for a classic girl next door look. Denim shorts as brief as I thought I could get away with. Scoop neck red polka dot tank top with mid-riff exposed to show off my cute little naval piercing. Bright red lipstick. A pair of platform sandals. And of course, pig tails. None of it was all that outlandish or even especially unusual for me - all of it was stuff I wore out in public. Just usually not at the same time. Together, it created an ensemble no red-blooded male could avoid noticing. I'd never wear it to class during the regular year, but in summer school, they barely cared about the dress code. I came to class thirty seconds late, just so everyone would already be settled and get a good eyeful. I knew of at least three couples in the room, and I wondered how many of the guys would get a blowjob tonight to keep their attention off of me and on their girlfriends. Even Mr. Hendricks did a double-take as I gave a quiet apology and made my way to an open seat next to Mark, right where I was sure I could give him a good eyeful. Did he ever. I didn't hear a word Mr. Hendricks was saying that day. All I was aware of were his eyes on me. He didn't even care if he was obvious about it - he saw it, he liked it, he was going to see more of it. My kind of guy. To tease, that is. I mean, clearly I was out of this loser's league. Eventually, Mr. Hendricks noticed his distractedness. It was totally my fault of course, but not like he could say "Karli, please cover your titties." So instead he went after the victim and did that most classic of teacher moves, asking a kid a question when they clearly weren't paying attention. I didn't even catch what he asked - I was just twirling a pig tail with my finger. Egghead that he was, Mark could evidently split his attention between my body and the lecture. He answered without hesitating, "trickle-down economics." More like trickle down my inner thighs. Though really, I was just mad at Mr. Hendricks for distracting my plaything. The teacher still wasn't mollified, intent on squeezing him a little. He asked some kind of follow-up that I barely comprehended. Mark was undaunted. "Oh, you know the Keynesians, Mr. Hendricks, they won't stop moaning about it until everything with Reagan's name on it is torn down and burned." Apparently this was enough to satisfy Mr. Hendricks, who chuckled at whatever joke had been embedded in that gibberish and decided his star pupil was still his star pupil. Myself, I just heard one word in that whole mess. Moaning. Oh shit, that would be hot. Guys have always told me I have a perfect phone sex voice, just a little high-pitched and a lot of breathy. One time I'd made a guy I was dating cum in his pants with his mom in the driver's seat beside him just by talking dirty with him. (Told ya I was a tease.) Oh, it was too delicious not to. I took a deep breath, and made a sound I've rehearsed that's the perfect distance between bliss and agony. "Oh my god," I punctuated it, then slathered on a little more on the far end. The noise ended in a high-pitched sound that could really only be called a whimper. The whole class was staring at me as I rubbed my thighs together, my cleavage enhanced by a little pressure on either side from my biceps. Mark was staring too, grinning broadly at my little verbal orgasm. "Is... everything all right, Ms. Hanson?" Mr. Hendricks asked. I smiled innocently at him. "I'm sorry, just... you gotta admit, this stuff is SO boring, right? Come on, you have to be wishing you could be out at the pool right now as much as the rest of us." I grinned innocently. I wondered if he was hard behind that podium. If he'd go home tonight and think about screwing one of his student's brains out. If he'd cum from the echo of that noise bouncing around inside his skull. As for my classmates, there was no question. I could actually see half a dozen erections without straining my eyes, and plenty more were trying to hide them awkwardly. Not Mark though. He was hard and could give two fucks if I saw it. Maybe he was a little like me in that way. That was so fucking hot. "I'm aware economics isn't exactly a day at the beach, but we have the final exam in two days. So maybe you can do everyone a favor and pretend to be interested, hmm? This may not be much use between you, Mr. Howell and the Skipper, but here in the real world, this stuff matters." The class laughed at his little dig at my outfit politely, and around me I heard a few people using the noise to mask some comments. Somewhere a girl called me a slut; a guy said something about wishing he'd recorded that; another guy said they couldn't wait until I dropped out of school and started stripping. I didn't care. People always said that stuff when they were jealous and pissed off they couldn't have you. I was just looking at Mark in the next row, so I could very clearly hear his words, even mumbled as they were. "Damn girl, keep it in your pants." My god, the boy just had to keep giving me ideas for how to torture him! I waited a couple minutes until class was back in full swing, my peers mostly trying not to fall asleep. Even Mark looked kinda tired. I guess I'd kept him up late, eh? I giggled to myself. So I waited until I was sure he was looking, then folded my hands in my lap casually. While he watched, I crept one of them back and slowly undid the button on my shorts. They were way too tight for this to work otherwise. Ha - that woke the poor guy up. Later on as he was jacking it until he chafed, no doubt he'd wish he slept through this. Not my problem! With the button down, I painstakingly began working on the zipper. Concealing the noise was tricky; the classroom was mostly quiet except for the AC blowing and Mr. Hendricks yammering on about who the fuck cared what. Every millimeter was a battle, the zipper creeping down, down, down, until the front part of my panties was good and exposed. Mark licked his lips. I remembered the feel of that tongue on my nipples yesterday and hazarded a little rub at my mound. I could feel my fingernail teasing my skin through the thin fabric of my panties. This was all the farther I planned to go (like I keep saying, I'm not a total slut), but the way he was watching me, the way I could tell every little movement of my finger against my panties was burning into his brain... well, I couldn't help myself. I went lower. The zipper was opened all the way now, but as tight as my shorts were I had to really push to get my finger where I needed it. Down across my pubic mound, across my swollen clitoris, right up into my slit. I was gushing. My juices were soaked right through my underwear and flooding into the denim of my shorts. If I stood up right now, there would probably be a wet spot on my seat. Somehow, I could tell from the wolfish look on his face that Mark knew. That he could see on my face how wet my finger was getting as I began easing it between my lips. Up and down the slit, then a little pressure in a swirl against my clit. Again, and again, and again. Little by little, my panties were creeping up inside me as I pressed on them, wishing desperately I hadn't worn the stupid things so I could do get myself off properly. Well, not really. But to make him think I was. To tease him. And all the while, he was watching me. Staring at this sexy little piece of ass, diddling herself in the back of the classroom, her cunt dripping all over her desk chair, squirming with need, her every breath a battle not to betray a clandestine pussy raid. Knowing he could look but never touch. Just look and look. I guess I must've gotten carried away, because somewhere between budget deficits and regressive taxes there was a teenage girl heaving a deep sigh and slumping forward across her desktop as her pussy rippled in sweet release. My juices flooded my panties and positively soaked my right hand. The cool surface of the desktop against the exposed part of my breasts was a delicious contrast to the waves of heat radiating out of my cunt. And Mark had seen it all. I think a few other people too, but I didn't really care. I'm a tease, after all. The whole point of that display had been to flaunt it and not care. Right? Then suddenly Mr. Hendricks was standing over me. "Ms. Hanson?" I sat up suddenly. "Um, ya?" "Mind taking this off my hands?" he asked impatiently. Only then did I pry my attention away from Mark and see he was holding out a piece of paper. Oh, right. He was returning last Friday's quizzes. By reflex, I reached for it with my dominant hand. When my hand reached out to accept the paper, it was still glistening wet with my juices. I think he noticed. Hard to say. For sure the girl next to me was gaping at the little handprint I left when I set it down, then down to where my panties were still visible under my desk. Oh, right. I winked at her, then did the zipper in one quick motion. It was audible this time, and left a lot of heads turning to wonder who was zipping or unzipping what, but I didn't care. That had been fun. Top quality teasing. I managed to make it through the rest of class without doing anything more daring than fidgeting with my neckline a bit. Mark still gave me plenty of attention, good sport that he was. Poor kid was putty in my hands by now. Evidently my little display had gotten his hopes up, because shortly before the end of class he made eye contact with me and a little gesture that I could tell was an invitation to get high again. I considered a moment. His stuff was pretty awesome. And I wanted to see how blue I could make his poor geeky balls. Class ended. My sorta-friend Macie gave me a look on the way out. "You feeling OK, babe?" "Totes. Why?" "You, uh, were acting kinda..." I gave her a Look. "Kinda what?" "Like you're in heat or something." I rolled my eyes. "Don't hate the playah," I said, and sauntered out. I made sure to put a good amount of sway in my hips. Behind me, I someone grunt as they tripped over a desk they hadn't seen, distracted by my ass. Mark was watching too, which was even better. Mark was waiting for me in our usual spot in the old girl's bathroom, the one too far away from where summer classes were held to see any traffic. "Hey Karli. You, ah, you look great today." Oh geez, the nerd was flirting with me! It was too rich. "I do, don't I." I flopped down on the junky old couch. "See anything you like?" "What, like when you were masturbating at your desk?" I feigned a coy expression. "Oh, you saw that, huh." "I think half the class saw that. Pretty hard not to notice a girl pleasuring herself in the middle of an econ lecture, after all. Especially one who breathes as loudly as you do while she's at it." "Well, when ya gotta go..." I shrugged, then gave him a little giggle. "Do you think Mr. Hendricks noticed?" "What, that old cock sucker? He's totally asleep at the wheel." Then I saw Mark was looking at me expectantly, for some reason. Whatever, not like he could know I gave a few seconds' thought to blowing him. But I'm just a tease, not a blowjob queen. I was here to get high, and maybe get my jollies letting Mark ogle me. That was it. "So we gonna do this or what?" He frowned, but then he got over whatever it was and got out his stash. "Yeah, sure. Smoke up, Karli." "What, by myself? You didn't have any yesterday either." "Uh, yeah. Right. Look, why don't you get us started, and I'll pick up once you're good and buzzed. I got plenty where that came fro, so don't short yourself on my account." I hadn't really planned on shorting myself, but it was nice to have his blessing I guess. Sure enough, a short time later I was so fucking high I didn't give two shits about much of anything. My brain was on another planet, one with pretty lights and a rich aroma and the noise of Mark's droning voice in the background. One of these days I really need to ask him what he's always going on about when we smoke up. It might boost my econ grade or something. Then I kinda blacked out again, and like the day before, woke up hours later on the couch, this time with my hand not only in my shorts, but in my panties, two fingers lazily probing my pussy. Mark was just sitting there watching me do it. I mean, of course he was watching. Any guy would be watching that, much less a real horndog like Mark. For such a total geek, he sure was a useful tool for turning me on. I pulled it out with a naughty little grin. "Sorry, guess I got a little carried away there." "Hey, you don't have to stop on my account. I got nowhere to be." I glanced at my phone. "Ugh, I do. My mom's gonna be freaking out about me not telling her I wasn't coming straight home again." "She sounds like a real control freak." "You don't know the half of it." "My parents are the same way usually. Totally sucks dick, right?" "It... it, uh, sure... does..." I didn't mean to respond like I had a concussion, but something in the way he'd said it... No, I couldn't do that. I'd dismissed the idea earlier, and just because I was way stoned now, that was going too far. Even for a tease like me. Wasn't it? I mean, it would be super hot. He'd NEVER see it coming. And nobody would ever actually believe him. It was pretty much the ultimate tease, right? After all, a girl sucks your cock, you gotta expect that's not all she's willing to do. I'd have Mark's eyes staring longingly after me, yearning for the sweet mercy of the pity fuck he'd never get, for the rest of his natural life. As he stood up, I caught his belt in my hands and pulled him over to stand in front of me. "Hey, Mark?" "Uh, yeah Karli?" "Speaking of people who suck dick... you ever have a girl go down on you before?" Keenly aware of the fact that he was standing right in front of me with his groin at my mouth level, he smiled - and looked right down my top. Classic Mark. "Can't say as I have." "Well... next time somebody asks, would you like to be able to give 'em a different answer?" I licked my lips. Truth be told, my mouth was watering a little. "Are you offering to blow me right here in the ladies' room?" I nodded. "Wow. Karli Hanson, offering to give me a topless blowjob." He grinned down at me. Wait, I hadn't offered to do it topless, had I? Well now that I thought about it, obviously that was way hotter. This was all about oneupsmanship after all, and if yesterday he'd seen me in my bra, today he had to see more. So I took my shirt off. Today, however, my bra followed immediately. No more going halfway - this was pro league teasing now. I leaned back and played with my bare boobs a little, rubbing and tweaking at my nipples as Mark watched. I hadn't really planned on turning it into a full show, but the more he watched, the more I wanted to be watched. I guess I must've been tormenting him pretty bad, because he finally had to interrupt me in the midst of my self-groping. "Hey, didn't you say something about giving me a blowjob?" Oh, right. My brilliant tease idea! I'd been so distracted by playing with my boobs that I hadn't even noticed Mark taking his pants off. There it was only inches from my lips, this horny nerd boy's cock. Actually, it looked pretty amazing. Way bigger than I'd expected. No, not just bigger than I'd expected. He was big, full stop. I thought about how many times he'd gotten this monster hard on my account. Had it happened before this summer? Had he seen me cheering at a football game, high-kicking in my little skirt, seen my panties and gotten hard over it? Gotten an eyeful of my cleavage in the hallway and thought about how hot it'd be to titty-fuck me? Noticed me wearing a miniskirt and fantasized about flipping it up over my ass and plowing my hot little box? Thought about getting me stoned and having me strip to the waist and fucking my mouth in the restroom? Here I was, a dream come true. I wrapped my lips snugly around Mark's cock and slid slowly down to the base, gliding my tongue back and forth across his shaft. I think it was the weed, making me so dizzy I couldn't handle a more rapid pace. Or maybe I just enjoyed dragging it out, making the loser wish I'd really go to town. I blew Mark like I had nothing else to do all week. All the while, I fantasized about being fantasized about. All the sick, pervy, kinky, slutty things he surely wanted to do to me. I hoped he was thinking about them too right now, that both of us were thinking about how hot it would be to have him sneak in through my bedroom window and night and fuck me in the ass not twenty feet from my parents' room. Not that he'd ever get to. It was just so hot that he wanted to. Or at least, that I wanted him to want to. I bet he did though. Only the geek's brain was on all sorts of fucking geeky things. As he looked down at me blowing him and fondling my tits for our mutual enjoyment, he looked like he was trying to think hard. Then he came up with this fucking gem: "Um, hey, I don't know why, but this reminds me of the time I was going to see the school drama club's show, but, uh, didn't have anyone to go with. So I went alone." I mean, fucking really? Here he has one of the hottest girls in school sucking his dick like it was her favorite flavor, and he's thinking about some dorky fucking show? Seriously, like I was supposed to feel bad that he had to go to the play by himself? Whoa. There's an idea. I guess I have a dirty mind, because once the seed was planted, that thing sprouted in an instant. How much sexier would this be if... I sunk off my seat on the couch down to my knees, pressing my lips down to his base and gently lapping at his cock with my tongue. It was all the more I could manage while splitting my attention with the task of getting my shorts and panties down around my thighs. Mark noticed, of course. One of the things that makes him so easy to tease, how his eyes are always on me, noticing every tiny move I make. I groaned at the feeling of having my fingers in my pussy, imagining it was him imagining his cock slipping inside me. Which would never happen in a million years, of course. Getting naked, kneeling on the cold and questionably unclean floor of the women's restroom, and sucking his dick like he was doing me a favor was one thing - that was just to get his hopes up. But actually letting him seal the deal? As if I'd ever let this loser have a shot. He shut up about the stupid play and let me work. Though to be honest, I got so distracted that eventually I just put his hands on my pig tails. With a little encouraging, he just took hold of them and slowly fucked my mouth at his own pace. I wanted to laugh - as if any girl would ever actually want him to do this to them? It was ridiculous. Every bob on that fat cock of his was divine, just knowing that all the pleasure I was giving him would be something he'd dream of forever and never be able to reach again. The orgasm I gave him here today would be the one he'd fantasize about for fifty years. It was like my mouth was some kind of pleasure multiplier, turning one orgasm into a thousand. That thought was the one that got me off for the first time during our dirty little session. The second came when he told me how pretty I was. Well, I should clarify that, because it makes me sound like some twitterpated bimbo. What he said - through the gritted teeth of a man on the verge of cumming - was, "Karli, you're so naturally pretty I bet you've never had to get a facial in your life." Geez, Mark really was just too stupid about setting me up to torment him. So my hands left my cunt and my tits behind and took the place of my mouth on his cock, working his shaft and playing with his balls in my delicate, manicured hand. I licked my lips, opened my mouth like I'd seen girls do in pornos. "Cum on my face, Mark - I want you to. Fucking cum on me," I coaxed. I guess he'd seen those pornos too, because it sent him right over the edge. I kept jacking him even as the first spurt of his cum splashed audibly into my right eye, the second down onto my boobs, while the third regained some potency and splatting across my nose and lips. That was the third time I came, though he just kept spurting on me as he watched me tremble and moan in ecstacy. He came so much, I had to wonder if he'd even gotten off last night. I was saturated with the stuff. I'd honestly never let a guy jizz on me before, but now I had to wonder why. This was the best teasing I'd ever done. Think how insanely sexy I must look to him right now - his cum was everywhere but my pussy, the perfect reminder of what he could see but never have. "That's a good look on you," he said, taking in the sight of me kneeling and cum-covered at his feet. He didn't blink. I didn't want him to. "Thanks. Little messy though." He looked like he was thinking hard but couldn't, and then he just shrugged. "Um, yeah. Like... like the time I spilled milk all over the kitchen table, and the only thing I had to wipe it up with was, um... a pair of panties?" Uh, what? That was the most idiotic and non sequitur story I'd ever heard. I guess a hot babe like me really intimidated him. Why else was he always coming up with such stupid and awkward things to say? And why did they always give me such good ideas? Guess I'm just some kind of weird niche-specific genius or something. I stood up, stepping all the way out of my shorts and panties, then handed him the latter. "Well, since you have practice at it... mind cleaning a girl up?" He took them and seemed to somehow instantly grasp my meaning. I stood still as he took my already sodden panties and used them to sponge his spooge off my tits. Not at all surprisingly, he was good and thorough - though really, trying to clean me off with a pair of pussy-juice-soaked panties didn't do a lot for actual cleanliness. I watched him work with my one available eye, grinning smugly at my cleverness. Then he very carefully mopped up my other one so I could fully see again. "Ahem. You missed my lips and cheeks, stud. I can still feel it there." He shrugged. "You know, Karli, you should be proud." "Proud? Proud to be coated in your spunk? Ya right, like I'm just gonna walk around like this." Like I was some suggestible little twit. "No, I meant proud you're doing so much better in econ now, I feel like the tutoring has really paid off." Oh! Proud of my grades. Duh. Though, come to think of it, maybe I should also be proud of the jizz on my face - think how hot it'd be for him, seeing me go out into the world marked as his conquest. Oh fuck yes. Even when I wasn't teasing him, everyone would look and know that I had. That I'd made a guy so horny that he'd let me blow him and spray all over my face. I decided to let it slide - give this loser a little thrill, since he'd obviously never close the deal with a hottie like me. I thanked him as I put my top and my bra back on, careful not to smudge my face. Then I held out my pants to demand my panties back, since he was still clutching them. Like I was going to let him keep them? As if. He grinned. "You're going to make some guy one hell of a trophy wife someday, you know that?" Again, out of left field, but still more or less sweet. I giggled. "You're such a charmer. Ya know, forget the panties. Why don't you keep 'em." If I was gonna be a trophy, maybe he ought to have a trophy. I pulled my shorts back on, luxuriating at the feel of going commando. The two of us strode out of the school, him a few steps behind me staring at my ass, me a few steps ahead walking one foot in front of the other to make sure he had a hell of a show. It felt weirdly natural, like having Mark feast on my body wasn't just natural, but something I really enjoyed. It would've been weird of him not to stare. We made our way out to the parking lot, where a classmate on her way out to summer tennis practice did a double-take. I suddenly remember the gleaming blobs of white on my tan skin. Whatever. I was proud of it. "Hey," Mark said as we were about to part ways, "I don't suppose maybe later tonight, you'd wanna..." He trailed off. "Wanna what?" I asked, smirking. I knew, but I wanted him to admit it. Admit what he wanted but couldn't have. "You know. Come over to my place and let me fuck you." There it was. Oh, that poor, poor, simple little geek. No idea how ludicrous his suggestion was. "Mark, I've said it before, but let me make sure you understand me this time. You and me? Nuh uh, no way, never ever, not gonna happen. Understand?" He snapped his fingers in an aw-shucksy kind of way. "Yeah, I get it. Just make sure you don't blow me on the exam Friday, OK?" Wait, did he say...?! No, I must be hearing things. Still... "Say, Mark... do you mind if I come over tonight? To, um, study?" Once I finished blowing him again, giving him that much more false hope that a girl like me would ever consider fucking a dork like him. "Sure," he said immediately, almost like he'd expected me to ask. "I was supposed to help my dad work on his motorboat, but... I can do that some other time. How's seven sound?" "Sounds great," I said, then on a random impulse, I lifted up my top to expose my bra. There were plenty of people in the parking lot, but I could give a shit. I then snaked my fingers into Mark's hair and brought his face down into my cleavage. He didn't resist at all, not even as I slapped him back and forth in the cheeks with my boobs. He staggered back when I released him, I think a little dizzy from the spontaneous motorboating. (Damn I'm clever.) "Karli, sure you don't wanna...?" I laughed and started walking away. "Not a chance in hell." He called out after me, "You're a real tease, you know that!" You know? I really am.

The Hairdresser by Laszlo © "What are you doing on the weekend?" she asked me, as she massaged my scalp. One of those usual vacuous hairdresser questions, I thought. "Oh, not much. Maybe catch a movie on Saturday night. No plans, really", I said, as I enjoyed the feeling of her nails pressing into my head. I breathed in the perfume of the shampoo and, with my eyes closed, hardly listened as she talked on. Once or twice, though, I opened my eyes and found myself looking straight up from the basin, into her dark almond eyes. "You've got really long eyelashes, you know!" she giggled at one point, as she rinsed my hair off. Her slender fingers playing with my hair and her flirtatious manner made me think of flirting a little too. I've been a little out of practice lately, as I've been seeing someone. However, she's a doctor, studying for exams, so she doesn't often have time to socialise. Besides, she was out of town for a conference this weekend . . . "Mmmm, that feels nice!" I smiled, eyes still shut, as she rubbed my scalp one last time under the warm water. I jiggled my head a little, like a cat wanting a rub. "You want more, do you?" she laughed. "OK, just a little, 'cos we're not too busy!" She sat me up in a chair and towelled my hair off a little. I let my head fall back into her skillful hands; she kneaded and pressed just the right spots and if it wasn't so invigorating, I would have fallen asleep. "Is this nice?" she asked, pressing two spots on my temples. "Mmmm", I murmured, not wanting the pleasure to stop. "What about this?" she added, with a little giggle. I felt my head fall back a fraction and rest against something soft. As her fingertips came to the front and pushed my head back, I could feel her soft breasts envelope the back of my head. I was in heaven! "That feels amazing!" I said quietly, as she massaged my brow and hairline with both hands and leaned forward to knead her tits against me as well. "OK, time for your haircut now", she said, suddenly moving away and standing behind me. She smoothed her top as she did so and, because her hands - and my hair - were damp, I could see her dark nipples through the thin fabric. For a small girl, she had large shapely tits. "Mmmm, my t-shirt got a bit wet!" she giggled, patting the damp fabric with her slim hands. "Maybe I should get the blow-dryer out and dry it off, huh?", she added, looking me in the eye through the mirror. "No, don't worry too much; I like what I see", I replied, with a little wink. She replied with a smile and took up her scissors and comb. As my haircut went on, Natasha told me a lot about herself: she's 22, born in Malaysia, loves Hollywood flicks and became a hairdresser when she was 16. "I'm a bit of showoff!" she giggled. "Like what I did to you before!" she added, as she pushed her tits up against my head once more. "It's a pity I'm turned around the wrong way!" I laughed, looking at her pretty face in the mirror, laughing back at me. Natasha snipped away for another minute or two in silence while I admired her slender brown arms and the breasts softly jiggling under her shirt. Once more she leaned on my shoulder and, again, brushed her tits against the side of my head. "What did you say you were doing Saturday night?" she said softly. I turned my head a little towards her. She didn't pull away at all. Instead, she leaned further forward so my face was virtually nuzzling into her nipple, which I could feel hardening under her shirt. I pulled away, wondering who else in the salon was watching; nobody seemed to have noticed. I looked up. "About Saturday night, Natasha - well, I've got a girlfriend, although she's out of town." "I've got a boyfriend too and, funnily enough, he's away too", Natasha said coyly. "Were you going to ask me out?" she pouted. I thought hard about this dilemma. Surely a night out with such a sexy little bimbo wouldn't do any harm? Especially if I didn't sleep with her. She was a bit of a ditzy type, though, and I wondered if we'd actually find things to talk about for a whole evening. And what if one of Karen's friends saw us together? "Yeah, I was going to ask you out", I said, feeling myself redden slightly. "I love the company of show-offs", I added, grinning. * * * The first thing that struck me when the door of Natasha's flat opened was the smell: powerful incense and aromatherapy oils, mingled with a little marijuana. Second was Natasha herself: transformed completely from the hairdresser in jeans and t-shirt. "Hiya!" she said cheerfully as she reached up and kissed me on the lips. Her eyes were done up with lots of dark makeup, making her look very exotic and her full lips were glossy from lipstick. "Come in to my little den!" As she turned and walked in front of me, I realised how tiny she really was. Slender legs, miniscule waist, only about 5 feet tall. She was wearing a slinky satiny skirt, mid-thigh length, and just a tiny top, exposing a lot of midriff. She'd piled her hair up on her head, accentuating her slender neck and shoulders. "Nice little place you've got here", I commented, as I looked around the dimly lit room. No furniture really, just piles of cushions on the floor, a big boombox stereo which was thumping out some dub reggae thing and a few cartoons in plain black frames on the walls. "I'm just having a little smoke", Natasha giggled as she took a burning butt from an ashtray. "Here", she said as she handed it to me, "Oh, and take a seat". I did as I was told, partly because I wanted a better view of Natasha's slim brown legs as she walked barefoot around the room. "So where's your boyfriend tonight?" I asked, to make conversation. "Like your girlfriend, he's out of the way - for tonight", she laughed as she swished her skirt around her hips. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll go and get ready". Get ready? I wondered what that meant. I could hear her in the bedroom rummaging around. Pretty soon, a voice spoke. "I was thinking of this dress, but it shrunk a little when I washed it". Natasha appeared at the doorway holding up a tiny tube of white fabric. She stretched it across her breasts and, she was right, the lower hem barely covered her thighs. "It looks just fine to me!" I laughed, hoping she'd have the guts to at least try it on in front of me. "Yeah, right! I'm just looking for some shoes", she laughed back, turning her cute butt away from the door. "Hey, I need some more of that smoke", she added as I stretched out on the cushions once more. I took it in to her and found her sitting on the bed, tying the straps of some extraorinarily high heeled platforms. The satin of her skirt sat loosely across the very top of her thighs, revealing most of her slim brown legs. "You like?" she asked, pointing her feet straight out at me, once both shoes were on. I handed her the smoke and took one slim foot in my hand. The skin was smooth and brown and she had bright pink painted nails. Like her wrists, her ankles were impossibly narrow. It gave me a hard on just feeling the silkiness of her skin and watching her tiny foot arch with pleasure as I stroked it. "Can you walk in these?" I laughed. They must have been six inch heels, at least. "Of course!" Natasha giggled. "They're a tiny bit big for me but, then, nearly everything is!" She gave me a little wink, which stirred my hard-on, then stood up in her shoes. Standing, her feet arched strongly upward, outlining the musculature of her smooth legs; the extra height made the skirt cling nicely to her shapely butt. She handed the smoke back to me and took a step to look at herself in the mirror. Natasha gave her butt a little shake. "No VPL, huh?" she asked as she studied our reflections in the mirror. I gave her a querying look. "Visible Panty Line?" she giggled, as she smoothed the back of her skirt down with her pretty hands. "Not that I can see" I replied, moving to stand right behind her and looking down at the smooth satin that fell into the cleft of her butt cheeks. Her perfume caught my nostrils and I took a deep breath as a wisp of her hair brushed against my face. "Bra?" Natasha asked, moving her hands to her tits. Only as she said this did it register that she hadn't been wearing one. Her top was finely crocheted white cotton with a halter neck. It was held together at the front with a large silver ring; through it, Natasha's deep brown cleavage could be seen. I was wondering if such big tits on such a tiny girl were natural, when Natasha answered the question for me. "I'm lucky with these, huh?" she said, squeezing the flesh up and almost out of her top. "Dad's Malaysian and mum's English, so I got his skin and her tits!" she giggled. * * * As we walked down The Promenade, Natasha talked and talked: soap opera and movie star gossip, that sort of thing. I didn't say much - I think the smoking shut me up a bit - but I did enjoy all the looks Natasha got, from men and women alike. "Is this place OK?" I pointed at Federini's, a place which does bad, over-priced Italian food, but has some intimate booths to sit in. "Oh yeah! I love Federini's!" Natasha squealed. "Let's get a booth!" she added, clattering through the entrance in her high heels. The head waiter took in Natasha as she walked up to him. Walking in high heels made her tits bounce nicely and, in the dim light, her long smooth legs looked made of copper. "A booth?" he said as I approached and nodded. "This way, sir". Natasha took my hand and almost ran to the booth the waiter pointed to. It was upholstered in plush blue velvet and had a tasselled tent-like top, rather like a four-poster bed. She slid in one side and, rather than let me sit opposite, pulled me in next to her. "This is cosy", I said, as she pressed up against me. Her hand went to my thigh as we looked over the menu and it stayed there after we'd ordered. "I've had such a busy week!" Natasha said, "And it's so good to just relax. Can I stretch out, honey?" Without waiting for any reply, she leaned against the corner of the booth and stretched her long legs out across my lap. "You don't mind, do you?" she winked. "Not if you don't mind me stroking them" I replied, beginning at her toes and soles, and moving my hand up to knees and, then, her thighs. While I did this, she chattered on, occasionally sipping her drink, once or twice sitting upright. However, she'd always return her legs to my lap where, by now, I had quite a hard-on. As she drank more, Natasha also became more careless with her skirt and, after a while, stopped pulling it down when she shifted position. "Yummy ravioli!" she giggled, wiping her mouth with her napkin. During her meal, her thigh had been hard up against mine and she hadn't flinched when my hand rested on her bare skin once or twice. "I'm so full!" she went on, leaning into the corner of the booth once more. "I can hardly fit into this skirt now", she added, looking at me, as she undid the side-lace which held it together. I watched as her nimble fingers untied the lace and pulled the sides of her skirt apart an inch. She slid both hands down into the front of her skirt and clutched her belly. "Oh, God! I've eaten too, too, too much!" "Can I rest on you again?" she asked, as she swung both legs up onto my lap once more. As she did this, I noticed with interest that where she'd untied the lace, there was no sign of underwear, just the smooth brown skin of her hip. I wondered if she'd been flirting with me all evening, with just a skimpy satin skirt between me and her bare pussy? "Is there some drink that's good to have if you've eaten too much?" she asked, her big eyes glowing at me from the dim corner of the booth while she continued to rub her belly. I ordered a digestive from the waiter. "That'll fix you up!" I smiled. Natasha kept massaging her stomach and moaning softly. "Where does your stomach hurt?" I asked. "I'll show you". She leaned right back, pushing her legs onto me even further. She untied the side-lace until all of the bare flesh of her thigh, hip and waist could be seen through the slit she'd created. Definitely no knickers there, I thought to myself. "Right down here!" she murmured, her hands on her lower stomach, pushing her skirt down even further. As she said this, the waiter returned with Natasha's Underberg. He eyed us both carefully as he put the drink down and gave me a barely perceptible smile. "I should sit up to drink this, huh?" Natasha smiled. She held her hand out to me and I pulled her upright. This meant that her skirt was now just loosely bunched fabric around her waist but her legs were together, still on my lap. "Wow, it's bitter!" she said, as she sipped it. She placed one foot on the floor, leaving the other on my lap. Her legs spread like this, I couldn't resist looking down, to see if she'd showed herself. "Does that feel any better?" I asked in a concerned tone, as my hand stroked her upper thigh. I could hardly believe it when Natasha responded by arching her body back and resumed stroking her belly with her hands. This time, though, she'd pushed the skirt down so far I could see her closely trimmed bush quite clearly. She saw what I was looking at straight away. "Whoops!" she giggled. "Skirt's too low, huh?" She slowly pulled the waist of the skirt up just an inch and, then, toying with the side lace, undid it even further, leaving her entire side bare, but her pubic hair covered. "VPL's certainly not a problem now!" I joked. "Yeah, but what if Boffo, you know, the waiter, comes back?" She giggled at the name she'd given him, as she stretched the edge of her crumpled skirt down between her still spread thighs. "Feeling any better?" I asked, admiring her taut belly and watching her fingers caress under her skirt. "It feels much better after that drink and without my skirt so tight", she sighed. "But I shouldn't sit here massaging myself like this, should I?" she added with a little giggle. "You might get the wrong idea!" "I sure don't mind", I grinned. "Even I do get the wrong idea . . ." "Hmmm, alright then", she smiled. "You know, this massaging feels real good, but my skirt's gone all twisted". "Do you want a hand?" I asked, probably too eagerly. "We are in a public place!" she said sharply, but with a wicked grin. For a couple of minutes, we sat like that: I sipped my dessert wine, Natasha finished her Underberg and returned to stroking her belly. Then, she surprised me. "I'm gonna take this damn thing off!" she said, in a mock angry tone of voice. Her hands moved to the loosened side of her skirt and, one eyelet at a time, she unlaced it completely. She leaned forward and dangled the lace above her glass and let it fall in, laughing loudly. Natasha gave me a challenging look as she lay back again, arching even further, causing the fabric of her skirt to shift and, almost, to fall away from her pussy completely. "I can see you're feeling a whole lot better!" I said quietly. I still couldn't believe I had this almost naked bimbo lying half on top of me in a public restaurant. "Mmmm", Natasha murmured. At that moment, our waiter returned to take our empty glasses. He stopped and flushed bright red when he saw Natasha sprawled like that. She smiled at him and slowly took the corner of her skirt and stretched it across her pussy which, moments before, was almost in full view. "Sorry", she said to the waiter in a low, flirtatious voice, "But I had a bit of a tummy-ache, so I loosened my skirt. I hope that's OK". The waiter had recovered a bit of his composure. "Oh, that's just fine, miss. These booths are, after all, quite private". She looked down at the satin across her lap. The waiter's and my eyes followed her pretty hand as she rubbed the fabric against her mound. "Mmmm, privacy. That's good, isn't it?" she said, looking at us both under her lowered eyelashes. The waiter was rooted to the spot and my eyes were fixed on Natasha's hand, which was now making circling movements. She raised her hips up off the seat and slowly pushed the satin of her skirt against her pussy with a finger. "Man!" said the waiter softly, as he continued to stare. Natasha drank in all the attention and kept pushing the satin into her slit, a big grin on her face. "I've drunk far too much. I've gotta go to the bathroom", she giggled eventually, looking directly at me. I looked at the waiter's dumbstruck face and then back at Natasha, who pulled the skirt around her and sat up with it crumpled in her lap. She pulled the lace out of her glass and held it up. "How the hell do I get this back in?" she giggled. "Doesn't matter!" she added, as she pushed past me. I felt her bare butt brush against my cock as she slid past and then watched as she held the skirt together at the waist with her fingers. Like that, she walked towards the restrooms. "One hell of a young lady there", the waiter commented, as he cleared the table. "Anything else you'll be needing sir?" "I don't think so. Just the bill, thanks". By the time Natasha came back, I'd paid and was leaning back in the corner of the booth, running my imagination through what I'd just seen. She was smiling again now and her long strides were making it obvious that she wore nothing under her improvised skirt which she only just held together at her hip. "That's better!" she giggled, as she squeezed in next to me. She let the side of her skirt fall open as she again picked up her lace from the table and toyed with it. "I don't think I need this, huh?". "No, neither do I", I said, running my hand up her thigh and hip where the skirt had fallen away. I pushed the fabric off altogether and was pleased to see that Natasha simply giggled and let her knees fall apart. At last I had a clear view of her beautiful pussy. Natasha also looked down. "So, what're we going to do now?" she smiled, as she swung her legs together and, then, apart even further. Her thighs were now as far apart as possible and little whiffs of her pussy scent were driving me crazy. "I think you can guess!!" I said. "What about your girlfriend?" Natasha giggled. "Like your boyfriend, she's out of the way - for tonight!" I laughed. The Hairdresser Again by Laszlo © The last time Natasha and I went out for a night, she acted the flirtatious slut and I fell for it. That's to say, I cheated on my girlfriend and went home and fucked her. "I cut your hair far too short!" Natasha giggled, as she ruffled my hair when we awoke in the morning. "I think it's just fine!" I argued back sleepily, pulling her tiny body on top of me and pushing my swelling cock between her slender brown thighs. She spread her legs wide and, when she was nice and slippery, I slowly eased into this little Asian bimbo. "Call me your little slut!" Natasha moaned as we started moving together. As I watched her wriggle and squirm on top of me, my thoughts went to my girlfriend, Karen. She was a serious type, a doctor, out of town for a conference. This little vixen riding me now was altogether sexier: her generous tits bouncing, her copper-coloured skin glowing with perspiration, long painted nails digging into me and a swarm of dark hair around her beautiful face. "What I meant about your hair being too short is that it'll be a while before you need another haircut!" she giggled, once she rolled off me. "What's wrong with that?" I asked, feeling my own scalp with one hand while the other cradled a juicy breast. She looked upset and wriggled free of my hand. "Well . . . it means I won't see you for a while, huh? Girlfriend, and all that", she said petulantly. "Look, Natasha, this was a one-off as far as I'm concerned. I thought you had a boyfriend as well, anyway". Tears welled up in the corners of Natasha's dark almond eyes. She wiped at them and sniffed. "You don't think I'm sexy, that's it, isn't it?" she mumbled. "I've never been so turned on in all my life!" I almost shouted. It was true, too. She'd been such a flirt, pressing her ample tits against me in the salon while she cut my hair; then flashing her pussy at me in the restaurant from under her tiny satin skirt. "Well?" she pouted, sitting on her haunches to look at me. "Give the girlfriend the flick then!" I knew that I'd miscalculated with this one. What if Natasha made trouble for me with Karen? "Look, Natasha, I can't just give her the flick because you and I have one amazing night together!" "How many nights do we need then?" she asked, this time with a glimmer of a smile. I laughed and she leant over and kissed my cock. I took that as a peace offering, so I sat up and kissed her hard and hungrily. "You are absolutely the sexiest babe I know!" I whispered as we kissed. * * * A week passed and life went on as normal. Karen returned from her conference and got seriously back into her study. Routine sex once a week with her was all she seemed to want, so I tried to give her what she wanted. I almost found her repulsive after having spent time with Natasha: Karen was always self-conscious about her flaccid stomach and dimpled thighs and, this time, I was too. "Something's the matter, isn't it?" she asked, after we'd tried to have sex. "Just tired, I think", I lied. "Work's been pretty busy this week". In reality, all I'd been thinking of for the past few days was how Natasha would reveal her taut, brown body in slutty high-heeled shoes and tiny dresses. A couple of times I even walked past Natasha's salon. Once, I saw her standing near the front door, her slim legs bare and her braless tits jiggling, as she laughed with some guy. I was filled with jealousy but forced myself to walk on. Then, one day at work, a postcard arrived in the mail. It had a picture of an Asian dominatrix on one side and a hand-written message on the other: "I will go naked in public if that's what you want. xxxx" My boss, Graeme, threw the card on my desk, grinning. "I hope you'll invite me too!" he laughed. I spent the rest of the day thinking, imagining, fantasizing. Karen was due to go on a study weekend with colleagues in two weeks. Could Natasha wait until then? The other option would be to visit her late one evening, after Karen's nightly phone call to me. * * * I looked at my watch. 11pm. I knocked on the door. No music, no sound. I knocked again and waited. No answer. I went back the car and thought I'd wait for half an hour. Listening to the radio, I almost didn't notice two slim shapes walk through the front gate of the apartment building. "Hey! Natasha!!" I called, as I wound the car window down. One of the slim shapes came back out and squinted in the poor light. "Laszlo? Is it you, babe?" "Yeah", I said, as I got out and walked towards her. "I hope you don't mind me visiting". For a fraction of a second, I felt uncomfortable, as Natasha looked at me without saying anything. Then, she broke into a broad grin, stood on tiptoes, asking for a kiss. For a minute or two her tongue coiled around mine voraciously and her full breasts pressed against my chest. "Hey, Tash!" A girl's voice could be heard from inside the building. "Oh shit!" Natasha said, smoothing down her dress. "I forgot all about Cleo. C'mon". Natasha's flat was almost as it had been the weekend before: strong smelling oils, a whiff of marijuana, dim lighting, cushions on the floor to sit on. The exception was Cleo, another little Asian girl, even prettier than Natasha, if that was possible. Her tight dress, without revealing anything, showed everything, especially her over-sized tits. Her golden flesh was on display almost to the edges of her nipples, sticking up from her low cut purple dress. I found myself staring at them, rather than her, when we were introduced. "Laszlo's hypnotised!!" Natasha giggled. "I've just been on a photo shoot", Cleo said, looking down at her impressive cleavage, as if to explain how she was dressed. "I didn't know you'd have a visitor this late, Natasha", she added, as she gave me a flirtatious little smile. "I suppose I'd better be off then, huh?" I didn't say anything, hoping she'd stay and give me the chance to keep admiring her tits. I also thought if she was half as much of a show-off as Natasha, she might even reveal a bit more. "Well, we could all go out together, just for a quick drink, couldn't we?" Natasha offered. She was obviously not wanting to offend her friend, so I quickly agreed. "My car's just outside", I offered. "We could drive down to Barrio's". "Let me just get changed", Natasha winked. "I won't be a moment, hon". While she was busy, I chatted with Cleo, who found a way to sit with her legs elegantly folded on a cushion. Up closer, I saw her outfit was made of purple lace and was actually a miniskirt and bustier top. As we talked, she kept fingering the spaghetti straps that precariously held her top up. "So, Natasha's told me all about you", Cleo started, as she carelessly stretched the left strap of her top. I raised my eyebrows and wondered what she'd heard. "Well, I hope it was vaguely complimentary", I smiled. As we chatted on, my eyes kept being drawn to Cleo fiddling with the straps of her top so that they gradually slid down one shoulder, then the other. "So, Natasha tells me you get off on her sexy outfits", Cleo said, quite loudly, at one point. She said this as she leaned towards me slightly, giving me a clear view of the deep cleft between her large breasts. "What are you two talking about?" came Natasha's little voice from her bedroom. "I heard the word sex!" "What are you doing in there, you little slut!" Cleo called. She struggled to her feet, because of the height of her heels; I leapt up to give her a hand and was pleased to see her heavy breasts almost jiggle free of her little top as she steadied herself. "Wow!" said Cleo as she leaned on my arm. "I'm a bit dizzy! Too much to smoke, I think!" She giggled and pushed her tits against me as she took my arm. "C'mon, let's see what that horny little bitch is up to!" We arrived at the bedroom door and found Natasha sifting through a pile of slinky little garments on her bed. "I've tried on about 10 things, and nothing's right!" she complained, albeit with a little smile. "What's wrong with what you've got on, honey?" Cleo asked, as she walked over to where Natasha was perched on the edge of the bed. My hard-on became harder when I took in what Natasha was actually wearing: a loose lacey miniskirt which only just covered her lap but not her butt and a matching sheer top which was hanging open, completely unbuttoned. "I might wear it to a party or something, but it's way too slutty for Barrio's!" Natasha giggled, sitting up straight and pushing her tits right out of the little top. "But Laszlo can be the judge!" she added, caressing her breasts with her little hands. "Well, I got this postcard at work earlier in the week . . .", I started to say, with a smile. "Oh, no!!!" Natasha wailed. "Not now, please!" Cleo looked from Natasha to me, and back again, perplexed. "What's with the postcard?" she asked. "Here!" I said, taking it from my pocket and handing it to Cleo. She read it and her face lit up when she realised what it meant. "You wrote this to him!" she squealed, laughing at Natasha. "You little slut!!!" She stood, giggling, as Natasha blushed deeply. "OK, honey, we're going to Barrio's!! Isn't she Laszlo?" Cleo blew me a kiss and then grabbed Natasha by the hand. "C'mon, baby. Just as you are is fine!" Cleo said as she pulled the struggling Natasha towards the door. It was clear that Natasha had no underwear, no bra, under her two utterly tiny items of clothing. "Can't I do up my top???" Natasha objected. "And I can't just go barefoot!" "But, honey, why did you put these on for in the first place?" countered Cleo. "You were thinking of wearing them, weren't you? What do you think Laszlo?" She still held Natasha by the hand, although we were at the front door, which I'd opened. "I think we should let Natasha wear some shoes. And, maybe, one button is enough". In Natasha's bedroom I found an amazing pair of 6" platforms. "These should do, huh?" I winked at Cleo. As I knelt to tie them around Natasha's ankles, I held her little feet tight and looked up her smooth legs at her newly shaved pussy. "You are a little slut, Natasha! You're wet!!" I laughed, as I ran a finger up her leg to her little slit. She wriggled as I did so, and giggled. Finally, her shoes were on and Cleo had done up one of the lower buttons of Natasha's top, covering her nipples but still exposing a large expanse of jiggling breast. "C'mon!" laughed Cleo, still pulling a reluctant Natasha by the hand. "I don't think I can do this!" moaned Natasha when we stopped at the parking lot. "Please don't make me!" "Remember this!" I smiled, waving the postcard in front of her. + + + Natasha and Cleo each took one arm and tottered alongside me to the entrance of Barrio's. I looked across at Natasha's flushed face - she was anxious but excited and kept fiddling with her single button. "Hey there!" the doorman said, looking us all up and down, slightly disapprovingly. "I know it's warm, but this is something else!" "We'd like some seats with a table, if possible", I said, pretending there was nothing unusual in walking into a bar - even a tacky one like Barrio's - with an almost naked woman. Natasha was still flushed, but had regained some confidence, even though every eye in the place seemed to have noticed her. Her pussy was just visible under the flimsy white lace of her skirt and, through the still buttoned top, her nipples could also be seen. "You're a hot slut!" whispered Cleo to Natasha as we walked in. She pinched her butt as she said this, showing the whole room that Natasha wore nothing underneath. "I never thought I'd actually do this!" Natasha whispered to me, once she was seated in a lounge chair. "But I'm getting very horny!!" With several patrons staring at us, we chatted and laughed our way through two or three drinks apiece. Cleo became even more flirtatious and kept running her hand along Natasha's legs, occasionally sliding her fingers under the tiny lace skirt. "You love all the attention, don't you?" Cleo giggled as Natasha squirmed in her seat, spreading her legs to Cleo's touch. I looked down as Cleo's fingers held Natasha's legs nicely open for me and was pleased to see some very wet pussy lips. "And what about you, Cleo?" I smiled. "You're not interested in stripping off a little?" "Aren't I flashing enough leg for you, Laszlo?" Cleo laughed, as she swung one leg over another, revealing most of her thigh under her own tiny skirt. "But I think this slut Natasha's wearing a bit too much clothing", she added, winking at me. "Remember that postcard, Natasha?" Natasha smiled and sat, still open-legged, her pink pussy on full view to several gawping couples. "Sure, I'll take this off then!" she giggled and unbuttoned her top, letting it fall down around her shoulders. This wanton act prompted several people to position themselves to see Natasha's charms properly and were murmuring among themselves. Cleo, too, attracted attention, as her tits strained the flimsy fabric of her top, the straps of which were, again, down around her slim brown shoulders. "Are they strippers or something?" I could hear one woman ask her date. "Did you hear that?" whispered Cleo, giggling. "We'll give them a show, shall we?" She reached into her bag and pulled out a slender silver plastic tube. At first, I thought it was a lipstick but I almost gasped when I realised what it really was. Natasha's eyes opened wide too. "What's that for?" she giggled, fluttering her eyelashes as her hand went down to her pussy. "I'm not sticking that in me here!" she objected, pulling her legs together. "Natasha, honey, you've got everyone looking at your wet snatch already", cajoled Cleo, looking around at the watching faces. "Aren't you feeling horny knowing that all these people are admiring your beautiful body?" "This isn't what I meant, about being totally naked!" Natasha hissed to me. "If you really don't want to do this, just say so now", I said quietly, thinking that it was best to give her a way out, if she wanted it. She bit her bottom lip, silently. Slowly, her legs spread apart again and a little smile worked its way across her mouth. My finger went down to her pussy and felt Natasha's swelling wetness; she responded by spreading her legs fully apart. "Go, honey!" laughed Cleo, who was getting turned on herself, fingering the dildo. Natasha leaned back in her chair, arching backwards, thrusting her wet pussy at Cleo and I. Cleo leaned forward with the dildo and started rubbing its tip up and down Natasha's swollen lips. "Oh God!" Natasha moaned, loudly. Her hands went to her breasts and started pinching and pulling her nipples. She stretched her feet out, putting them wide apart on the low table which had our drinks on it. "You are such a little slut!" Cleo said loudly, as she started poking the dildo's end into Natasha, setting up even more obvious moaning. I couldn't help putting my hand to my pants, which were being stretched by my rock hard cock, and I noticed a number of other guys do the same. As Cleo worked the dildo slowly in, Natasha twiddled her clit with her wet fingers and moaned. "Cleo, baby", I whispered, "You want to be a part of this too?" "Mmmmm", she murmured, continuing to pleasure Natasha. By now the little crowd had grown and everybody was watching quite overtly. I took my hand off my pants and moved toward Cleo, whose butt was sticking out enticingly. I slid my hands up and down the smooth fabric, realising, with surprise, that she wasn't wearing knickers. "Oh, yeah", she continued to murmur, pushing her soft butt into my hands as they caressed her. I desperately wanted to see both girls totally naked in front of us all, so my fingers stretched her skirt down. Cleo didn't resist; the globes of her beautiful brown butt came into view and, slowly, her bare pussy was visible, bent over, wet and swollen from her obvious horniness. Cleo continued her teasing of Natasha with the dildo; the reclining girl was writhing around moaning, helping Cleo push the silver tube in and out of her as her clitoris was being stimulated expertly. I knelt and started licking Cleo from behind, as she remained bent over. She slightly adjusted her legs wider to give me better access and I could feel the crowd growing around us. I reached up and inserted first one finger, then two, into Cleo's hot pussy. "That's it!" I could hear her murmur loudly as my fingers searched for her g-spot. I wanted to lick her at the same time, so I sat on the floor facing the rest of the people, some of whom were yelling things to cheer us on. I could hear Natasha was close to orgasm, as her cries had become louder and the little squelching sounds from her pussy were obvious. Her little feet were kicking into my back as she tightened up before her climax. "Oh my God!" she squealed, so I licked Cleo's hard little clit side to side before holding it gently in my teeth and pulling on it. I couldn't believe how wet this girl was and, as Natasha's orgasm subsided, I could feel Cleo's growing. By now, Natasha was looking at us with a smile and she had some guy fondling her tits. We exchanged a smile and Natasha arched backwards with pleasure as her guy started sucking on her tits and someone else had taken the dildo from Cleo and was running it around Natasha's pussy lips once more. I was happy that someone was keeping the little slut happy, because it meant that Cleo was all mine for the moment. "That's great!" Cleo murmured, as I ran my hands up and down her thighs onto her butt, where I squeezed her firm brown cheeks. Above me, her taut breasts pushed against the fabric of her top, as her hips started to vibrate, a sure sign that her orgasm was almost there. All of a sudden, she clutched her breasts and swayed back, letting out a loud moan. Her whole body shuddered, as I held her little clit between my lips and pushed my tongue into her. She fell to her knees - on top of me - as her orgasm washed through her and I held her tight, smelling the perfume of her hair in my face. + + + "That was completely amazing!!!" Cleo giggled as we made our way back to my car. "You girls really put on a show!" I laughed, looking at them both. My cock was hard and stayed that way, watching Natasha's barely covered body sway as we walked along the pavement. Cleo had left Barrio's with her skirt around her waist but, once on the street, she pulled it down to cover herself. Even so, she looked like the embodiment of sex and I couldn't wait to have these two girls all to myself. "Well, Laszlo, back to my place?" Natasha giggled, pinching me playfully on the butt. "Sure!" I said, excitedly. "Your girlfriend couldn't match us, huh, babe?" she asked, with a wink. I nodded and grinned and thought to myself, "Definitely not!"

Tara's Ordeal by friarjohn99 Tara's Ordeal Ch.21 The Jubilant Burton University swim team boarded their bus, laughing and joking, mainly at Tara’s expense as they recalled her performance in the sports science centre. Astrid had allowed her to wear a white towelling robe and ordered her to sit in the aisle seat next to her on the bus, weary from her exertions in and out of the pool Tara meekly did as she was told, self- conscious of her nakedness under the robe. After only a few miles she was aware of Astrid’s hand on her knee, gently edging higher as she chatted and joked with the rest of the team, they were in high spirits after their victory and after Tara’s performance in the gym and the showers they felt they had a good chance of winning the Deans prize for the most imaginative use of their “volunteer”. Tara tried to look straight ahead at the road and block out the conversation, she knew what had happened and didn’t need to be reminded of every graphic, humiliating detail. She hated herself for giving in so easily, her body betraying her time and time again; even now as she unwittingly re-lived her humiliating ordeals she could feel the unmistakeable warmness between her legs. Jolted out of her reverie by a sharp pinch on her soft inner thigh Tara yelped as Astrid hissed at her to “part her legs and keep them apart” while she continued stroking the poor girls tender flesh with her exploring fingers. As the conversation continued, Astrid’s hand edged ever higher, she had slowly parted Tara’s robe, leaving her more and more exposed, in the darkness of the coach she was still quite shielded as Astrid continued her gentle ministrations, Tara caught her breath as Astrid’s hand moved higher and cupped he exposed, bald pussy. Each time the bus moved, her hand rubbed harder making Tara wince. Astrid kept laughing and chatting with the rest of the team whilst continuing to rub her hand up and down Tara’s exposed thighs and pussy, the warmth building, unnoticed by everyone else as she slowly but surely brought her victim to the edge of an orgasm. Tara steeled herself, her back straightened against the hard coach seat as she accepted her fate, Astrid grinned wickedly at her and continued her exploration, her long slim fingers gently probing and teasing Tara’s sensitive pussy lips apart, then sliding inwards and upwards, tickling her clit whilst the conversation flowed around her. Faster and faster the rhythm increased, Tara could only sit there, her robe open at the waist, her tummy full of butterflies as her ex vice -captain brought her ever closer to her climax, Tara’s bottom was clenching, her teeth gritted against the inevitable as she started to buck. Thrashing against the seat, all control lost as Astrid caused her to come, her head thrown back as she cried out in ecstasy, almost immediately realising the rest of the bus had gone totally silent, then a slow hand clap started and all Tara could do was hang her head in shame. “Up you get” ordered Astrid, who then made Tara stand up and keeping her robe open, walk the length of the bus displaying her shiny wet pussy to the whole team, her humiliation complete as she then was ordered to walk up to the driver and then sit in the front, her robe open and legs parted, until the coach pulled into the University campus. Exhausted and humiliated Tara scampered home having been sent on her way like an errant child with a smart smack on her bottom from Astrid. Alone in her room Tara examined herself in the mirror, her poor reddened buttocks an pussy still aching from the day’s events, she showered letting the warm water cascade over her, washing away the aches and pains of the day as she tried to forget about her ordeals and not worry about what the cheerleaders might have in store for her. Stepping out of the shower she towelled dry and headed for bed, suddenly remembering Suzy’s morning ritual she applied some depilatory cream to her pussy, nude as it was she didn’t want Suzy to find any stubble anywhere and have another excuse for punishing her, with the soothing cold cream applied she slipped under her duvet and tried to go to sleep. Tara lay there, unable to sleep as her mind tried to fathom what had become of her, in a short time she had gone from a popular, respected law student and swim team captain, to becoming the talking point and “plaything” of the entire campus. There could be very few people on campus who hadn’t now seen her beautiful, tanned naked body, who hadn’t seen her full breasts and dark nipples, who’s eyes hadn’t feasted on her pink denuded pussy, her firm buttocks being smacked and punished before crowds of onlooker’s. As she struggled to process her thoughts her hand crept below the duvet, she knew she should be horrified as she continually debased herself, no right thinking girl would react to such humiliation by coming again and again, helplessly enslaved by the whims of her fellow students. Unconsciously her fingers slipped lower and Tara started as she suddenly realised what she was doing, all the thoughts of her ritual humiliation flooding her mind, and she was becoming aroused, she kicked off her duvet and lay there on the bed, her fingers gently teasing herself, dipping between her legs. Parting her legs further Tara decided that in the privacy of her own room she could pleasure herself however she wished, raising her hips to meet her probing fingers Tara suddenly wailed as a sharp jolt of electricity shot up through her ankle bracelet, almost causing her to fall off the bed. “How could they know” thought Tara, shyly pulling her duvet back up, distraught to find out that somehow Suzy must be able to monitor her, even from a distance. Next Morning awoke slightly dazed, with a hot sensation between her legs, she leapt out of bed and into the shower, desperate not to be late for Suzy, she cried out as she realised she had left the cream on overnight, her poor pussy and ass were red and burning as she rinsed off the cream but she couldn’t delay leaving. Sprinting to Suzy’s she avoided any delays by pulling her hood up as she crossed campus and rang the bell just in time. “I hear you had a lovely time with the swim team yesterday” sniggered Suzy, “And it looked to me as though you enjoyed it so much you decided to re-live the memories last night” Tara’s jaw dropped as she realised that Suzy was referring to last night’s electric shock, she looked on in horror as Suzy played with the key ring, her finger hovering over the button. “B- but how did you know” she stammered through tear filled eyes, her face bright red with embarrassment as she realised that somehow her young tormentor could follow her every move, even in her own apartment, she had seen her throw the duvet off, seen her shamefully stroking herself, her most private pleasures being watched and recorded, recorded! Tara’s eyes opened wide with shock, was Suzy recording her most private moments, who would see them, she shuddered to think of rooms full of people their eyes glued to the screen as she writhed naked on her own bed, or in the hands of others, her performance in the med lab or the art studio, in the showers or on the bus, every minute since the bracelet had been fitted could have been recorded, her head sank to her chest, defeated as she stood before Suzy and her flatmate Lucy whilst they casually ate their breakfast. “Come here, closer” ordered Suzy who then without warning tugged Tara’s tracksuit to her knees, she knew now not to wear pantie’s, they would only be removed. “Legs wider, hands on head” commanded Suzy who then began the morning ritual of checking Tara for stray hairs. “Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks” numbly, Tara complied, flinching as she felt Suzy’s small exploring fingers running over her bare skin, teasing the folds of her pussy open and checking around her tight little anus. “Well well, clean as a whistle, I need you nice and clean today, my cheerleading squad are very excited about today and I want my little girl to be nice and clean for them, she patted Tara’s naked Pussy, chuckling as she saw her flinch. “I see that someone’s been a little careless with the hair removal cream, that little red pussy is going to be even more sensitive today” Tara shuddered to think what she meant but felt she’d scored a minor point against her tormentor, denying her the pleasure of getting the razor out. Caught totally off guard Tara wailed as she was spun round and suddenly found herself leaning over the kitchen table, Lucy pinning her down as Suzy leant in closer. “Not such a clever girl though are we?, you need to look after your pussy, it belongs to me after all” said Suzy, rubbing her hand down between Tara’s parted cheeks, reaching round underneath and patting her sensitive labia. “Too much cream is careless” Smack! “I must look after my pussy” Smack! Tara wailed as Suzy smacked her bare bottom, Lucy pinning her down as Suzy’s open palm smacked down again and again. “Repeat after me, I must look after Mistress Suzy’s pussy” Smack! Tara’s bottom was on fire as Suzy cruelly continued her spanking, Tara’s bottom squirming as she tried to avoid the blows raining down on her. “I m-must look after m-my p-p-pussy” she wailed, SMACK! “Who’s pussy?” thundered Suzy, landing another sharp smack on the poor defenceless girl. “I m-must look after m-mistress Suzy’s p-pussy” stammered Tara, her bottom bright red and stinging with pain as eventually she was pulled upright. “That’s a good girl” giggled Suzy, now take that tacky tracksuit off, todays the day your going to become a cheerleader”.. Tara's Ordeal Ch.22 “Pull up your trousers up you naughty girl” giggled Suzy, giving Tara a smart slap across her exposed bottom cheeks. Tara obeyed, desperate to cover her nudity but acutely aware that she was still stark naked underneath. They left Suzy’s apartment had jogged over to the gym hall, where the cheerleading squad practiced, Suzy pushed through the swing doors and Tara was shocked to see not just the cheer leading squad lounging around but also a dozen younger girls all in blue tracksuits, standing in a row, nervously shuffling their feet. “Ah, the pledges have arrived” she smiled, ”nice to see you all and I’m glad you all want to join the squad, well today we’ll find out just how much?” “Stand up straight, arms by your sides and look straight ahead” barked Suzy as she walked along the line like a sergeant major inspecting his troops. Tara stood near the door, uncomfortable as she realised that she stood out like a sore thumb, the squad were lounging in there smart blue and gold jogging suits and the pledges in there blue ones, but she was just in her old grey joggers, feeling though she shouldn’t be there. “Too fat, too short, too ugly” Suzy continued down the line, whittling down the hopefuls, Tara’s heart went out to the poor girls, their dreams being crushed so cruelly as the squad clapped and cheered as the cruel process continued. Soon there were only eight girls left, all slim, trim and beautiful, especially two blonde twins who like the others were tanned and blonde with blue eyes but they appeared a little more confident or was it arrogant than the rest. “Now for the easy bit, first up, we’re going to have a fitness teat, it’s quite simple, you have to be able to do more press ups than Tara here, she’s a swimmer and I’ve heard she looks down on us cheerleaders, so get to it, Now!” She pushed Tara so she was beside the younger girls, as pledges they had only just turned eighteen so they probably thought she was an old woman, she’d show them. One by one they flopped to the floor as Tara kept going, it seemed childish but she felt it would be a small victory over Suzy and her clique if she proved swimmers were fitter. Eventually it was just Tara and the twins, all three of them pumping down and up, the squad cheering them on until with a defeated cry the two blondes crashed to the floor gasping for breath as Tara kept on going. “Ok, ok” called Suzy, “You can stop showing off now, though I don’t think my two cousins like you any more” laughed Suzy as the defeated blonde twins glared at Tara. “Hmm, not too impressive ladies” chided Suzy as the exhausted pledges again formed an orderly line, “I think we need a better look at you, you’re obviously not fit enough, tracksuits off” Immediately the remaining eight girls stripped off their tracksuits, Tara could feel their hesitation and awkwardness as they now all stood there in tight blue leotards, with a big P on them. They were only eighteen but their bodies were toned and tanned and the skin tight leotards hugged every contour, Tara could sense the Pledges embarrassment as Suzy walked along the line, inspecting them. “You should be honoured to have got this far and be able to wear the blue of Burton University, but to get to the Blue and Gold takes a whole deal more, do you want it?” “Yes” Suzy “I said DO YOU WANT IT” shouted Suzy, causing them all to stand even straighter, eager to impress the cheer leading captain, their desperation written across their anxious beautiful faces. Tara stood up, trying to catch her breath, regretting her competitiveness, the last thing she needed was any more trouble, if only she’d known they were Suzy’s relatives, she may have let them win, but her competitive streak wouldn’t let her. “Ok ladies” said Suzy, turning to her team mates,” I think it’s time for the fun to begin, we’ve got the big game later so we need to see if this lot will make the grade, now let’s get a better look at you, let’s get you naked!” The stunned girls looked at one another not knowing whether Suzy was joking and the rest of the squad started clapping and whistling. “I’m going to count to ten, 1,2,3” Suzy started counting down, enjoying the look of panic as the girls tried to make up their minds, then with an anguished sob, Mandy, Suzy’s cousin peeled off her leotard and blushing furiously, stood there naked. Quickly the other girls followed suit as Suzy continued counting, and the squad kept cheering, until all eight girls were stark naked, trying to shield their nudity with their arms and hands, until Suzy barked at them to stands to attention. Tara, still in her grey tracksuit, looked on, her heart going out to the confused naked girls; she knew exactly how they felt, totally exposed to a group of strangers, in the bright light of the gym hall. The cheerleading captain approached the first girl, tall, blonde and beautiful but clearly nervous as she was eyed up and down, she flinched as Suzy ran her palm over her flat tummy and jumped as her breasts were then stroked and evaluated, her face crimson with shame as Suzy kept up a running commentary as she squeezed the girls firm buttocks and finally ran her fingers through the girls sparse pubic hairs. She went down the line, prodding and squeezing, asking what the others thought as each of the eight prospects was physically assessed, even Mandy and Sharon, her young cousins were subject to the same scrutiny, there large blue eyes wide with apprehension as they realised there were no favours and their naked bodies were evaluated like a prize horse at the county fair. Tara looked on as they squirmed in shame, and her heart went out to them, but at the same time she began to feel the faint traces of something else, she was totally shocked that it was jealousy! She had been stripped, spanked and humiliated in every conceivable way over the past week and now, somehow she felt strange being the one who was clothed whilst the eight beautiful naked wannabe cheerleaders would have given anything to trade places. “Well, first problem is too much hair” laughed Suzy”, luckily we anticipated this and have kindly organized some razors” the eight girls looked terrified as she handed out four white towels and four sets of razors. “Come here” she beckoned to Tara and then positioned her facing the line of nervous girls. “Let me introduce you to someone” said Suzy, she then suddenly yanked down Tara’s jogging bottoms so they bunched around her knees, the girls gasped, shocked to see the older girl being treated in such a way. “This is Tara Jones and today she is our property, our plaything if you like” Tara stared straight ahead, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone, embarrassed that once more her completely shaven pussy was once more on open display and there was nothing she could do about it. “Before you start feeling sorry for her you should understand that she was caught stealing from the Deans office and she has elected to be punished on campus rather than go to jail, so spare the sympathetic looks, she would have dragged the good name of Burton University through the mud and deserves everything she gets” Immediately Tara sensed a change of attitude in the room, a power shift, naked and vulnerable as they were the young pledgee’s were above her in the pecking order and they realised that it would obviously help their cause to follow Suzy’s lead and humiliate her if they had the chance, she caught an evil glint in Mandy’s eye. Suzy took hold of Tara’s shoulder and pushed her closer to the girls, causing her to stumble with her trousers around her knees. “I want all of you to run your fingers over Tara’s mound, that is what a hairless pussy should feel like” Suzy pulled her along the line and each of the eight girls felt between Tara’s parted thighs, running their fingers over the smooth flesh, Tara was scarlet with shame as Suzy urged them to reach right underneath, before spinning her around and bending her double. “Run your fingers around there too” she urged, pulling Tara’s buttocks apart, “I want your asses to be as smooth as that, if you want to be a cheerleader this is what is expected of you, now I want each girl to shave the girl on their left and then you can swap over” Suzy went along the line issuing the razors and towels to four of the girls and then ordered the four to be shaved to part their legs, she then went down the line and sprayed each one with shaving foam and rubbing it over their pussy’s and then between their bottom cheeks. Tara was pulled to her feet and cried out as Suzy then hauled her trousers up sharply, almost lifting her off her feet, the grey material of her tracksuit bottoms cutting painfully into her crack, but knowing what would happen if she tried to dislodge it as she was ordered to stand and watch. Mandy appealed to her cousin “Suzy, please don’t make me do this” she wailed as she stood holding the razor, her sister on her left standing there mortified with embarrassment, her pussy covered in a creamy lather. “If you want to be a cheerleader you’ll do it, otherwise you can leave right now, little cousin” With a resigned expression on her pretty face, Mandy turned to her naked sister and told her to part her thighs wider, before kneeling before her and nervously applying the razor to her sister’s bush. The cheerleaders urged them on, laughing and giggling as the young girls carried out the humiliating task of shaving each other, then they had to stand to attention, eight freshly shaved, pink pussies as Suzy inspected them one by one, ordering them to turn and bend over then clasp their ankles as she checked for any remaining hairs. Satisfied, Suzy announced “Well done girls, now that wasn’t so hard was it?” the girls shyly nodded and stood waiting further instructions, nervous as to what else their initiation would involve. Tara still stood, uncomfortable as her trousers still rode up inside her, she flinched as Suzy approached. “Don’t worry girls you can all put your leotards back on now before we start some basic dance moves, but someone here obviously thinks you look nice” Before she could react Tara was hoisted in the air, Suzy pulling her trousers even higher almost cutting her in half, then all she could hear was laughter, she opened her eyes to see they were all pointing and giggling, Suzy turned her so she was facing one of the full length mirrors and there for all to see was a large dark stain, her pussy was soaking, the site of the eighteen year olds being stripped and humiliated had turned her on without her realising, once more her body betraying her most basic instincts. Suzy soon stripped off Tara’s top and trousers, leaving her stark naked whilst the rest were now at least partly dressed, then Suzy grabbed one of the damp towels and roughly rubbed Tara’s pussy clean. “I think it’s time we moved through to the dance studio ladies, we need to see what you can do and as part of your test we’ll let you help put Tara here through her paces and I want you to try and think how we can use her in this evenings game, I know the team are eager to see her perform” laughed Suzy, leading a naked Tara through to the studio. They marched through to the studio, it was quite busy with the cheerleading squad practising their moves but they stopped as Suzy led in a naked Tara and the eight pledges wearing only their skimpy leotards. “Ok girls, now we’ll see what your made of” chuckled Suzy, “we’re too busy to train you just now so coach Johnson has kindly volunteered to help and his son Jeff, a freshman here at Burton is going to assist him, over to you coach” Suzy turned as a very upright, military looking man marched in, followed by his slightly geeky looking son. “Mr Johnson coaches the senior men’s wrestling team and Jeff is studying digital image reproduction techniques, which is why he has his camera so your all to do whatever they tell you to if you want to continue your initiation, any questions” The girls just looked at their feet, nervously fidgeting in their leotards, “how bad could it be?” “at least we’re not naked like Tara, she’ll probably get the attention”. “Right, listen up ladies” barked the coach as Suzy and the rest of the team looked on, giggling as the poor girls stood in a terrified line, not knowing what was going to happen next. “Let’s see twenty star jumps” The girls and Leapt into action, terrified of the fierce drill instructor. Tara was mortified as her large breasts bounced painfully up and down as her naked body stretched outwards and upwards, the girls doing likewise but she caught a sidewise glimpse of Mandy grinning evilly at her as she easily performed the task, safe in the knowledge that at least she wasn’t stark naked like Tara, her body shamefully exposed to everyone in the room. “19,20….good work, stop to catch your breath ladies” called the coach as he walked along the line of panting girls. “You, what’s your name?” “T-tara Jones sir” stammered Tara, trying to catch her breath and retain her dignity whilst stark naked. “And why are you naked as the day you were born young lady” “Well, w-well I was cau…” mumbled Tara, terrified how he would react to having a thief before him, but before she could finish, Suzy called out” “She’s a pledge coach, like all the others, she’s just realised she wants to be a cheerleader a little later then the young ‘uns, she’s naked because she thinks it’ll improve her performance, freedom of movement and all that, I think that’s real dedication coach” Confused Tara just stood there, all the while conscious of the coach’s son Jeff moving around with his camera, recording everything for some project he was working on. “Too damn right” cheered the coach, “All of you, get those costumes off now, you should be ashamed of yourselves, if she can make the little sacrifice so can you, if you really want to be cheerleaders that is” Mandy and the other girls glared at Tara “teacher’s pet” someone mumbled as they fidgeted about, not knowing what to do until Suzy called over “Coach’s right you know, I think you should all follow Tara’s good example, so strip ‘em off” she giggled. The beautiful blonde girls realised they had no choice and peeled off their leotards, eight tanned and toned girls stood awkwardly whilst the coach looked on as his son walked along the line filming and snapping away at their embarrassed red faces as they anxiously tried to cover their nakedness in front of all the onlookers. The dance studio was surrounded by mirrors, with exercise mats and a ballet bar at the far end, immediately the coach started barking out orders, “Hit the floor and give me twenty” then he had them twisting and stretching, their tanned bodies glistening with sweat as he drove them on, there were gasps and grunts of exertion as they tried to obey him, fearful of recriminations if they were caught slacking. Jeff kept snapping away with his camera as the girls were forced into every degrading position imaginable, Tara could feel his breath on her buttocks as he zoomed in close as she was ordered to touch her toes twenty times, she grimaced with effort whilst he was having the time of his life. “Across to the bar, let’s see how flexible you are” shouted coach as the exhausted girls trudged over to the long wooden bar, raised high off the ground in front of the mirrors, they were no ballerinas but they knew what was expected as they were ordered to put one ankle over the bar and stretch forward, straining their sinews as they tilted forward. Jeff knelt underneath, scanning along the row as nine cleanly shaven pussy’s were stretched painfully open, he recorded their shiny pink inner flesh as it was so cruelly exposed ,as coach forced them to stretch deeper, their long tanned thighs forced straight as they gracefully leaned forward, their taut buttock muscles bunched tightly as they were told to hold the position as Jeff hadn’t finished filming, lying on his back pointing his camera upwards between their legs, the boys in his film class were going to love this. The mortified girls could see their own reflections in the mirror as coach put them through a number of manoeuvres, their naked bodies shamefully exposed as they were contorted into high kicks and most embarrassing of all, the splits, the sinews on their tanned inner thighs stretched to breaking as they struggled to hold the position, once more with the leering Jeff filming every minute, Tara flinching as he moved in for a close up, his sweaty face only inches from her splayed pussy lips. “Ok ladies, one move we need to practice is the lift” announced coach, “Tara come here, now place your foot in my hands and keep your arms out to your sides” Tara found herself suddenly lifted high in the air, she had seen the squad do this, like a human pyramid, she flinched as coach lowered her, intentionally lowering her in such a manner that her shaved pussy rubbed over his face as with a huge grin he placed her feet on the floor. Tara was stunned as the coach licked his lips and chuckled “That tasted good” much to the amusement of the other girls. “Only an hour till the game so we need to get going, time for a little outdoor work, follow me” Realising they had to follow him, if they wanted to be accepted, they trooped after him, nine naked girls suddenly outside on the running track, there were hoots and whistles form the Jocks and cheerleaders who were already out there warming up. The girls tried to huddle together, shielding their nudity, it was quite blustery and their skin was soon covered in goose bumps, their nipples like bullets as they were ordered to once more line up in front of Coach with his ever present creepy son filming away. “We’ve got an eight hundred metre track so a couple of laps should get everyone nice and warmed up” said coach, “but to make it more fun, and to ensure you give it your best we’re gonna play ‘Devil takes the hindmost, which means I’ll blow the whistle every hundred yards and we halt, then whoever is that the back will be spanked by whoever is in the lead, it’s a sure fire way to get the best out of you” he chuckled. “Go” he yelled, and they set off, Tara was taller and fitter than the younger girls, they were toned from dancing but this was different, the whistle blew, and they stopped. “We have a winner” called coach, “or should I say loser?” The poor young girl was only just behind the pack but she had no choice but to clasp her ankles, as instructed and equally Tara had no choice other than to step up and with her open palm, administer six smacks to the girls quivering bottom cheeks. “Harder” warned Coach “do it again properly or fastest runner or not young lady, you will be on the receiving end” The girl cried out as Tara had to administer a further six strokes, much to the amusement of the onlookers as the poor girl jumped up, tears in her eyes as she clutched her bright red bottom cheeks. Suzy and all the Jocks watched them s they continued round the track, stopping when the whistle went and invariably it was Tara at the front as one by one the younger girls tired, the last one being Suzy’s cousin Mandy , who wailed like a baby, kicking her feet out as Tara unwillingly carried out her duty. “Suzy,s-suzy you can’t let her do this” wailed Mandy rubbing her bottom as Tara finished her duty. “Don’t worry girls I’m sure you’ll get your revenge somehow” laughed Suzy “don’t forget you’re meant to be dreaming something up for her, but if it makes you feel better” “Tara Jones come over here” yelled Suzy, and they all trotted over, Tara hanging back, anxious as to what Suzy had in mind. Suzy’s boyfriend Brad was there with the rest of the team and all the pledges and cheerleaders gathered round, “Jeff, you might want to get this on film too” Suzy sat down on the coach’s bench and beckoned Tara over so she was standing, naked before everyone. “I’ve been watching you Jones, even now, naked as you are you still think you’re so superior, with your law degree and swimming, you think we’re just dumb bimbos and Jocks well let’ just remind you who’s in charge here, over my lap, NOW” Terrified to disobey Tara did as she was told, her beautiful tanned body draped over the younger girls lap, she gaped as someone kicked her feet apart and closed her eyes as she felt the breeze on her parted pussy lips as Suzy told her to raise her hips. She didn’t expect the first blow, a sharp “Slap” as harder skin connected with the soft skin of her bottom, “Slap” another, and another, they were queuing up, every single one taking a turn at smacking her bottom as Suzy, laughing and giggling, held her tightly. The sheer embarrassment was worse than the pain, the humiliation as they took their turn, laughing at her predicament as she wriggled her bottom trying to avoid the blows, conscious that the more she wriggled and writhed the more she was exposing her most private places, the shame was overwhelming. Suddenly it was over and Tara was pulled to her feet, her hair dishevelled and her face as red as her bottom as Suzy coolly eyed her up and down, “Come closer”, Tara shuffled even closer to her and flinched as with a wicked grin Suzy lent forward and with the fingers of one hand gently parted Tara’s pussy lips, then slowly, easily slipped two fingers of her other hand inside, Tara’s shame was complete as a gloating Suzy held up her shiny fingers to the gathered crowd. “Ok girls, take her away and get her ready for the game, but if I were you I’d clean her out thoroughly first” Mandy gripped Tara’s hand firmly and grinned at Suzy, don’t worry cuz, we won’t let you down” Everyone trooped off to the dressing rooms, the Jocks shouting and psyching themselves up and the cheerleaders and naked pledges jogged to their changing room. Tara looked on nervously as the cheerleading squad stripped off and started getting into their match day blue and gold costumes, she looked on enviously as Suzy chucked the blue leotards to Mandy and the other pledges. “Put those back on girls, there’s going to be thirty thousand people at the game so we can’t have you naked” she laughed and they gratefully slipped their leotards on, they were extremely tight and revealing but after spending half the day naked the young girls were delighted to have regained a little dignity. “Mandy and Sharon, you get Tara prepared and we’ll see you all in half an hour on the touchline, this is going to be a great night!” Tara was then grabbed by Mandy and Sharon and led to the shower area they had a tray of paints and implements and ordered her to stand still, part her legs and put her hands behind her head. “Suzy’s decided that you aren’t worthy of a cheerleaders uniform and you don’t deserve a leotard so we’ve come up with a great solution as we don’t want your big fat body offending everyone” giggled Sharon as they started to mix some blue and gold paints together. “just remembered there’s something we need to take care of first” giggled Mandy as she grabbed a towel and dipped it into some water before roughly scrubbing between Tara’s parted thighs,”We can’t have you lowering the image of Burton, you really should learn to control yourself” she chided, like a strict matron. The two girls set about painting Tara in the blue and gold of Burton University’s football team, she had to stand still as the little brushes got to work. Quickly they re-created a basic cheerleaders outfit, then taking their time with detailing, the tickly brushes circling her nipples in gold paint, then ordering her to bend over, working the blue paint deeply between her buttocks before spinning Tara round and ordering her to not move Mandy started on the fine detail, the little coarse brush gently tickling as she worked the paint up her shaking inner thighs until she reached her delicate pussy lips. “We need to cover every inch” she giggled, before dipping the little bristles inside Tara’s already moist pussy. She gritted her teeth, refusing to give in, desperate not to give in once again, but the itchy little brush was subtly being teased inside, Mandy grinning as she saw the effect it was having, dipping in and out, teasingly grazing Tara’s painfully engorged clitoris until, unable to resist any longer, she capitulated and with a defeated sob gave into the climax that had been threatening to break through, she pulsated, her tummy heaving and her buttocks clenching as she surrendered to her climax. “You naughty, naughty girl, we don’t have time to re-paint you” chided Mandy as she took a paper towel and rubbed Tara’s tender, moist, pussy dry. “You’ll just have to go out like that and hope no one notices” Tara looked in the mirror, she was stunned, she looked amazing, the girls had actually done a fantastic job, she actually looked as though she had a costume on, the colours and detail were perfect, then she gasped as looking down, the only bit of her that wasn’t perfect was the pink strip revealing her shaved sex, where the paint had been wiped off, then before she could protest they all were ordered out onto the pitch side. Tara was stunned, there were at least thirty thousand people in the stadium, it was a huge game for Burton and the whole University were there, the weather was looking threatening but the atmosphere was electric. She was happy as she was ordered to sit on the bench, hiding her embarrassing pink bits, there were film crews everywhere and Jeff was still hovering about but he seemed more taken with the fact that as a light rain came down the pledges leotards were becoming more and more revealing. The game started and Tara got caught up in it, Brad, as quarterback was running a good game and it was going well, she even reluctantly had to admire Suzy and her crew, they really were good at what they did, the crowd were going wild, as the rain got heavier. The little remote control buggy was whizzing back and forth taking the kickers T out each time there was a field goal opportunity and Zac, the Burton Kicker kept the scoreboard ticking over. Tara was so engrossed in the game that she hadn’t really noticed the rain, other than to see the growing excitement in the crowd as the pledges leotards got wetter and more transparent, they had to stay touchline and yell encouragement yet all the while they were providing the crowd with more entertainment than the football, eight young nubile girls with tight bodies, every contour, their obviously shaven mounds revealed through the fabric, to the crowds delight. The game was coming to a close and the score was tied, Tara was secretly delighted, she’d avoided exposure, sat on the bench and to the naked eye fully dressed, then the whistle went and before she knew it Tara was dragged to her feet by Suzy who had come across to her. “Tara, the buggy has broken down, we need someone to hold the ball steady for Zac, get over there, you just have to lay there and keep your finger on the ball to stop it toppling” Not sure what was happening, Tara nervously jogged over to the middle of the pitch where Zac was waiting, the crowd cheering wildly as the attractive brunette cheerleader jogged through the rain. The rain was getting harder as Tara reached the middle of the park, “Just lay down and keep the ball upright” said Zac as the crowd got wilder. The driving rain was washing the paint from her body, lying in the middle of the pitch, her legs parted embarrassingly wide to keep her balance as she still held the ball for Zac, “Hurry up and kick it” she thought, as the cheering got louder. Then she heard a funny electrical buzzing sound, but the cheering drowned it out as still, Zac waited and the crowd roared with excitement, then suddenly Tara almost screamed with shock as something nudged between her outstretched legs, the crowd erupted, they were in hysterics. Desperate to shut it all out Tara nervously opened up one eye and glanced at the screen, she wanted to die, she could see, as could thirty thousand other people, the little remote buggy bumping up between her outstretched legs, the knobbly rubber tyres whizzing on the turf, spinning against her sensitive skin as it was trapped between her legs. The crowd started clapping, the tension building as Zac waited to take the kick, the rubber wheels rubbing relentlessly against her wet exposed pussy as she lay on the turf, the friction getting harder to bear as the crowd chanted and laughed hysterically. Tara tried to block out the noise of the crowd, pressing her face into the grass to try and hide her embarrassment, now they were chanting her name, “TARA, TARA”, could it get any worse! Glimpsing at the huge screen again, as the persistent little buggy’s engine whirred incessantly between her legs, the heat and vibration of the knobbly rubber tyres pummelling her delicate pussy, Tara groaned as she saw a photo of herself blown up a hundred times, but worse was that it spelled out her name and that she was being punished for stealing, the crowd were going wild. The warm rain was now lashing down, her naked back and legs soaking as the droplets cascaded off her, the cheers were getting louder as she ground her hips downwards into the soil, anything to avoid what was building within, again she peaked at the screen and let out a sob, the rain had totally washed away her costume, her pink naked body was now as exposed as the day she was born, but this time in front of thirty thousand people. Zac was enjoying himself, he had the best view in the house, Tara’s beautiful butt and toned thighs were writhing on the slippery grass, it was almost impossible to take the kick as her fingers trembled on the ball. The butterflies were building inside her tummy and her breath was coming in gasps, Tara clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as with a cry of abandonment she gave into the inevitable, the little engine had defeated her as she bucked and writhed on the grass, she felt a rush of wind by her face and a huge roar from the crowd, she lay there and felt someone turn the little truck around, nervously she opened her eyes and gingerly tried to roll over. Tara looked up into Zacs grinning face as he watched the buggy trundle over the grass into the waiting hands of Suzy, who picked it up and held it aloft before making a big show to the cameras of licking it clean, to the cheers of the crowd. It took Tara a minute to realise she was now lying in the centre of the pitch, soaking wet and stark naked, her legs splayed apart and her tender pussy, hairless and exposed to the camera, her puffy labia wet from her own juices as they mingled with the rain as it washed over her. Suddenly she felt hands lifting her to her feet, “Up you get lazy bones” laughed Suzy, pulling her up. The cheerleaders and players were all over the pitch celebrating Burton’s victory, Zacs kick had won the game and he was being carried shoulder high, then Tara was dragged over to the cheerleading squad, by Suzy. “Ok girls, one more show then we can really celebrate, its pyramid time” called Suzy, as the girls started to move into position” Tara saw Mandy and the other pledges standing to attention at the side, their costumes were virtually transparent, every contour, every tiny detail of their toned eighteen year old bodies was on show, their hardened nipples pushing against the flimsy material the high cut costumes gigging deep between their legs, their hairless mounds prominent under the stretched fabric, even their slits were clearly visible to the on looking fans. Tara was beckoned by Alice, the cheerleaders vice-captain, tanned, blonde and beautiful like the rest of them, she was also the strongest and easily hoisted Tara skywards until she was at the pinnacle of the human pyramid, her naked body on display to an audience of thirty thousand cheering football fans, her arms extended, holding out the blue and gold pom poms of Burton University. Tara had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in her life, as the rain continued to beat down on her shiny, naked body as the crowd cheered on. The enormity of her situation hit her at that moment, in a week she had endured every humiliation imaginable, she had been punished and chastised by her fellow students, every single inch of her body had been captured on film and shown around the campus, her body was no longer her own property, she was a toy to be used by anyone who wanted, they just had to contact Suzy and she was theirs to do with what they wished. As these thought cascaded through her mind Tara opened her eyes to watch the crowd watching her, she knew her body was good, her beautifully toned body, her large firm breasts pointing upwards as the cool rain washed away the last remnants of her painted on costume, her arms stretched outwards like the girl from Titanic as Alice held her firmly. Nervously looking down Tara saw Alice looking up at her with a sly grin, she cringed inwardly as she realised what Alice could see, she was looking directly up between her trembling legs, grinning evilly as she parted Tara’s feet farther apart, she could see Tara’s shiny wet pussy opening like a flower above her. Tara gasped as Alice started to gently lower her, she flinched, almost losing her footing as Alice lowered her further until her naked, bald pussy was inched from Alice’s face, the crowd were going wild and Tara nearly fell, taking the whole pyramids with her, she was unable to escape as Alice lifted her up and down, the crowd watching the large screen could see everything as her nose and then her tongue rubbed against Tara’s shamefully exposed pussy. Looking wildly around Tara saw Mandy grinning up at her, a superior look in her eye as she enjoyed Tara’s humiliation in fron of the massive crowd. Again and again Alice manoeuvred the helpless law student so that she could invade her parted pussy lips with her tongue, Tara’s already painfully sensitive clitoris hardened as the cheer leaders invasive tongue sought it out, teasing it from behind it’s little sheath, Tara could not believe that yet again her body was going to betray her as her thighs began to quiver and buttocks clench as the warmth flooded into her tummy and her large breasts heaved a she tried to catch her breath, until with a groan she climaxed, at the top of the human pyramids in front of thirty thousand witnesses, almost every one of them carrying a camera phone. The crowd kept cheering and laughing as they began to disperse, the cheerleaders skilfully stepped down, Suzy smiling as she even helped Tara back down, she surprised Tara by gently stroking her chin and caressing a few stray hairs form her eyes, “You’ve been fantastic, we’ll make a cheer leader of you yet” The pledges and run in earlier and Suzy took an exhausted Tara back towards the changing rooms, her body shiny with rain and blades of grass and sweat, she led Tara over to the benches and picked up a nice white fluffy towel and started to pat her dry. Tara glanced over towards the showers, there was steam billowing out as the hot water jetted down, she meekly assumed the position allowing Suzy to start patting her dry with the towel, flinching slightly as she rubbed it up between her legs, her sensitive, tender pussy parting slightly as the material wiped her dry, she jumped as the door opened and was shocked to see the half-naked jocks pile in. Laughing and joking they filled the room with boisterous behaviour, high fiving and celebrating their victory. “Hey Suzy, you got the boys victory rewards sorted out” Hollered Brad, Suzy’s boyfriend. “Sure honey, they’re lined up and waiting, it’s amazing how much some girls want to be cheerleaders” she giggled. Just then the steam cleared slightly and Tara gasped, all the pledges were stark naked, kneeling with their knees as far apart as possible, their hands behind their backs and their pretty faces tilted upwards, their mouths open, freshly applied ruby lipstick making them even more doll like in their appearance, Tara saw a look of total embarrassment and apprehension in Mandy’s eyes, she saw her gulp with nerves, her jaw twitching as a group of eight naked jocks disappeared into the steamy white tiled shower room. Suzy then looked directly at Tara as she spoke to Brad, “but don’t worry honey, I‘ve saved the best for the quarterback”, she winked at Tara and let Brad take her by the hand and lead her towards the showers, “I’m pretty sure she knows what’s expected of her” and she gave Tara a playful pat on her exposed bottom cheeks, then waving the little key ring in the air, “And I’m pretty sure she knows what will happen otherwise” Brad turned to go, with a huge grin on his face, “Just don’t be too rough on her, she has a long term ahead of her and the emails keep flooding in, I had a great one this morning from a student called ‘Jack Straw’, he’s come up with some great ideas”, then turning to a nervous Tara she said “I’m just ‘Happy’ it’s you and ‘Not me’”

The Amateur Revival by Hstoner The Amateur Revival Ch. 02 Nude performance. Over Carol's objection, I put my pants on that Saturday evening long enough to pay the girl who delivered our pizza. We both got dressed to go to the supermarket on Sunday morning to get things for breakfast and dinner. Otherwise, Carol and I stayed nude until she dressed to go to work Monday morning. We made love enough times over that day and a half that we were both sore. It was a good sore. Our next rehearsal was to learn the "group dance." Kim's dictum was "if you're going to perform nude, you rehearse nude." We also had to learn it nude. I'm not sure it was truly a dance, more a series of movements to music. The scene started with us standing bunched together at center stage with our arms in the air, a pose taken from the original show. When the music started, we began running around the stage, doing things like cartwheels and rolls that had to be choreographed so we didn't hit each other. That was followed by each guy picking a girl up from behind under her shoulders and spinning her around. The women had to keep their legs spread. "Show some slit," Kim instructed. The "dance" ended with us lining up boy-girl-boy-girl and leapfrogging over each other until we were all offstage. Seeing this written description, it sounds a little goofy, but it was fun to do. Another development at this next rehearsal was the presence of Kim's boyfriend Luke, clothed of course. "Luke's my second set of eyes," Kim told us. Luke would attend all the remaining rehearsals. We spent almost three hours getting the "group dance" to the point where we weren't running into each other. Kim finally called a break. "We'll start on the couples' dances next. I'll e-mail each couple when I want to work with them." In addition to the group dance, each couple would do a dance by themselves. Again, I don't know whether what Carol and I did was really dancing. Our dance started with the two of us standing back-to-back at center stage. When the music started, we each ran to the side of the stage we were facing. The bulk of the dance was the two of us running patterns across the stage in which we came very close to each other but never touched. The dance ended with Carol going into the stage left wings. I stood slightly right of center stage facing left. Carol was to run at me and leap with me catching her legs and lifting her in an upright position until her knees were level with my face. I was to hold her in that position and do a 360 degree turn. Kim was emphatic, "I want you to hold Mom high enough that the audience can see her mound above your head and your dick below her feet." When I completed the turn, Carol was supposed to slide down my body with us embracing "passionately" when her feet hit the stage floor. Wisely, Kim started with us practicing the end of the dance. More wisely, Kim had borrowed some thick gym mats for us to practice on. The tricky part was for Carol to time her jump so I could catch her and use her momentum to lift her up. That meant she couldn't jump too far from me or too close to me. In practice we did both. When Carol jumped too early, I could catch her but couldn't lift her. The result was I usually dropped her. When Carol jumped too late, she usually knocked me over and the two of us landed in a heap on the mat. It took a lot of time, but we finally mastered it. The rest of our dance was easy. The only parts of the original show which Kim had retained were the opening "taking off the robe" scene and the final scene which ended with the cast in the nude "daisy chain" line across the stage that was an iconic image from the original show. Consistent with the show's original formats, Kim had included a few skits. In the sequence of the show, my first skit was with Sarah and Derrick, called "Circumcision." Sarah came onstage in a suit and began a monologue about male circumcision. When Sarah said, "Let's look at an example of a circumcised dick," I walked onstage nude and stood beside Sarah. I am circumcised. Sarah took my dick in her hand and began talking about it. A camera mounted over the stage projected an image of my dick in Sarah's hand on a large screen upstage. When Sarah finished talking about my dick, she said "Let's look at an uncircumcised dick." Derrick then walked onstage nude and stood on the opposite side of Sarah from me. Derrick was not circumcised. Sarah took Derricks dick in her hand and talked about it while an image of Derrick's dick in Sarah's hand appeared on the screen. The scene ended with Sarah facing the audience and saying, "The most important question is whether a circumcised dick or an uncircumcised dick provides greater stimulation in the vagina. I need to research that further." All three of us then faced upstage. Sarah put an arm around each of our bare backs we walked upstage together. A curtain came down behind us. The most interesting, and longest, part of Kim's re-written show came in the middle. The portion had no script. Instead, the couples came onstage nude, one couple at a time, and simply talked about their experience of being nude onstage in front of an audience and why they were doing the show. The idea was to say what you were thinking and what we said was meant to change from performance to performance. Beyond establishing the order in which the couples would appear, Kim never rehearsed this segment. We moved into the theater for rehearsals the second full week of April. Even Sarah, Maria, Aaron, and Antonio had gotten comfortable going nude in the room we had used on campus. Sure, Kim and Luke were there clothed; but the rest of us were nude and there was no one else coming and going. It had become like our own locker room. Walking onto the stage naked for the first time, in front of the auditorium full of empty seats, gave all of us, I think, a strong sense that we were naked in a place where people are supposed to wear clothes. The sense of exposure was heightened by the fact we who were nude were a minority in the huge room. During that first rehearsal in the theater, there were probably twenty clothed people working on lights, sound, the few sets, and setting up storage of our few costumes. We were also introduced to the two theater students who would be the stage manager and assistant stage manager: Clarissa and Doug respectively. At first, our nudity attracted a lot of attention from the crew. Carol, LaTonya, Sarah, and Maria drew most of the attention, of course. After some initial hesitance, all four women reconciled to the idea that they were there to be seen nude. I never quite got over the feeling I was doing something naughty when I walked out of the dressing room, across the hall, and through the door into the backstage buck naked. We opened on the first Thursday night in May. Our "dress" rehearsals were the preceding Tuesday and Wednesday. On Tuesday, we got a shock: make-up! I don't think any of us had thought about wearing make-up. I hadn't known that bare skin doesn't look natural under stage lights. We needed a base all over our bodies to appear to have natural skin tones. We would also need facial make-up so that lips and eyebrows didn't wash out. Kim also wanted us to use make-up to make our pubic hair stand out a little. It took a couple of hours on Tuesday for one of Kim's classmates to teach us about make up and for us to be made up that first time. Getting make up on all parts of our bodies became a collaborative effort. That was fun and created a sexy mood for the rehearsal, which may have been part of the plan. Carol told me that the theater's maximum seating capacity was 350. About a dozen clothed people, including Kim's faculty advisor, were sitting down front for that first "dress" rehearsal. While we'd gotten comfortable being nude with each other, that first dress rehearsal again put us through the anxiety, and excitement, of being nude in front of strangers. I think we were all having fun with it by the end of the rehearsal. We had to wash the make-up off our bodies after rehearsal. The dressing room had a tiled shower room with showerheads mounted around the walls, and two individual shower stalls that afforded privacy. No one used the stalls. After the rehearsal, we all showered together. Kim had a videographer and still photographer come to the second dress rehearsal. Carol and I still have copies of the video and the stills from that rehearsal. The video is fun to watch every now and again. Kim had also gotten reporters from the daily campus paper and the weekly Cambridge newspaper to attend. Both women were, I think, shocked and then fascinated. Each cast member, still nude, was interviewed by one or the other reporter. However, the advance stories in the Thursday student paper and on the weekly paper's website were disappointingly brief. I awoke that Thursday morning and went to Carol's kitchen to make coffee while Carol got dressed for work. She had a client meeting that morning. Carol walked into the kitchen looking gorgeous, even in a business suit. I had yet to put anything on. "I see you're ready for this evening," Carol teased as she took a mug of coffee from me. "You look great," I said, "but you look better in costume." Carol took a slug of coffee. "Tonight's the night," she said. "Are we ready for this?" I asked. Carol let out a sigh. "Talk about conflicted," she said. "Part of me can't wait to get naked and prance around showing everyone everything and another part of me hopes the show is cancelled at the last minute. I'm glad you're going to be there with me." "I'll go anywhere and do anything with you," I replied. "I know," Carol said and hugged me. "You don't realize how happy that makes me." We held each other tight for a few moments until Carol said, "I have got to get going." "Pick you up here at 4:00?" I asked. "Perfect," Carol replied and went into the garage. The show didn't start until 8:00 p.m. Carol and I were going to be at the theater ridiculously early. It didn't matter if we were the first. Carol had a key. The weather was typical early May, cool at night but comfortable once the sun came up. I drove home, changed into running gear, went to the nearby state park, and ran trails for a couple of hours. As I ran, I thought about what it would be like in several hours when I was standing onstage in front of an audience naked. I thought about Carol standing naked next to me. I visualized LaTonya, Sarah, and Maria standing onstage naked too. I wondered how they would feel at that moment. I was getting myself excited. I'd have to be very careful about that. When I picked Carol up, she had traded her business suit for a pullover top, slacks, and flats. She carried a light jacket and a small bag. Raising the bag up, she said. "I'm sure I won't need any of this, but I'll feel better having it." To me at least, Carol looked very beautiful. As I reached out to open the stage door for Carol, she said, "Oh boy." The door was unlocked. I followed Carol in. Kim, the stage managers, and the crew were already there doing whatever they did. Clarissa saw us and gestured towards a cardboard box in the corner. "Programs in there," she said. "Help yourselves." The show wasn't using a traditional booklet program, both because of cost and because some cast members didn't want written evidence that they were in the show. The program was a single, one-sided sheet listing the scenes in order (there was no intermission). At the bottom was a line, "Produced and directed by Kimberly Dwyer." Another line beneath that said, "We thank the City of Cambridge and the Old High School Theater Group." After walking around idly for a few minutes, I followed Carol into the dressing room. "We might as well get our clothes off," Carol said. We walked to a locker with a bench in front of it and began undressing. By that time, Carol and I had undressed together dozens of times, in private and with others. This time was different. We were both eager and hesitant at the same time. When Carol was nude, she took a small step away from me and asked, "How do I look?" I ran my eyes along her full breasts, slightly rounded tummy, down her slightly fleshy thighs to her shapely calves. I looked back up at her mound with its close-cropped blonde hair. I looked further up at her gorgeous face and bright blue eyes framed by her naturally blonde hair. "You look exquisite," I said. We hugged, tightly. We were still holding each other when LaTonya and Derrick walked in several minutes later. "Already in costume," Derrick said when he saw us. "Now, now," LaTonya said in mock scolding. "No messing around before the show. People can tell." LaTonya and Derrick stripped off. Carol gave Derrick a hug and I hugged LaTonya. Sarah and Aaron came in a few minutes later. They both seemed very nervous. Oddly, that put Carol and me more at ease. I think we were trying to show we were blasé about the whole situation. Maria and Antonio didn't show up until after 6:00 p.m. Once they were in the door, Maria announced, "we almost didn't come tonight, but we realized that would be unprofessional." In a very exaggerated accent, LaTonya said, "Unprofessional? We getting paid for this? Shit, I've missed my checks." That passed for funny at the time. Clarissa's voice came over a loudspeaker in the dressing room. "6:30. Cast start make-up." "We've got to get our clothes off," Maria said urgently to Antonio. Carol and I started putting base on each other. Over the loudspeaker, Clarissa gave us a countdown of sorts: "One hour to showtime," "thirty minutes to showtime," "crew to stations." Finally, the dressing room door opened. Doug said, softly but distinctly, "take your position in the wings." Doug held the door as we walked, single file and nude, out the door, across the hall, and through the door Clarissa was holding for us. Walking out of the dressing room nude was a moment of truth. It was suddenly very real: we were going to be standing onstage naked in front of God knows who. Whomever bought a ticket and came to the theater that night would see our bare asses, pubes, and tits. I felt like I was stepping off the edge of a cliff, but I was also excited about what was to come. Carol reached out and squeezed my hand. Doug walked across the stage (the curtain was down) while Clarissa put on her headset. Into her headset, Clarissa said, "lower robes." A curtain made of something like vinyl came down far upstage. It had hooks evenly spaced along it. Each hook held a buff-colored robe. Clarissa gave the instruction "kill houselights." A moment later, Clarissa said "up curtain." As the curtain went up, the five-piece combo in the pit started playing an almost spooky tune. After a few bars, Clarissa looked at us and said "go!" No stage lights were on, but we could see clearly as Sarah led us onstage in single file. A sound from the house told me the audience could see the stage well enough to see we were naked. In unison, we turned our backs to the audience and put on our robes. We turned around and walked to center stage, where we formed a tight circle. We put our arms in the air. A dull red light came on pointed down at us. We held that pose for several beats until the music changed into something more seductive. The lighting changed so that the stage was illuminated, not brightly, in a sort of purple color. With Sarah leading again, we marched about as far downstage and formed a line. We were each doing dance-like moves, dipping our shoulders and swaying our hips. After a few bars, we started working with our robes, flashing a bare shoulder or thigh. The pace of the music picked up and we took our flashing further, lowering the robe to show a bare breast or turning and raising the robe to show a bare ass. That was the point, at least for me, that the anxiety largely fell away. People came to see my nude body. I was going to show it and sell it. The music changed key. We each turned to face our partner. We were opening and closing our robes, flashing each other. Carol looked happy and excited. The music changed key again and sped up. We turned to face the audience and flashed our robes open and closed at them. That was my first good look at the auditorium. My first impression was that no one was there. Looking a second or two longer, I saw some people, but guessed there were fewer than 100. The music stopped. We turned our backs to the audience and raised our arms again, grabbing ahold of our robes to lift them up and show our asses to the audience. We held that pose until a bell sounded once. The drummer played drumroll during which we whipped our robes over our heads. As that reached a crescendo, we spun around to face the audience and threw our robes down on the stage. Bright lights came on. We were fully illuminated, standing naked in a line facing the audience. I heard a gasp. We stood still, posing, for about thirty seconds. That was when I realized I was enjoying the hell out of this. I was amped and into it. The lights went out again and I used the darkness to steal another look at Carol. She was breathing harder. Her nipples had firmed. Even in the relative dark, her eyes were sparkling. It was a very sexy moment. A spotlight lit up Antonio at the stage right end of our line. He stood for a moment before slowly turning around. The idea was to show all of each actor's nude body, one at a time. The spotlight shifted from Antonio to Maria. She did her turn. The spotlight moved to Carol. She had an expression of joy on her face. She slowly did her do her turn. To me, she'd never looked more desirable. Suddenly, the bright (and hot) spotlight was on me. I looked straight ahead, unable to see the audience for the light. After a couple of beats, I took a small step right with my right leg to free my balls a bit. I lifted my arms slightly and turned both palms out in a "this is me" gesture. I held that pose for a beat before doing my turn. The light stayed on me for a beat after I finished the turn before moving to LaTonya. When Sarah finished her turn in the spotlight, the stage lights retuned to dull purple. Leaving our robes in the stage floor, we walked backwards upstage, trying to keep the line even. When we reached a point about two-thirds of the way upstage, a curtain came down ending the scene. We walked offstage silently. Derrick and LaTonya were doing the first couples dance next. They stayed in the wings. The rest of us very quietly walked back to the dressing room where we could hear the show over the loudspeaker. Instantly, when we were in the dressing room, Carol hugged me very tightly. "That," she said loudly, 'is the most fucking exciting thing I've ever done!" We kissed. I could see Sarah and Aaron kissing too. Maria and Antonio were holding hands. Over the music on the loudspeaker, we heard Clarissa call "ready Maria and Aaron." They quickly put on clothes and left the dressing room. They were doing a skit on the premise of two strangers trapped in a very hot elevator. As the elevator car supposedly got hotter, they began disrobing until they were both nude. At that point, they basically forgot about the heat and began exploring each other. The skit took several minutes. After a while, Clarissa called "Derrick ready." Derrick put on a fireman's coat and hat and left the room. The skit ended with Derrick playing a fireman rescuing the stranded strangers and finding them naked in an embrace. Carol and I had a few minutes because the elevator skit was followed by Mari and Antonio's couple's dance. About mid-way through that, Clarissa's voice said, "Sarah, Derrick, Will ready." The circumcision skit was next. Sarah was already dressed in heels, a skirt, blouse, and jacket. The audience wouldn't notice, but the blouse and skirt looked good on Sarah without any underwear. Standing naked on stage with my dick in Sarah's hand was fun but, hearing them yet again, Sarah's lines seemed dumb. The circumcision skit was followed by Sarah and Aaron's couple's dance. The ad lib segment came next. Carol and I listened over the loudspeaker in the dressing room as Maria and Antonio and Sarah and Aaron took their turns. Each couple was supposed to talk for eight to ten minutes. LaTonya and Derrick had just started when Clarissa called "Carol and Will ready." We left the dressing room naked and barefoot and went into the stage right wings. I honestly had no idea what I was going to say when I got out there, much less what Carol would say. LaTonya and Derrick walked off stage holding hands. Clarissa whispered loudly, "Carol and Will go!" I followed Carol's enticing ass onstage. All the lights were on. It was very bright. The theater had been chilly for all our rehearsals, but I felt hot at that moment onstage. Carol and I walked to center stage and stood roughly a foot apart. Kim wanted us mainly facing the audience, but we were free to move as we wished so long as we were not concealing ourselves and stayed within about 18 inches of each other. After a moment's silence, Carol asked, "Will, what are you feeling right now?" That question from my lover and dearest friend renewed the feelings I had experienced when I first stripped in front of the cast back in March. "I feel freed," I said. "Like a weight I hadn't realized I was carrying has been lifted from me. I also feel very privileged to be standing here naked with you. What are you feeling?" "I'm feeling nervous and excited," Carol replied. "Also sexy," she said and gave a swish of her bare hips. "I feel like I'm in a new and very different place. I also feel very grateful you're here. More grateful than you'll ever know." "Why did you agree to be in this show?" I asked Carol. "It was my daughter's idea," Carol answered. "This show is her senior project. She asked me to be in it, I don't know why, and told me what it was. My first reaction was 'No, I could never do that.' Then, I stopped to think. I, uh," Carol paused, looked down a moment, and then looked out at the audience. "My husband died almost four years ago. I had always had fantasies, but I never acted them out from respect and affection for Tom. That wasn't his sort of thing. For a long time after Tom passed, I continued to repress myself out of loyalty to my late husband." Carol broke Kim's rules by walking several feet away from me, turning, and walking back. "After Kim asked me to do this, I realized that continuing to live as I'd lived with Tom wasn't going to bring him back. This sounds awful, but his death was a gift in the sense that it has freed me try things, like this; things I'd thought about but would never have done while I was with him. I'm still living so I might as well live out some dreams. Why are you doing this Will?" I knew the question was coming but dreaded it. I thought Carol and I had built a solid relationship in a short time but feared I could trash that in a few words. I took a deep breath. "Because you asked," I said simply. "Just because I asked?" Carol responded, arching an eyebrow. "Well," I said, "I had seen the original Oh! Calcutta! years ago. I thought being in the cast was probably a lot of fun. That was a lesser consideration. The major consideration was that you asked me." Mimicking Carol, I turned to face the audience. "My wife divorced me almost twenty years ago. I had allowed my work to become my mistress and she got tired of it. That hurt, very deeply. I decided I couldn't endure that hurt again, so I closed myself off. I left the city where I worked and bought a place outside of Cambridge. When I moved here, I met a bright, beautiful, charming woman who would have made me rethink closing myself off from relationships except she was already married, happily, to a great guy. They had a great daughter. I became friends with the family and admired them all, but her most of all." I turned to face Carol. "I was sad when Tom died. I liked him a lot. His passing seemed to put you even farther off limits. You don't move in on a woman after her husband dies. You were the one person I was willing to risk a relationship with but that could never happen. When you asked me to do this show with you the impossible suddenly seemed possible." I'd gotten more emotional than I should have. I saw a tear in Carol's eye. She stepped to me, hugged me, and we kissed. In full voice, Carol said, "I wish I could have sex with you right now in front of these people." That brought multiple gasps from the audience. "I love you Will," Carol said. "I love you Carol," I said. We kissed and held each other very tight. Both of our hearts were beating fast. We hugged for a long time, saying nothing. We finally let go of each other. Holding hands, we faced the audience. My eyes had adjusted so I could make out individual faces. Some people looked like they thought we were delivering scripted lines. Some seemed to be waiting to see what we would do next. One or two looked bored. Carol finally said, "that's probably more than you wanted to hear from us." "Thank you for coming tonight," I said. Carol and I walked offstage hand-in-hand. As we walked past Clarissa, the stage manager said, "good job." There was a moment of silence in the theater, then people started clapping. There was no time for Carol and me to discuss what we had said onstage. The whole cast was in the next skit. The premise of the skit was two people in swimwear, Maria and Antonio, accidently stumbling upon a nude beach. Carol, LaTonya, Sarah, Derrick, Aaron, and I played the nude beach regulars. We had no lines. All the dialogue was the discussion between Maria and Antonio about whether they should stay or go and, once they decided to stay for a bit, whether they should take their clothes off. Of course, the skit ended with Maria and Antonio getting naked with the rest of us. Carol and I did our couple's dance next. Lifting Carol up and showing her off to the audience was exhilarating. Hugging Carol's nude body to mine when I let her down was a special moment. Our dance was followed by the "FOC skit." Derrick came out in a tux and began a monologue about freedom of choice. A couple of minutes into the monologue, one of the women came onstage wearing panties, a skirt, and a top. Derrick issued a series of commands, having the woman turn around, remove her skirt, kneel on the stage, and remove her panties. Derrick's last command was "expose!" On that command, the woman pushed her ass into the air so that her vulva and asshole were exposed to the audience. Derrick resumed his monologue while the woman held that pose to the end of the skit. Carol, Sarah, and Maria rotated in the woman's role. They all said they enjoyed it. The freedom of choice skit was followed by the group dance and the finale. The finale was almost exactly the final scene of the original play, with some dialogue updated. The end of that scene, with us lined up belly to belly, back to belly, or ass-to-ass also served as the curtain call. As we went back to the dressing room, I thought "that was over way too fast." I think everyone was a little giddy. In the dressing room, LaTonya yelled out, "I don't want to put my clothes on!" "Shower," someone called. "Everyone in the shower!" The shower room was more than large enough to accommodate all eight of us. Aaron, to my surprise, yelled "let's wash Sarah!" Sarah had no time to object before seven pairs of soapy hands were rubbing all over her body. That set the precedent that we'd all wash one person at a time. Naturally, Aaron was the next person washed. Derrick, Antonio, and I let the girls wash Aaron's dick. We had just started washing LaTonya when Kim came in. "Hey!" she yelled, standing in the entry way to the shower. We calmed down. "You guys did a fantastic job. My biggest concern was the ad lib segment and that turned out to be the strongest part of the show. Our house was disappointing but," she turned to the two young women standing, a bit uncomfortably behind her, "our local theater critics tell me that positive reviews will appear in the campus paper tomorrow and on the Cambridge Sun website. People will read those and be fighting for tickets for tomorrow's show. We can't disappoint. Good job!" Kim walked out of the dressing room. Her appearance, although short, brought us all back to earth. We showered in our usual couples, dressed, and left. There was talk of getting a drink somewhere, but it was already almost 10:00 p.m. and several of us had to work the next day. Kim and Luke were waiting for Carol and me by my car outside. "Mom, Will," Kim started, "what you two said during the ad lib was." Kim stopped. She didn't say anything for a moment. Finally, she said softly, "it was just what I was hoping for." Carol had worn just her jacket, slacks, and shoes for the drive home. As soon as we were in her house, those came off. "Get those clothes off, buster," Carol said lustfully. "I'm as horny as I've ever been." We didn't wait to get upstairs. Instead, Carol rode me as I lay on my back on her living room rug. Unlike our usual lovemaking, which I'd characterize as slow and tender, this was frantic, almost animal, sex. It was also a hell of a lot of fun. Afterwards, I asked Carol, "How did you come up with that line about fucking me onstage? I think you gave someone a heart attack." "I would have if I hadn't known it would get us arrested," Carol said, "I really wanted to show those people what we mean to each other. Besides, it would be hot to fuck with people watching." I was learning a new depth to Carol's exhibitionism. I liked it. Carol went into the office that Friday morning. I went home to work out. Naturally, before I worked out, I checked the Cambridge Sun website to see if its review was up. It was. The lead paragraph was all we needed: "Do you think it would be fun to stand naked on a stage in front of a bunch of strangers? No? Well, the cast of Oh! Cambridge! which opened last night at the Old High School Theater for a limited run of six performances, might make you think otherwise. The play is based on the 1970s' "nudie musical" Oh! Calcutta! The point of the play seems to be giving the audience as many different views of the casts' nude bodies as possible. The bodies of the amateur cast are worth seeing. The original Oh! Calcutta! consisted mainly of skits which tried to be erotic. Oh! Cambridge! Does a little of that but also explores the cast members' feelings about appearing nude onstage. The profusion of bare breasts, buttocks, penises, and vulvas is off-putting at first. However, the cast seems so sincere and seems to be having so much fun that, by the end of the show you almost wish you were up there showing everything along with them." Carol had read the review and called just as I was finishing it. She was thrilled. At the end of our brief chat, I said, "Maybe that will bring a few more people in." "I hope it brings a lot more people in," Carol replied. "Now that I've decided to show off my bare ass, I want everyone in town to see it." I loved Carol more every time I talked to her. The house for our first Friday performance was about half full. Someone told me that the campus paper, which also had a favorable review, didn't come out until mid-afternoon that day. I hoped the college kids would read it that night and come to the show Saturday. After the Friday show, LaTonya, Derrick, Sarah, Aaron, Carol, and I went out for a drink. We were hyped from being nude in front of an audience for about 90 minutes and needed to calm down. For a college town, Cambridge didn't have a wide choice in bars, one of many reasons I had stayed away from the bars while I lived there. We settled on the quieter "old people's" bar called the Mare & Stud. I think we subconsciously expected to walk into the bar, have everyone recognize us from the play, and rise to applaud. Of course, that didn't happen. We were just an anonymous party of six sitting at a table. Derrick had just returned to the table with a second round when a middle-aged man came up and said, "hello Carol." To me, the guy reeked of used car salesman. "Hello Bob," Carol responded. To the table, Carol said, "this is Bob Gentile, senior residential loan officer at County Bank. I do closings for them." Gentile had a smirk on his face. To the table, he announced, "I went to a play this evening." Carol's face started to redden. "I've worked with Carol for over ten years," Gentile said. "I suspected she hid a nice body under her lawyer's clothes. Boy was I right! I don't know who's fucking you Carol, but he's a lucky bastard." He gestured at LaTonya and Sarah. "You ladies looked nice also." He glanced at Aaron, Derrick, and me and said, "Sorry. I'm not into guys." Gentile walked away, still smirking. "With that attitude, I doubt he's into girls very often," LaTonya commented. Carol took a gulp of her drink. "It's ok," she said, more to herself than us. "If Bob wants to spend our next closing remembering what I look like naked, I don't give a shit, so long as he pays my bill." "He's probably going home to whack off to his mental picture of you," Sarah said. "Like all the guys from the audience are masturbating to the image of your bare ass in the air in the FOC skit?" Carol asked. Sarah had played the woman in the scene with Derrick that night. "I hadn't thought of that," Sarah replied. A slight smile crept onto her face. At home later, I asked Carol if she was concerned about the incident with Gentile. "Bob Gentile is a leering jerk," Carol said. "I've known that since I started doing work for the Bank. He won't pull the work from me. What he probably will do is try to embarrass me at the next closing. I can hear him saying something like, 'Carol, why don't you do he closing in the nude? I know you like to have people see you naked.'" Carol paused, grinned, and added, "If he says something like that, maybe I will just strip off, do the closing in the buff, and charge him double." Our first Saturday performance was a sellout. I was impossible to tell from the stage, but Luke told us afterwards that the audience was about two-thirds college kids. The audience was a bit rowdier than a usual theater crowd, although nothing out of control. As LaTonya and Derrick finished their couple's dance, a male voice boomed from somewhere in the auditorium, "I'd love to fuck her. She's fucking gorgeous!" I wouldn't have put it that way, but LaTonya did look great nude. The whole cast went for drinks after the Saturday performance along with Kim and Luke. We went to a different bar, hoping for no repeat of Bob Gentile. This bar had a younger crowd with more energy. That suited our mood. Still, we got a table in a far corner. We had just, finally, gotten our first round of drinks when two young women walked up to our table. I assumed they were undergrads. "You're the people doing the nude play?" the redhead asked. We all nodded. "I went to your show tonight with some friends," the girl said, "we all loved it." The brunette with her said, "you looked like you were having the time of your lives. Is it really that much fun to be naked in a play?" That question was, in my opinion, for one of the women to answer. I was a little surprised that it was Maria who answered it. "It really is fun," Maria said. "I thought I'd made a huge mistake when I had to strip the first time in rehearsal, but I did it and it's been a thrill." "I wish I could do something like that," the brunette replied. The two girls walked away. We were recognized three more times that evening. Each time, the comments we got were very positive. Not all the feedback was positive. I spent Saturday and Sunday nights at Carol's as usual. When I got home Monday morning, a letter was wedged into my front doorframe. It was from the president of a local group I did volunteer work for. The bottom line was that my appearance in Oh! Cambridge! was "inconsistent with our values" and "we must insist that you completely disassociate from our organization." I showed the letter to Carol that night. Her response was an uncharacteristic "fuck them!" The letter might have been the center of attention on our dressing room bulletin board for the last three shows. However, events moved beyond that. We had a severe storm the Wednesday night between performance weekends. Power went out during the night. Carol and I thought little of it and just snuggled closer. Around 10:00 a.m. Thursday, I got a text from Kim asking the cast to be at the theater by 4:00 p.m. Kim and Luke were waiting for us. Luke looked sweaty and fatigued. Kim was her usual high energy self. When we were all in the dressing room, Kim announced, "Sarah called me this morning. Aaron fell down their stairs while the power was out last night. It's not life-threatening, but he's in the hospital and can't walk." "We're going with only three couples?" LaTonya asked. "No," Kim said sharply. "The original show had five couples. We were pushing it with only four. We're also sold out these last three nights. We'll have four couples! The only people who know the show well enough to step in are Luke and me. We're going to do it. We've been here since noon working on the couple's dance." "I missed an important lecture on valuing intangibles," Luke whined. He did not seem happy. I suspected Kim had given him the choice of either going nude in the show for three performances or give up getting laid by Kim. That was, I thought, a no-brainer. I had never seen Kim Dwyer naked before she stripped in the dressing room that night. Kim was a younger, slimmer version of her mother. In other words, gorgeous. I also noticed Kim was smiling a lot once she got naked. She hadn't smiled much in her role as the clothed producer and director. Luke certainly had nothing physical to be ashamed of, but he seemed unhappy. I again marveled at what we men will do for sex with a beautiful woman. I also wondered whether Kim appreciated the damage she might be doing to their relationship. Although, viewed from her perspective. What choice did she have? I did not see Kim and Luke's couple's dance. Luke said very little during their part of the ad lib segment. Kim cut him and herself from the ad lib segment on Friday and Saturday. For me, the biggest difference was doing the circumcision skit with Kim instead of Sarah. It was odd, but rather nice, to have my girlfriend's beautiful adult daughter holding my dick onstage. During the final performance on Saturday night, Kim was rubbing the underside of my head with her index finger. I hoped that wasn't obvious on the upstage screen. Kim brought me awful close to breaking the no hard-ons rule. She was grinning at me as she, Derrick, and I walked offstage. I was almost sad going into the final ad lib segment with Carol. It had been special being nude with her onstage talking to each other and a room full of strangers. That night, we talked again about how the show brought us together, how we enjoyed being nude together, and how the shared exhibitionism had deepened our relationship. At one point, Carol said, "I wonder if Kim had this planned." From upstage, we heard Kim say, "I planned some of it, Mom." Carol and I both turned to see Kim, nude, walking downstage towards us. "I chose to do this show with you in mind. I found the composition book where you wrote out your fantasies. I thought they were hot. I knew you hadn't acted any out because of Dad. I had to give you an opportunity now that Dad's gone." Kim had come all the way downstage and stood between Carol and me. She put an arm around each of our backs. "The part I didn't plan was Will," Kim said. "I knew Will was a friend of yours and Dad's, but he'd never registered with me. The way you suggested asking him to be in the show, I knew you were very attracted to him. Once I started working with him, I understood the attraction. He has a great body." "Which I hadn't seen until we did this show," Carol interjected. "Will puts off this vibe," Kim continued, "of 'you can trust me, I'll respect you, and I'll give you a screaming orgasm.' He's incredibly sexy." Now, I was embarrassed. "Anyway," Kim concluded, "the most rewarding part of this show for me has been bringing you two together. You must promise me you'll stay together so we can all have fun in the future." Kim's delivery was so poignant I didn't consider what she meant by the three of us having fun in the future. Kim pulled us into a tight circle with her. My dick was pressed between Carol's belly and Kim's. Carol and Kim kissed me. I kissed each of them. We had been good boys and girls for the first five performances. There had been no intentional touching of pubes. That changed when we reached the group dance in the final show. The four women were gleefully grabbing dicks. The final scene included a segment, just before we lined up in the "daisy chain" where we all ran around the stage, maybe lifting someone else up or spinning them around. That night, we men were grabbing tits and putting our hands between the girls' thighs. When we formed the daisy chain, Carol and I always got together face-to-face. That night, I was violating the no hard-on rule. As we came together, Carol spread her legs slightly. My dick went between her legs, pressed against her outer lips. Antonio's ass was pressed against Carol's and LaTonya's ass was against mine. As the curtain came down, Carol said, "I'm horny as hell!" When the curtain fell and we broke out of the daisy chain, I wasn't the only guy who was hard. LaTonya smiled at us, grabbed Derrick's hand, and almost ran towards the dressing room. Carol smiled at me, and we followed. In the dressing room, LaTonya bent over a table and Derrick entered her from behind. Carol cried "excellent idea!" She grabbed my dick and started stroking it. Over Carol's shoulder, I saw Maria and Antonio enter the room. Their eyes lit up as they saw what we were doing. Mari's hand was on Antonio's dick and Antonio's hand was between Mari's thighs instantly. When I was almost painfully hard, Carol gently pushed me backwards until my legs hit a bench and I sat down. Facing me, Carol straddled me, and lowered herself down, guiding me into her with her hand. Glancing away from Carol's exquisite face for a moment, I saw that Antonio had Maria bent over the table next to LaTonya and Derrick. I was partially distracted by the dressing room door opening. Kim walked in, still nude, followed by Luke in a tee shirt and shorts. Seconds after Kim walked in, Derrick and then LaTonya came quite loudly. Carol was giving signs she wasn't far away, so I turned full attention back to her, taking a nipple in my mouth. I started using my legs to push up into Carol as she went up and down on me. That was an unwittingly good idea. Moments later, Carol said, "oh god... Oh! God!... OH GAAAWD!" Her body shuddered and her eyes closed. I shot a moment later, put my arms around Carol, and held her as tightly as I could. A few moments after Carol and I had come, we heard Maria, in a voice an octave lower than usual go "Oh.. Oh....OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH" and gasp. That was followed by several grunts by Antonio. LaTonya and Derrick, Carol and I, and Maria and Antonio had all come in an unintentional series. We would never have managed that if we'd been trying. Kim, stood in the center of the room, clapped her hands, and yelled "this is great!" Luke had walked out. After a couple more moments, Kim came over to Carol and me. "I watched my mom come!" Kim said. "How cool is that!" Kim looked down at my still erect dick, covered in Carol's and my fluids. "That looks fantastic," Kim said. "I'd love that right now." "Where's Luke?" Carol asked. "He got pissy about everyone fucking and left," Kim replied. "That's no fun," I quipped. "There are issues," Kim retorted. Since no one organized a final night cast party, Carol and I decided to host a party in my pool the day after our final performance. The pool was the one major improvement I had made to my home outside Cambridge. We were only inviting the cast. Carol had a large banner made that said, "NO CLOTHING ALLOWED IN POOL." We posted that on two stakes just beyond the far end of the pool deck, facing the pool. Thankfully, the weather was excellent. Carol and I had just finished setting out the coolers with beer and wine when LaTonya and Derrick arrived. LaTonya saw the sign, saw that Carol and I were naked, and said, "my kind of party." She and Derrick stripped off immediately. Maria, Antonio, and Kim arrived shortly after. I was pleased that Sarah also came. She wore a swimsuit which she immediately took off. "How's Aaron?" I asked as I got her a cup of wine. "He's home," she said. "He tore ligaments in a knee and gave himself a concussion. Michael's taking care of him this afternoon." "Michael?" I asked. "Our son," Sarah replied. "He's about to graduate from Shawnee Trails High." I had no clue Sarah and Aaron had any children. "He didn't...." I started. "See the show," Sarah finished. She smiled. "He certainly did. He came with his girlfriend the first Friday night." "How did that work?" I asked. "Michael told me the next morning that I had a hot body," Sarah said with some pride. "Kelly, Michael's girlfriend, called me and asked what it was like to be in the show. Kelly's parents are friends of ours. They saw the show last Friday. Of course, they missed Aaron and me. I was disappointed about that." Sarah being disappointed that friends hadn't seen her and Aaron nude in the show moved her further up in my estimation. The eight of us were talking and sipping our drinks. Apropos of nothing, Maria said, "that was really fun last night when we all came one right after the other." A naughty smile appeared on LaTonya's lovely face. "I wonder whether we could do that again?" she mused. Maria smiled and replied, "there's only one way to find out." Pretty quickly, LaTonya and Derrick and Maria and Antonio were on cushions pulled from my lounge chairs, side-by-side, fucking in the sunshine. Carol, Sarah, Kim, and I were watching. Carol suddenly said, "Will, we can't let Sarah feel left out." I put my hands on Sarah's bare hips and backed her up to a sturdy table. I sat her on the table and gently spread her legs. I began running a finger around her lips and found she was already moist. I pushed my index finger into Sarah. "Oh!" she said, "I can't." "It's only cheating if Will puts his dick in you," Carol said breezily. "Oh, that feels good," Sarah said. "Just, please don't tell Aaron." I moved my finger around inside Sarah. After a moment, she said, "that's REALLY good. Right there." I rubbed vigorously on that spot. As Sarah's face flushed and her breathing sped up, I put my middle finger in too. "Even better," Sarah said as she started squirming her ass around on the table. I looked at Sarah's face as I finger-fucked her. The looks she gave back made it seem even more erotic. Suddenly, Sarah said, "Oh my!" She rocked back and forth on the table, took three very sharp breaths, then let out a long "aaaah." Sarah gently took my wrist and pulled my hand away from her. She got off the table, kissed me, and said, "Wonderful. Thank you. Carol, you have a great guy here." "I know," Carol replied, smiling. I didn't feel guilty about laying with Sarah. In my mind, she, like LaTonya and Maria, was an attractive woman, but not remotely comparable to Carol. Our one guest so far left out of the sex play, Kim, was a different matter. As I've said, Kim was a younger, sleeker version of Carol. In other words, she was a compellingly beautiful young woman clothed, and much more beautiful nude. It would be very easy to get too attracted to Kim. Temptation didn't arise that day. As LaTonya was coming very vocally, almost musically, a cell phone started to ring. Kim said, "shit, that's mine." She walked to the table where she'd put it and answered the call. She listened for a moment, then said, "I'm at the party at Will's." A moment later, Kim said, "Mom, LaTonya, Derrick, Maria, Antonio, Sarah, and Will." Another pause, and then Kim said, "of course we are." Kim listened again. After another moment, she said in a voice that sounded resigned, "Ok. I'll be right over." Kim ended her call. She picked up the white one-piece she'd worn when she arrived and began wriggling into it. I'm sorry, but there is something very sexy about a woman taking a swimsuit off or putting one on. As Kim pulled the straps of her suit over her shoulders, she said, "Mom, Will, sorry but I've got to go. That was Luke. He wants me to go over to his place. I guess we're going to try to reconcile." Kim pulled on a pair of shorts, slipped her feet into sandals, grabbed her things, and was gone. Everyone at our party had work or school in the morning, except me. Consequently, everyone was gone by about 7:00 p.m. When Carol and I finished cleaning up, she remarked that we were the only people there the whole time who had not had an orgasm. I took her hand and led Carol onto the soft grass past the pool deck. As we kissed, her hand went for my dick and mine went for her clit. We were both still horny from watching our friends. Carol was soon on her back on the grass. It seemed like I had just entered Carol when I heard the door from the house to the backyard close loudly and things being dropped on a patio table. "Luke is such an asshole," I heard Kim saying. That was followed by, "Oh shit! Sorry!" "We thought you'd stay the night with Luke," Carol said. I started to pull out, but Carol put her hands on my ass and pulled me back. "She's already seen us fuck," Carol whispered. A minute or so later, I heard a sound to my left. I glanced that direction in time to see Kim, nude again, sit down in a patio chair about 18 inches away from us. She pulled her legs up so her feet were in the chair with her heels against her ass. The thought that Kim was watching me make love to her mother was arousing. I know, I'm perverted. As usual, Carol and I took it slow, letting things build up until we each reached had an intense release, hopefully at about the same time. That night, I shot just as Carol's hips started bucking violently. She came moments later with a very sharp intake of breath. We kissed. I suddenly remembered that Kim was sitting next to us. I pulled out of Carol and rolled off to lie by her side. I momentarily felt like I'd done something wrong. I looked at Kim. She made eye contact and smiled. Her right hand was between her legs. Carol and I watched as Carol's gorgeous daughter got herself off. It was a beautiful thing to see.

The Dumb Blonde by Vanessa Evans All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over the legal age of consent when the events took place. Part 04 - The Holiday =============== We spent a few days deciding where we wanted to go. We both wanted somewhere lively, but at the same time we wanted somewhere where we could have some quiet time together. In the end we settled for Malia on the Greek island of Crete. There’s a lively seafront that has lots of clubs and bars; and a quiet old village on the land side of all those clubs. We settled on a smallish hotel that consists of about 12 blocks of 4 rooms spread on a hillside near the old village. It would be somewhere where we could recover from the hectic nights and not be surrounded by people wanting to party 24 x 7. As soon as we’d got that settled and booked Lucy told me that she’d have to get some new bikinis and sun wear. I wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘sun wear’ but I told her to get online, find what she wanted and order it. “Why can’t we get them in town so that I can model them for you in the shop?” I had to spoil her fun by saying, “Unfortunately you can’t have any fun flashing me, or anyone else who just happens to be there because there are no shops round here that sell anything like what I imaging you are looking for.” Just talking about and imagining Lucy in an almost nothing bikini got me hard again and we got distracted from the holiday for a while. Lucy later spent 2 hours on the PC ordering what she wanted. I never realised that bikinis were so expensive. Lucy also told me that she’d have to start swimming again to tone-up her body. I told her that she couldn’t improve on perfect; but she insisted. We had to go swimming 2 nights a week until we went on the holiday. The following lunchtime Lucy went shopping for a one-piece swimsuit. When I asked her why not a bikini she told me that we were going to the pool to swim, not mess about. When Lucy finally got back she had a little bag but she wouldn’t let me see what she’d bought. We rushed home after work and went straight out to the pool. The pool has family changing rooms and we used one and I got to see Lucy’s one-piece swimsuit; and WOW was the only word that I could use to describe it. There’s no way that it is a proper swimsuit; it’s more like underwear. It was a sort of sleeveless, backless, sideless bodysuit with high cut sides to the bottom part; her back was uncovered (apart from straps) right down to the top of the crack of her butt. The sides scoop so low that there was nothing down to the one inch sides on her hips. The front was so low-cut that I could see right down to her belly button. And what’s more, it’s made out of this very fine yellow mesh material. If Lucy had a big black bush it would have hung out of the sides and the hair that was covered would have been clearly visible through the mesh. It clung to her body like paint. Her nipples were rock hard and I could see every detail of them. She had a wonderful camel toe, only interrupted by the bulge of her clit. And all that was before it got wet. I wanted to pounce on Lucy even before we left the changing room but she was having nothing of it. She was there to swim and swim she did. The pool that we chose has part of the main pool marked off in lanes for the dedicated swimmers and that was where we went. Lucy dove in and she was off. Nothing was going to stop her and there was no way that I could keep up with her. Most of the time I just stood there and watched her glide through the water. By the time that we left I was knackered just watching her. When Lucy got out of the water I realised why she’d picked a yellow costume. When it’s wet you can see straight through it. She may as well have been naked as we walked back to the changing room and in to the showers. At that time of the evening there were very few people there and those that were there either didn’t see her, or they ignored her state of dress. I didn’t; no sooner than she’d peeled it off in the changing room I pulled her to me and had her there and then. I had to hold my hand over her mouth so that no one could hear her moans and screams. And that got repeated twice a week until we left for our holiday. Four weeks later we packed our bags and set off for the airport. I was surprised how little Lucy packed, less than me. When I asked her why she told me that she didn’t intend wearing much for most of the time. As for her travelling outfit, it consisted of the white tank top with the lace panel at the top, and a thin, cotton, ‘A’ shaped micro skirt. She’d adjusted the straps on her top so that both her nipples were sticking through the lace. She said that she felt like she had nothing on. I told her that she came into the ‘barely dressed’ category. She giggled and squeezed my cock through my trousers. I asked her if she intended for her nipples to be exposed and she told me that exposing her nipples was only the start; when she got to Greece she intended to expose a lot more than that. At the airport she kept flashing her butt and / or pussy as she bent to pick-up and put down her case. I also noticed that the girl on the check-in, the security and the passport control people all stared at her, but none of them said anything. When it came time to get on the plane she insisted that I go up the steep steps first. When I looked behind (below) her I realised why; there were a group of young men looking up her skirt. On the plane Lucy sat in the middle seat of a group of 3. For most of the journey she was leaning over with her head on my chest and I had my arm round her. When my hand drifted down to her butt I discovered that most of her butt was exposed. I’d wondered why the man on her other side was always looking our way. About 4 hours later we arrived at Heraklion airport and then got the coach to Malia. The coach was full of young people all intent on having a great time. Many of them had opened their duty free booze and were getting very happy. Our room was on the ground floor of a block on the side of the hill. It had everything that we needed, including a balcony big enough for us both to lie out, and a view of the small pool. A path went down the side, and across the front of our balcony. I told Lucy that we’d have to be careful what we left on the balcony, and what we got up to on the balcony (The balcony front has a wall about half height and metal railings up to about waist height). Lucy giggled and said, “Oh goody an audience.” I wasn’t sure what she meant at the time, but I soon found out. After having a shower she walked out onto the balcony totally naked and let the sun dry her hair. When a young couple walked past the balcony she just smiled and said “Hi” to them. It was then that I remembered that Lucy hadn’t brought many clothes and her saying that she didn’t intend to wear many. I smiled to myself, got a hard-on and remembered that I am a very lucky man. I unpacked my clothes then we decided to go for a walk and get the lay of the land. I put some shorts on and Lucy went and got a bikini out of her bag. She went to the bathroom to put it on, which was a bit strange; she’d never been shy getting dressed or undressed before. When she came out I realised why. She was looking for the shock effect that it would have on me. Lucy certainly got that. The bikini consists of 3 metal rings, one for each nipple and one for her clit; and yellow strings holding them in place. I stood there, stared and said, “Fucking hell Lucy, are you really going to go out like that.” “Of course, what’s wrong with it?” After a few seconds pause while I thought of something to say I said, “Absolutely nothing; what there is of it. I hope there aren’t any policemen about.” “I’ve read that there aren’t many policemen around here, too many cuts after the financial mess that the bankers and politicians got the country into.” “I hope that you’re right.” I said as I locked the balcony door and opened the main door. As we walked around the hotel grounds no one took much notice of us (Lucy). Lucy was walking around virtually naked, and acting as if it was something that was quite normal. By the lack of reactions, people were obviously used to seeing nearly naked girls. All the people that we did see were about our age, no kids. Only 2 young men’s eyes seemed to follow Lucy; which was quite understandable. We bypassed reception and walked out onto the street and down the road towards the beach. The closer we got to the lively part, and the beach, the more people we saw. I was happy to see that all the girls wore bikinis, not may wearing their tops, and about half wearing thong bottoms. Apart from Lucy’s pussy being on display, her bikini fitted in quite well with the others. It wasn’t until we got to the edge of the beach that we saw a naked girl. She didn’t look drunk or drugged and looked to be quite happy being naked. I put my arm round Lucy and started to relax. It was going to be an ‘interesting’ holiday. “I feel a little over-dressed.” Lucy said. I laughed and replied, “I’m sure that you’ll find a way to solve that problem.” We walked round in a big circle before finding a café to get something to eat. None of the staff batted an eyelid when they saw Lucy. As I was eating I wondered just how long it would be before Lucy was walking around totally naked. I got a hard-on. The sun was going down as we left the café to walk back to the hotel. About half way back Lucy took her top off and gave it to me saying, “That’s better; I don’t feel so over-dressed now.” She gave me the bikini top and I put it in my pocket. As we walked I looked at her magnificent tits. All during our walk we never saw any kids or anyone who looked over 35 (apart from the locals that is). Back in the room we decided to have a quick nap before hitting the bars. We didn’t get that nap; as soon as we got on the bed I leant over, kissed Lucy and thanked her for being her. One thing led to another and she ended up riding my cock for ages. After about 10 minutes I looked out to the balcony and saw someone walking past. Our curtains were open and the light was on. If they looked they would have been able to see us and what we were doing. I told Lucy and she didn’t surprise me when she said, “Yes I know, do you think that we could sell tickets? Next time we’ll leave the patio doors open so that they can hear us as well.” On the subject of the balcony, Lucy and I had sex out there quite a lot. Lucy was keen on doing it there probably because of the chances of being caught. After having a shower Lucy would often go out onto the balcony to let the gentle warm breeze help dry her hair. A few times when I had finished my shower I went out and put my arms round her and she asked me to step back. When I did she backed up then bent forward and put her arms on the railing. This left her butt at the ideal angle for me to fuck her from behind; so I did. The second time that I was about to enter her Lucy asked me to slap her butt. When I did she said, “Harder!” She repeated this after each slap until my hand was getting sore, so was her red butt. I could see that she was getting really turned on and just as I thought she was about to cum she said, “Fuck me, please fuck me Jack.” I did, and as she started cumming a couple of lads walked by and stopped when they saw us. One of the lads said, “Give her one for me mate!” I nodded to them then shot my load into her. We had to have another shower before going out. The third time that Lucy was out on the balcony drying her hair, and she presented her butt to me, I spanked her hard; and kept going even when she asked me to fuck her. My hand got too sore so I took my leather belt off and continued with that. It wasn’t long before Lucy had an orgasm; a rather noisy one that attracted a bit of attention from our neighbours. One couple watched us until we went back inside. I promised that we’d explore this new source of pleasure for her when we got back home. Lucy’s Holiday Wardrobe ---------------------------- It may help you if I describe the sum total of clothes that Lucy took on holiday. Swimwear ----------- The rings bikini. I’ve already mentioned this - 3 metal rings, one for each nipple and one for her clit; and yellow strings holding them in place. The slingshot. One string coming out of the butt crack and going up her back to her shoulders where it splits into two and goes over her shoulders and each string opens to 2 inches wide rugby ball shape to go over her nipples. The material in these ‘rugby balls’ is see-through. The 2 strings then narrow to next to nothing and go down either side of her vulva, framing her slit and clit nicely. The material less thong. Just like a normal thong bikini bottom except that it has no material, only the strings. The cup less top. Matching the material less thong; it only has strings. The figure of 8 - This thong(?) thing is like 2 large rubber bands sewn together for about 2 inches. The joined part went in between her butt cheeks. From the back the ‘thing’ looked just like a thong; but the 2 strings that went from her butt forward split and went either side of her vulva then on and up to her hips. All of her pussy and pubes were un-covered. The Band Aid; yes, band aids. Three of them that just cover the best bits of her body (apart from her magnificent face and long blonde hair). Lucy took 3 bikini tops, one is see-through and the second has no cups, just the strings. The third one is the metal rings one. The dresses ------------- The red backless, large hole mesh, see-through micro dress. The fishnet little black dress. From a distance it looks like a normal strappy dress, but when you about 3 yards to her you realise that you can see-through the holes. The white babydoll dress – probably made as a night dress – totally see-through. The black strips dress – The back is made of one inch strips of material with two inch gaps between them. The front is totally see-through. The skirts ----------- Black half sarong – see-through. Red half sarong – see-through. The frill skirt – A white 2 inch band round the top with a 6 inch flared, see-through bottom part. The thin, cotton, ‘A’ shaped micro skirt that she wore for travelling. The sailor suite – A black, very see-through school skirt only 10 inches long with a see-through white top that has black edging and sailor looking collar. The tops --------- Lucy only took 2 tops with her, the white tank top with the lace front panel; and a ‘V’ neck cami. The cami was for emergencies and never got worn. As you can see, the clothes that Lucy took in her suitcase didn’t take up much space. The Bars ====== These were brilliant. We only once saw one policeman anywhere near the bars; and that was after a fight had started. I don’t know where the policeman had to come from, but that fight had long finished by the time he got there. It didn’t take us long to realise that it was a case of anything goes, just as long as no one gets hurt or damages anything. It wasn’t uncommon to see a couple having sex anywhere slightly off the beaten track and we saw at least 3 naked people (boys and girls) on the streets each night. Lucy and I did have sex on the streets a couple of times. With Lucy’s lack of clothing it was quite easy for us to do it. Lucy said that she loved having sex with people walking past just a few feet away. I think that she secretly wanted to get caught. With the weather being so nice and warm, no one was wearing much; especially the girls. Topless was very common and lots of girls just wore underwear thongs. Lucy had put on her red backless micro dress the first night that we went out; she looked magnificent. As soon as she saw a naked girl she slipped the dress off and asked me to put it in my pocket. There was hardly any material to the dress so it fitted in easily. She drank and danced naked for the rest of that night, even walking back to the hotel naked. After that if we only intended to go to a bar(s) on an evening, Lucy went wearing only shoes. Not once did anyone complain although a couple of drunk, fat bitches called her a slut and the men wouldn’t stop looking at her. I guess that they were looking at her naked body, but it could have been her beautiful face. Some of the bars had competition nights. These were always aimed at getting people naked. You could never win a wet T-shirt competition if you didn’t get naked. The wet T-shirt competitions -------------------------------- Lucy entered 3 of these. In each one she ripped the T-shirt off and danced in a very sexy way, thrusting her naked hips at the audience with her legs open. She came runner-up in the first one she entered; the winner (who was on after her) frigged herself at the front of the stage. Lucy wasn’t too happy, and she won the other 2 competitions that she entered by getting down on her spread knees, leaning back and frigging herself to orgasm, right in front of everyone. I’m sure that she was quite vocal but no one heard her above all the cheering. The camera flashes recorded her pleasure for ever. Afterward that second competition Lucy came back to me and told me that she’d really enjoyed making herself cum with all those people watching. She told me that there was only one thing better, and that was for me to fuck her in front of an audience. I was relatively sober at the time and wasn’t too keen on the idea; but if it made Lucy happy then I’d do it. I strongly suspected that she’d find a way of making it happen. The mechanical bull ---------------------- Lucy also flaunted her spread pussy on the mechanical bull that was in one bar. She took her nothing thong off just before it was her turn. She said that she wanted to experience it totally naked. The whole audience saw just how wet she was, and judging by the number of camera flashes, a lot of people would enjoys seeing her like that for a long time after that night. The simulated sex competition ---------------------------------- Another bar did this game that involved simulating sex. They got 5 couples up onto the stage and they took it in turn to simulate having sex in their 3 favourite positions. We watched a couple of times that the game was played, on a couple of nights, to see what people did and how far that they’d try to go before the staff stopped them. We discovered that the later it was in the night the further they’d let the couple go. During the first game of the night the men had to keep their underwear on. In the next game the men were told that they could get naked but actual penetration was not allowed. The girls loved looking at the men’s hard-ons. By about 1 o’clock in the morning, all restrictions were gone; and most of the inhibitions. This was the time that Lucy wanted to enter. When we got picked to play Lucy took her nothing thong off. Along with 4 other couples we stood on the stage waiting to start. One girl was wearing a bikini, another, just a bikini bottom. The third just a pair of shorts and the fourth just an underwear thong. The first position that we had to simulate was the doggy position. Full bikini couple went first, the man keeping his shorts on. They weren’t very good. The shorts girl went second and her man took his shorts off but kept his boxers on. The girls in the audience cheered at the tent in his boxers. Bikini bottoms was next and her melons swung from side to side as her male partner pretended to fuck her from inside his shorts. Underwear thong was more daring, so was her boyfriend. He got naked and his hard-on pressed against the thong. Then it was our turn. Lucy got on her hands and knees (wide open) with her butt to the audience. The MC had to turn her so that her side was to the audience. I knew that I had to drop my shorts and I was glad that I’d had a few beers. The girls cheered at my average hard-on. I got behind Lucy who was wagging her butt at me (and the audience, by that time she’d shuffled back round a bit). I put the tip of my cock to Lucy’s hole and tried to push her back and forward to simulate sex, but without actually entering her. It was a waste of time pretending because Lucy soon got out of rhythm and pushed back on my cock as I was going forward. The audience saw what had happened and cheered. All pretence was gone and I thrust into Lucy about a dozen times before the MC came over and told us to stop. When we got up my cock was sparkling with Lucy’s juices. The next position was where the girl lays on her back, opens her legs wide and raises them as far up and back as she can. The first 3 couples were quite boring compared to the last 2. Underwear thong girl’s thong rode up exposing her hole, and her man actually entered her; but quickly pulled out. I knew that Lucy gave the audience the best possible view of her naked pussy. As soon as her legs were up she had a quick rub of her pussy; and when I got down my cock just entered her each time that I pretended to thrust into her. That wasn’t enough for Lucy; my weight was on my 2 hands that were beside her chest and all of a sudden she pushed my arms away so that my whole weight went on to her; my cock going right into her. The MC came over and told us to get up. The third and last position was for the girl to ride the man reverse cowgirl. The first 3 couples were quite boring again, but underwear thong girl was better. She rubbed her hardly covered pussy along her boyfriend’s cock but didn’t impale herself. I knew that Lucy would go all the way. My rock hard cock was ready and waiting as Lucy knelt over me. No rubbing along my cock for Lucy. She put her hand between her legs and held my cock straight up then down she went. The audience went wild as they could see everything. Up and down Lucy went and the MC just watched. Lucy must have been really horny because she started to cum quite quickly, long before I was ready. She paused for a minute as her body spasms took control of her. She would have been screaming but no one would have been able to hear her. Lucy started riding me again, this time faster. We both came at about the same time, much to the delight of our audience. This sex in public thing was okay! We won the competition and got 250 euros. On the way back to our hotel the naked Lucy told me that having sex with hundreds of people watching her had been amazing; she wanted to do it every day for the rest of her life. The Miss Sexy Swimsuit competition ---------------------------------------- This gave Lucy a right dilemma; what to wear? In the end she decided on her slingshot suit. She wanted to leave our room wearing just that until I told her that she’d have more of an impact if she wore something over the top and then took it off on stage. Lucy didn’t have anything that wasn’t see-through so she borrowed one of my T-shirts. It was more like a dress on her, and as we walked she complained that she was over dressed. At the bar we got a drink and Lucy went and registered for the competition. When she got back she told me that the man had asked her if she’s got anything on under the T-shirt. I was expecting her to tell me that she’d raised the hem and let him look at her framed, naked pussy, but she hadn’t. She pulled the T-shirt neck to one side so that he could see the strap going over her shoulder. He’d also told her that all girls had to have their breasts covered to start with. There were 8 girls in the competition. One by one they had to walk onto the stage where the MC would ask them their name, where they were from, and why they’d entered the competition. Then they had to dance for a couple of minutes before being sent off the stage. Three of the girls were wearing ordinary bikinis. One was over-weight and looked horrible. Three more wore thong bikinis. All 3 had nice butts. Two of the thong girls took their tops off while they were dancing. That left 1 other girl and Lucy. That other girl wore a slingshot as well, but there was one hell of a lot more material in hers. Her breasts were covered, as was her pubes. All the girls had been stood at the back of the stage and Lucy had kept her T-shirt on until it was her turn. When it was she quickly wiped the T-shirt off and started walking over to the MC, adjusting the slingshot so that her nipples were covered. The audience went crazy as Lucy stood at the front of the stage next to the MC. He spent a couple of minutes trying to get some quiet. All the time Lucy was stood there with her feet about a foot apart. I was well back in the audience and I could easily make out her clit sticking out. The guys at the front must have had a great view; and that view was getting captured on dozens of cameras. The flashes were almost non-stop. Eventually the MC got some sort of control and started talking to Lucy. When he asked her name Lucy thrust her chest forward. This caused the little bit of material covering her nipples to slide off to the outside of her tits. The MC lost control again, and the camera flashes went ballistic. The MC lost it again when he asked Lucy why she’d entered the competition. Her reply was, “Because I like people seeing my naked body.” As she was saying that she slid the straps off her shoulders and the whole slingshot dropped to the floor to ballistic camera flashes and deafening cheers. The Nightclubs ---------------- We only went to a couple of these; the action in the bars was good enough for us. On the nights that we did go clubbing Lucy got dressed up. Well, it you could call totally see-through dresses dressed up. The first club that we went to wasn’t that nice, but there was one part of the night that Lucy enjoyed. They had a dancing competition where girls were invited onto the stage to dance. The competition was to see which girls would take the most clothes off. Lucy danced in just her dress until one of the other girls got down to just her thong, then Lucy dropped her dress and was the first girl to get totally naked. Four other girls got naked as well, much to the delight of the crowd of mainly men watching. Afterwards I suggested that Lucy have a part-time career as a stripper. Lucy’s reply was, “How would I go about starting that?” The other club that we went to looked like a castle. It had a great foam area; dozens of people disappearing and coming out covered in the stuff. Of course Lucy wanted to go in, and when while there she took her dress off and got me to fuck her. Three times while I was fucking her, people bumped into us. I don’t think that they knew what we were doing. Apart from the foam I didn’t really like the place, there were too many fights going on and they got a bit too close to us for comfort. The Hotel Pool ---------------- The hotel didn’t have a big swimming pool, but it was popular particularly in the early evening. We liked to go there for early morning (ha!) swims and early evening relaxing before going out. The pool bar was open while we were there on an evening. It was manned by a young man or a young girl. Neither seemed to be bothered by the lack of clothes on the girls, but I did see the barman having a word with one of the guys who’d dropped his shorts then dived into the pool. The first time that we went there Lucy wore one of her nothing thongs; but when she realised that one or two other girls got naked, Lucy started walking to the pool totally naked, not even shoes. It was usually a quick swim followed by some time on a sunbed, followed by another swim then back to our room to get showered and hair dried (Lucy). Lucy liked to go to the pool looking as if she wasn’t with me. Not that she didn’t want me there. It was more a question of her liking the attention that she got from the lads when they thought that she was a naked girl on her own. She’d go and swim then lay out with her legs open and wait for the vultures to pounce. She’d let them hit on her, and buy her a drink. All the time she’d be letting them look at her tits and bald pussy. Meanwhile I’d be on another sunbed a few feet away. After she’d had enough Lucy would ‘dismiss’ them then start rubbing suntan lotion on herself. That was my cue to go and offer to help her. I’d finish the job paying a lot of attention to her tits then her pussy. You should have seen the faces on the lads that she’d dismissed. Twice while I was rubbing the lotion on her pussy by the pool I gave her an orgasm. Now that sight did get a lot of stares. That little game only worked a couple of times because the hotel didn’t have that many groups of single lads staying there. After that we concentrated on relaxing and soaking up the sun. Lucy went to the pool one evening wearing just her band aids. She was covered until she went for a swim. The band aids didn’t come out of the water. She said that she wanted to try wearing some more band aid and going to the bars, but she never got round to it. The Beach ----------- We went to one of the beaches on most days. Lucy liked the crowds. Having said that we often walked quite a distance looking for less crowded areas. I think that Lucy liked having people looking at her as we walked along. You see, Lucy hardly ever wore anything on the beach. The first couple of times she wore one of her nothing thongs, but once she realised that she could get away with wearing nothing the thongs came off as soon as she got there. A couple of times she left our hotel wearing only her shoes and some suntan cream. On that subject, I was very pleased to find out that Lucy tans easily. By the end of the holiday she had a golden, all-over tan. The beaches were crowded; thousands of 18-30s; a fair few of them ‘happy’ because of the booze that they’d taken to the beach or from the many beach bars. I never did see any kids or oldies there. We often played the same game that we’d played by the hotel swimming pool. One day we played it 3 times. All we had to do was play the game then move a hundred yards down the beach and start all over again. On the beach Lucy always had an orgasm. She said that she got turned on by all the people watching her. Most times that we were on the beach we saw places that were giving massages, Thai massages. About half way through the holiday I asked Lucy if she wanted one. She’d never had a massage before so after a short pause she said that she’d like one. We went over and watched the guy finish massaging a girl. The girl was only wearing a thong and Lucy was naked. The guy wasn’t at all phased by Lucy being naked. It was an amazing sight watching the guy work on Lucy. She looked so relaxed. At one point while she was on her stomach she looked like she was asleep. When the guy asked her to turn onto her back she was wide awake. In fact as he got nearer and nearer to her tits and pussy, the higher her chest went as her breathing got heavier and heavier. The guy worked on her breasts but never actually touched her pussy. He didn’t need to touch her pussy to make her cum. It wasn’t her strongest orgasm, but it definitely was an orgasm. The guy just continued massaging her as if nothing had happened. Afterwards Lucy said that she felt great and that I should have one. I told her that there was no way that I was going to let a guy put his hands all over me. We’d seen the crane and people jumping off it a few times, but the first time that we walked right up to it Lucy decided that she wanted to do a Bungee Jump. Not an ordinary Bungee Jump, a naked Bungee Jump. A topless girl was bouncing up and down on the elastic at the time. We went over to the man running the show and I asked if a naked girl could do the jump. He got out a board with dozens of photographs on it and pointed out a couple of naked girls hanging upside down. I turned to Lucy and gave her the thumbs-up. When it came to Lucy’s turn she unfastened her hair and walked to the yellow cage. The guys there smiled and welcomed her. Up they went and I could see one man fastening the bungee to her ankles. His face was inches from her pussy; I smiled as I thought that she would be enjoying that – providing that her nerves weren’t killing her. All too soon they were so high that I couldn’t tell that it was Lucy up there. After a few minutes the little gate opened and Lucy jumped out. My heart was in my mouth as she came hurtling to the water. She was screaming as she started to turn so that she was going down head first; then the bungee kicked in. As she went back up her long blonde hair hung from her head and she was laughing her head off. A couple of bounces later she was lowered towards the platform where the cage had been. A man held out a pole for Lucy to grab and she was lowered onto her back on the platform. Two men then lifted her legs and in the process of unfastening the bungee they managed to spread her legs wide. They obviously wanted a good look at her pussy – not that I blame them. When Lucy came back to me she was still trembling with excitement. When I mentioned the open legs she couldn’t remember it, or cared about it. On another stroll along the beach we came across a game of volleyball. It was a game of guys vs. gals. All the girls were topless. We stood and watched them play for a while. Just as we were thinking of moving on, one of the girls took a bad fall and decided to stop playing. One of the guys shouted that the girls team was a player short and would anyone like to take her place. A girl wearing a full bikini stuck her hand up, but Lucy just walked straight over to the pitch. “Okay nudie blondie, you’re in.” a guy said. The other girls said “Hi” and I heard one of them aske Lucy if she’d played before. “Once or twice,” was Lucy’s reply. As the game resumed I watched Lucy; or should I say, her breasts. All the other girl’s breasts were bouncing about (one girl had massive tits and they must have hurt her as she ran around) but Lucy’s were rock solid. It was like she’d had a boob job using concrete. Lucy was good, scoring 2 points for their team. The girls won. I wondered how much of that was due to Lucy’s state of dress. As we walked on I asked Lucy where she’d played volleyball before. It turned out that she’s been in her school’s team. Most times that we went onto the beach we went for a swim at one point or another. These swims often ended up with us having sex in the water. Lucy didn’t care how many people were near us. One time when we’d been laid out on one of the beaches for a while Lucy started to get restless. We’d been laid there for about an hour and a half and Lucy had attracted 2 or 3 groups of lads who wanted to enjoy the scenery. One group in particular had spread their towels no more than 6 feet from our feet. The 4 lads were laid on their stomachs looking up at Lucy’s pussy. Of course Lucy was enjoying the attention she was getting and was laying with her feet apart. I knew that she was aroused because her nipples were rock hard and her vulva were all puffed up and shiny wet. Lucy turned to me and said, “I need some exercise.” I was expecting her to continue and say that she wanted to go swimming, but no, Lucy has to be different. She stood up and started doing warm-up exercises right in front of the 4 lads. I got up on my elbows and watched the fabulous display of naked female flesh, although I had to bend one leg to try to hide my hard-on. Lucy finished her warm-up then started getting into various yoga positions. She must have looked at a yoga book and memorised the positions that involved spreading her legs because that’s just what she did, on the sand right in front of these 4 lads. The other groups of lads around us had spotted her (who wouldn’t have?) and were all watching her. After the yoga positions Lucy proceeded to start doing some exercises. Exercises like the ones that I used to do at school, like star jumps, press ups, upside down bicycle, squats, and handstands. The lads loved the squats because Lucy was facing them. They also enjoyed the handstands because both times that Lucy did one she collapsed almost on top of the lads; and of course she had to land with her legs open. Exercises done, Lucy lay back on her towel. She lay on her side right next to me, facing me. The she rolled over onto me so that she was half on me. One of my arms was pinned under her with that hand right next to her pussy. “Finger me please!” Lucy whispered to me. Now, what man could resist a request like that? Lucy lifted herself a little so that my hand could move to its target. He legs were slightly apart so I had easy access. I started rubbing and pushing a finger inside her. I looked down at the lads; all eyes were glued to her pussy. Lucy must have got really turned on by her display because it took less than a minute for her to start cumming. Her legs were jerking as she bit down on her hand to supress her moans and screams. Shortly after that we had to go into the sea for her to relieve my frustration. Another thing that we did on the beach a few times was for her to back into me when I was lying on my side. One day quite early on in our holiday Lucy was lying on her back and I was on my side looking at her front and thinking how lucky I was. We were talking when Lucy got on her side and backed into me in the spoon position. Lucy covertly got my hard-on out of my shorts and put it on her pussy. Natural instinct took over and I manoeuvred myself so that I could enter her. There was no way that I could pump her so we just lay there talking dirty to each other while Lucy squeezed her pussy muscles. She managed to make me cum in less than 5 minutes. After that first time Lucy had a little competition with herself to see if she could make me cum in less than 4 minutes. She never managed it. Sleeping --------- The nights there were warm and we slept naked on top of the bed. Lucy chose to sleep on the balcony side of the bed. The only time that the curtains were closed was when the maid closed them. The first thing that Lucy did after the maid had been was to open them as wide as they would go. Each night when we got back to our room we’d have sex (usually out on the balcony) with the lights on (Lucy liked the excitement of the possibility of someone walking passed and seeing us). A couple of time someone did see us, but after looking while they walked they just kept going. Lucy also liked to go to sleep with the light on. She said that it made her feel good that someone might look in on her. That also meant that my naked bits might be seen, even when I got a hard-on while I was sleeping; but that’s a small price to pay for being with Lucy. Eating Out ----------- The hotel was a ‘room only’ hotel but it had tea making facilities and those little plastic containers of milk so Lucy made us a cup of tea and we sat on the balcony drinking our tea and watching the few people that were up and about that early each morning. Some looked at us when they passed us and saw that we were naked, but no one said anything bad. We only really had 2 meals a day, breakfast and an evening meal on our way out to a bar and / or club. Breakfast was usually in one of the many cafés. Lucy always wore one of her indecent bikinis, often just the bottoms; and sometimes one of her indecent bikini tops. No one actually said anything to her, but she got plenty of stares. About the third time that we went to a café Lucy decided that she wanted to sit at the row of tables closest to the street. When we sat down she would turn her chair so that she was facing the direction that half the people were walking from. When we weren’t eating or being served Lucy would slouch down in the chair and open her legs so that anyone who looked could see her pussy as well as her tits. One time there was a group of lads who I saw go past us 3 times; I guess that they liked the scenery. Evening meals were often in one of the Chinese restaurants; we had Lucy’s winnings to spend. No one was bothered that Lucy’s dresses were see-through. On other nights we ate in cafés or one of the fast food joints. One evening, when Lucy was wearing nothing but shoes, we went into McDonalds and nobody said a thing. Days out --------- One day we decided to go on the booze cruise. Lucy got a few admiring looks from some of the young men when she boarded wearing her nothing thong. The crew had a good look as well, but no one said anything. The booze and music started flowing just as soon as we started moving. Lucy wanted to dance on her own to see how much attention she would get so I stood back and watched. I could quite happily watch Lucy dancing, virtually naked, all the time. She’d let her hair down and it was partially covering those magnificent tits some of the time. Every time that a man paid her any attention she’d flick her hair back so that he could see all of her tits. She got hit on quite a few times by the loads of unattached males there. There were other topless girls on board, some in thong bottoms, but most girls wore conventional bikinis; although some of the tops came off as the alcohol consumption went up. The games that the crew organised were fun. The best was the ‘how many sex positions could you simulate in one minute’. Lucy loved that one. With her pussy being total exposed in that nothing thong she flashed just about everyone there. It was a good job that I had my shorts on. It’s one thing fucking Lucy on a semi dark stage, or partially hidden on the beach, but out there in the bright sunlight with dozens of people watching was little bit too much for me. I’m sure that Lucy would have done it though. We did fuck on that boat. There were a few seats up at the front and that area was quiet when the games were going on. Lucy told me to sit on one of the bench seats. She got my cock out and played with it for a whole second until it got hard, then she knelt either side of my legs and lowered herself onto me. A handful of people saw us, and one couple decided to do the same as us. Afterwards, when we were back with the crowds Lucy told me that my cum was running down the insides of her thighs. When I said that it could have been her face if she’d given me a blowjob, she asked me how long it would take me to get reloaded. Shortly after that the jumping off the boat games started. We were at the side of the boat watching the drunks jump off when one bloke didn’t surface. Lucy was one of only a handful of people who saw this. One girl shouted that the guy couldn’t swim, but there was too much noise. Lucy shouted, “Oh fuck!” She climbed over the railings and dove in. When she surfaced she was holding the guy to her chest. She swam holding him to a little raft that the crew had put out to help all the swimmers get out of the water and 2 guys pulled him out of the water. Lucy got out and gave him mouth to mouth, and he soon started coughing and spluttering. My hero climbed back onto the boat and came back to me. All the time only about a dozen people knew what had happened. I hugged Lucy and asked her where she’s learnt to do that. “It was part of my ‘swim a mile’ goal.” “Perhaps you should get a job as a naked lifeguard.” I said. Another day we decided to go for a wander round the old village. Lucy had great trouble deciding what to wear. She said that she really wanted to go naked, but she thought that might have been a problem for some of the residents – she didn’t want to get locked-up. She whittled it down to 2 choices. One was her nothing bikini which would look like she had a thong bikini on, but expose both her tits and pussy. The other was her fishnet little black dress. In the end we left the hotel with her wearing the nothing bikini, but with the dress in her bag. It was mid-day by the time we left the hotel and we hardly saw anyone. I guess that the Greeks didn’t like going out during the hottest part of the day. The few locals that we saw ignored us, but we got a few funny looks from other tourists. After about the first half hour Lucy decided that she didn’t want to get white marks from the bikini top so she took it off. She was virtually naked waling round the old streets. Lucy wanted to go and look round an old church but I wouldn’t let her, not dressed like that. Now I’m not a religious person, but I do respect people’s right to have their own beliefs and traditions. About an hour later we got bored and walked back to the lively part of Malia and on to the beach. We hired a car one day to have a look at more of the island. Lucy refused to take any clothes with her and she sat in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dash for most of the day. I was surprised that she didn’t get sore with the amount of playing with herself that she did. I told her to take it easy because I didn’t want to have to leave her alone if she did get sore. She just said that I’d have to kiss it better if she did. We even drove through some built-up areas and stopped at road junctions with her frigging away. We found this really nice beach and Lucy wanted to go for a swim. I asked her about her lack of clothes and all she did was open the car door, get out and walk down to the sea. As I chased after her I looked at the people there. Lots were staring at her. They stared again when we got out of the sea about 30 minutes later. The flight home ----------------- All good things come to an end eventually, and we had to return home. Lucy’s return home outfit consisted of her material less thong under her fishnet little black dress. She got a funny look from the Greek security people at the airport, but the part that she enjoyed the most was from the middle-aged man sat next to her on the plane. He couldn’t take his eyes of her tits; and you should have seen his face when she squeezed passed him to go to the toilet. When she went she faced away from him to give him a great view of her butt; but when she came back she faced him. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

Spiderman and Rick Savage Tracey and the Beauty shop Wed Jun 1, 2016 15:27 2601:441:8302:b770:68ee:747b:ba52:37c5 Tracey and the Beauty Shop by Spiderman and Rick Savage “Do you think you can get her to do it,” asked Lucy. “Oh, no problem. That blond bimbo is so conceited and stupid, it will be child’s play getting her to sign on the dotted line,” said Emily. “That’s great. And you can have that cameo I promised you as well. As you know, our ratings have been down whereas our competitor has become one of the highest rated reality shows on the telly. Their pranks have been much more...risque than ours. But that all changes if we can get your boss to take a “trip to the beauty salon.” Of OUR choice, of course. And I’ve got the perfect place. They’re all ready to comply with our little rouse.” “It will be fun to see darling Tracey’s ‘coming out’ party” said Emily, laughing wickedly as she hung up. At 5’3,” with long beautiful blonde hair and curves to die for, Tracey Smith looked like a veritable Barbie Doll. She had a thin little waist and natural tits so large, they actually looked TOO big compared to the rest of her body. Every man in the company, and most of the women as well, lusted after this Barbie Doll. The trouble was, Tracey was keenly aware of the effects her looks had on everyone and she used them to her advantage whenever possible. She teased but never delivered. But that didn’t seem to stop her from getting an executive position over the much more qualified and educated Emily. And Tracey relished in that fact. Every chance she got, she did everything she could to rub Emily’s nose in it and try making her feel inferior. It was Friday, and Tracey arrived at the marketing office a full two hours later than her assistant, Emily. By the time Tracey waltzed in, Emily had already accomplished most of the tasks on Tracey’s agenda, WHICH was what she usually did. Rather than being appreciative, Tracey was overbearing and critical, and Emily had just about reached the breaking point. “Oh PLEASE let this dumb cow fall for it,” thought Emily. “Emily, grab me some coffee and make sure I get two creams in it this time,” said Tracey. “Right away, miss,” said Emily. “Right on cue,” she thought. She knew Tracey’s first order was always to command her to go get coffee. After pouring the coffee, Em put a few drops of a mysterious substance in it, and then added the two creams. After informing Tracey that most of her work for the week had already been done, Emily informed her boss that she did have an interesting envelope from the newest, swankiest beauty salon in all of London. “Well don’t just stand there you dumb twit. Go and get it for me,” barked Tracey as she slurped down her coffee. Double timing Emily quickly retrieved the envelope and casually said with a sly grin, “Maybe the shop noticed that gray hair on your head, or noticed that you’ve packed a couple of pounds on your behind.” Neither statement was true, but that didn’t stop the vane Miss Smith from wondering if she DID have a gray hair or had packed on a couple of pounds. After all, she DID fancy her desserts. Tracey quickly opened the envelope, which was gold laced and written in calligraphy. She saw it was an invitation for a COMPLETE day of beauty from head to toe, complementary, and had been bestowed on her because Tracey had recently been named as a “rising star in junior executives under the age of 30.” The only condition was, Tracey had to allow herself to be filmed so that the shop could use the event to promote and advertise themselves. Tracey smiled with glee and waved the invite under Emily’s nose. Fighting back a humongous giggle, Emily looked at the invite and said, “Oh, this is WONDERFUL miss, but it says your appointment starts in about an hour. And if you’re not there, you forfeit the “day of beauty” to the next nominee. They’ve included the release forms you need to sign and fax to them. Probably just the standard waiver. But I can grab your granny glasses if you want to read the fine print.” “Nonsense. I don’t need glasses to read,” wailed Tracey. “And all those release forms are the same. It’s just formality. Let me sign the thing, finish my coffee, and you can fax it over while I grab my things and take off.” “Anything you say miss. I hope you have a day you will never forget” chortled Emily as she went to fax the all important release papers. Tracey sped along in her suped up convertible and reached the salon with ten minutes to spare. By now the “mystery drops” were just beginning to have an effect and Tracey was feeling downright euphoric. Director Lucy, pretending to be the salon’s owner, greeted her at the door and said, “Welcome Miss Smith. We’ve been anxiously awaiting your arrival. Now, one of the reasons you were chosen was that as a female executive on the rise, we assume that you know the latest in health, fashion, salon and spa treatments. So many less successful women are naive and haven’t a clue, and don’t realize that the most modern beauty treatments can seem bizarre, shocking at times and they CAN cause a bit of discomfort. You’re not ignorant of the modern techniques, are you?” Tracey was glowing with excitement but….oddly, she was feeling quite docile. Not wanting to appear unhip, she said, “Oh no. I’m quite aware of….” Lucy cut her off, “Some of these stupid, lackey women, balk at some techniques and want to back out and leave before their total beauty transformation has been completed. So then, we won’t have any complaints from you, will we?” “Oh….certainly not,” said Tracey, not wanting to appear stupid. A dreamyness had come over Tracey. She HEARD the words come of her mouth but...it was almost as though someone else were saying them. They even sounded a bit funny. “Well, my lawyer tells me that we’ve received your signed release form, so the salon’s covered. We’ve invested quite a bit of money in this film crew for the day, AND there’s a reporter or two arriving in a few. If you DID back out at some point you’d be responsible for the cost of the crew, AND of course would be liable for damages to our reputation. Good. I’m glad you understand.” Tracey looked around. Besides several customers, Tracey noticed that there were plenty of guys moving about with very expensive looking film equipment. Lawyer? Liable? For a moment she wondered if maybe she should have read that film release. But…..she felt MARVELOUS. She told herself not to worry and just enjoy all the attention, all the primping. She LOVED being the center of attention, AND they were going to be filming her. She was so excited she even noticed a glow coming from her…..clitoral region. “Oh, this is going to be SUCH fun,” thought Tracey. She heard Lucy’s voice. What was she saying? “Ok, let’s get you into the back room where the doctor’s set up. We need to do a quick physical to make sure you’re in good enough health to undergo some of the more physically demanding treatments.” “Wow,” thought Tracey, “How extremely professional and thorough they’re being. A doctor. A physical.” Tracey thought it a bit odd to need a physical for a day at a salon but...she didn’t want to appear ignorant of the newest techniques, so she allowed herself to be lead by the arm by someone who appeared to be another of the crew guys. The “back room” looked pretty much like a standard manager’s office, except for the fact that the manager’s large desk had been completely cleared off, and portable, gynecological stirrups had been clamped to one end of the desk. The site of the stirrups caused Tracey’s heart to race. “THOSE wouldn’t be necessary,” she thought, or at least hoped. “With all these crew people standing around, they really can’t expect me to open my legs so my girly bits are visible.” In an instant, a crew guy flipped a switch on one of the big standing lights and the room suddenly became as bright as an operating room. Smiling profusely, Lucy said to Tracey, “Ok, look straight into the camera and say your name, age, height, and measurements.” “Tracey Smith, 27 years young, 5,3” 38 22 34 are my stats,” and she winked at the camera. A nurse suddenly opened the door and she could have been Emily’s twin if not for the odd purple-colored hair and big horned rimmed glasses. The nurse grabbed Tracey’s arm, took her blood pressure and pulse and then said with a slight smirk, “Ok miss. Get naked.” Tracey’s mouth fell open, a somewhat shocked, yet bewildered look on her face. It was that one word, “naked,” that stunned her. “I’m sorry. Not sure I heard you correctly.” The nurse sighed and impatiently said, “Honey, get naked as the day you were born. Or are you one of those ignorant complainers?” “Oh no, not me. I’m up to date on all the latest trends,” stammered Tracey as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and then unzipped her skirt. As she slid her blouse off her shoulders, it felt like the entire room had gone quiet and every eye in the place was on her. Or at least….on her tits. Tracey’d worn a fairly skimpy bra to work that day, not realizing that she’d be….”on stage.” Her magnificent bosoms were literally SPILLING out of the bra. The sight of her cleavage was so amazing, it was almost humorous. Someone in the crew whistled. There were a couple of soft, “oh my god” type comments. With the bright light shining in her eyes, she had no idea how many people were squeezed into the office but it just FELT like the room was very crowded. Suddenly Tracey noticed the small red light on the big camera. She knew what that meant. The camera was rolling. “You...have to film this part as well?” Lucy sighed and spoke in a stern voice now, “Yes, of course, we do. We are documenting your complete beauty transformation from beginning to end. Now continue taking off those duds.” Despite this dreamy feeling and a body tingling that had her feeling very nice, she could feel her heart pounding. Someone took her blouse from her and she unzipped her pencil skirt. As she began to slide that down, she realized that her matching panties were about as skimpy as her bra. As she handed over her skirt, Tracey found herself hoping it would be enough to be in her underwear, that they would leave her at least those shreds of decency. But then she saw the nurse glaring at her impatiently and she knew….in a few moments…..she’d be the only one in the room naked. It was like...deja vu all over again. How was it that time and again, Tracey found herself standing in front of a room full of people, naked. And every time a misadventure had left her in that situation. Each time it just seemed more humiliating than the last. As she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, Tracey just wished the ground would open up and swallow her. And...hadn’t she had THAT feeling before. As her bra slid off her shoulders, revealing her truly magnificent, teardrop shaped orbs, there were more gasps from the crew. At the sound of the gasps and the feeling of the cold air in the room on her now naked tits, Tracey’s face tingled. She knew that it must’ve turned crimson from the utter embarrassment. The same guy who’d taken her blouse and skirt, took her bra from her and stood there. As though she were on autopilot, without a mind of her own, Tracey slid her thumbs inside the waistband of her scanty panties. She took a deep breath and in one swift motion, she pulled her knickers to her ankles. She stood straight up, giving everyone a view of her neatly trimmed but well tufted landing strip of blonde hair. Tracey held out her hand, expecting someone to take it, help her balance while she stepped out of her panties. But everyone….was spellbound. Standing there, naked except for high heels and a pair of panties around her ankles, Tracey was a finer sight than any centerfold anyone in the room had ever seen. Eventually, with everyone staring at her, Tracey realized that she was going to have to do this herself, so she tried lifting one foot out of her panties but it was a bit tangled and she almost fell. STILL...no one stepped forward to assist her. Tracey bent over and held the panties while she delicately lifted one foot out. She stood up quickly, as suddenly, she felt light headed, as though she might pass out. She caught herself again. Then she used her free foot to stand on the panties while she lifted the other foot out. She pressed her knees together, squatted and picked up her panties which she then handed to the guy with her clothing. As he turned and walked away, Tracey said, “Oh, please put them somewhere safe.” In a syrupy, sweet, sarcastic voice, the Emily lookalike nurse told her, “Oh, don’t you worry Honey. We’ll take good care of your clothes. VERY good care.” “That’s quite a nice birthday suit you’ve got there, Tracey, said Lucy. Nurse, better take her measurements just to verify she didn’t pad any statistics.” With that, the woman Tracey had come to think of as “Emily 2,” wrapped a tape measure around Tracey’s impressive chest. That’s when our bimbo realized that her nipples were as erect as the erasers on pencils. Another wave of embarrassment swept through Tracey as she realized that every man and woman in the room would take that as a sign that she was sexually aroused, when SHE knew that the only reason they were hard was because the room was SO damned cold. But then….. Tracey realized that her pussy was tingling and knew that her body had betrayed her once again. She was somehow turned on by this most humiliating situation. Nurse Emily 2 then told Tracey to get on the exam table, indicating the desk. Tracey thought, “Some exam table. NOTHING in this room feels like a real doctor’s examination room.” Tracey climbed up on the table, but Emily smiled and said, “Don’t get used to sitting down. I need you on all fours with your ass in the air.” Tracey did as she was told and gulped when she saw the nurse pull out a tube of lubricant and grab a thermometer. Tracey knew where this was heading. Right to her southern hemisphere, and an area that had been virginal up to now. The nurse poured a generous amount of lubricant on her gloved hand and then proceeded to lube Tracey’s asshole quite vigorously. As Nurse Emily virtually gave Tracey’s backdoor a good fingerbanging, Tracey wondered if it was really necessary to push a finger in and out of one’s asshole so many times and so vigorously just to prepare it for getting one’s temperature taken. Finally, Emily began to slowly push the large glass thermometer deep inside Tracey’s anus. Tracey gasped as Emily had pushed the instrument quite deep into her bumhole. “We need to let you cook a while,” the nurse giggled. “Is Dr. Mike here yet?” With that, a chunky guy with a bit of a belly, wearing scruffy jeans and a dark t-shirt stepped forward. “Oh, here, here. I’m here. Just been watching. You’ve been doing a splendid job, nurse. While we wait for the temperature to register, let’s get the breast exam out of the way. Tell you what, Nurse, this desk, er excuse me, table, is a bit wide. Why don’t you check the left one, while I check the right one. And in a flash, Emily and the “doctor” were on either side of her, pawing her gorgeous natural udders. Tracey’s arms weren’t all that long and her stunning boobs were practically touching the table. Tracey looked up at the grin on Dr. Mike’s face and seriously wondered if he was a real doctor. He was dressed just like all the other guys in the crew, AND the way he was pawing and squeezing her boobs, it certainly didn’t feel like any breast exam she’d ever gotten. But as hard as HE was squeezing, Nurse Emily, who had to be almost half the size of this big oaf, was squeezing WAY harder. As euphoric as Tracey was feeling, this was downright painful. And occasionally Emily was wickedly pinching her hard nipple. Tracey almost squealed in pain a couple of times. Suddenly, Emily turned to a smiling crew member and said, “Biff, come here. Take my place. You’ve got to see what these puppies feel like.” With that, the smiling crew guy stepped forward and clutched Tracey’s left tit. Although she felt as though she had no control over what was happening, Tracey managed to say, “Wait, he’s not a doctor.” To which Emily told her, “Oh, Biff’s in medical school. It’s ok. Lucy’s given him permission.” Tracey thought, “What the ... does Lucy’s permission have to do with anything. This guy’s NOT a doctor yet.” She looked over to her right as Dr. Mike seemed to be squeezing her right boob a lot hard now, at which point she now saw that someone ELSE had taken Dr. Mike’s place and the new guy had a grin on his face from ear to ear. Maybe at that point Tracey just gave up. WHY did she feel so docile, and yet so dreamy, and….she knew her pussy was wet. And she KNEW that anyone standing behind her could probably see it glisten. Tracey glanced over her shoulder and NOW saw that someone had left the door ajar, so anyone could see the lovely sight of her naked examination if they happened to be looking in. Tracey could hear giggling and some cameras click but for some reason, she made no protest. She was totally embarrassed but for some reason she couldn’t explain….she was just allowing these things to be done to her. She held her head down in shame and dared not move, afraid the thermometer might break off inside her. After what seemed an eternity but was only 5 or 6 minutes, Nurse Emily 2, returned and quickly yanked the thermometer out of Tracey’s rear and it made a loud popping noise when she pulled it all the way out. “Looks like your goose is cooked perfectly,” giggled the nurse. “Now stay in that position as I will go grab the bleach.” “Bleach!!!” thought Tracey. “Whatever for.” She still was naked, ass high in the air when the nurse wiped her ass down with several tissues. At that point, Lucy stepped forward and announced, “This is the first part of your beautification.” She then applied some acid-like liquid and said, “This may sting a bit as we need you perfectly smooth for your anal bleaching. After 20 minutes of shock and horror Tracey’s bumhole was bleached to match the rest of her. After her bleaching Tracey was instructed to roll onto her back and put her feet in the stirrups. Obediently, like some zombie, Tracey obeyed. She slid to the edge of the table, trying to get her feet in the stirrups, but said, “I don’t think it’s going to work. I think the stirrups are too far apart.” Emily chimed in, “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll make you fit. Just scooch your butt right to the edge of the table.” When her pretty butt cheeks reached the edge, Dr. Mike and a guy she hadn’t noticed before, stepped forward and each forced a foot into the stirrups. Tracey’s high heels slipped into the opening in the stirrups and her legs were now locked in place and spread wide for all the world to see. Dr. Mike and Biff now both began to put on latex gloves. The problem was, both of them had hands so large, they kept tearing the gloves. Finally, Mike shrugged and said, “Well, don’t worry little lady. I washed my hands before I left the house this morning.” As he positioned himself between Tracey’s spread legs, he announced to Lucy and anyone else who happened to be listening. “Wow. Look at this. Self lubricating vagina. She’s so wet, I don’t think we’ll be needing any lube.” and with that, Mike slipped one of his meaty fingers into Tracey’s pussy. Tracey just closed her eyes, trying everything she could NOT to feel turned on. But...it wasn’t working. Mike’s fingerings felt like just that. Like nothing her doctor had ever done. At some point Mike stepped back and said to Biff, “Here, you gotta check this out. Such a dainty, snug little vagina on a girl with such HUGE boobies. For what seemed like an hour, but in reality was just 8 minutes, Dr. Mike and Biff alternated pushing their fingers in and out of Tracey. Front….and back door. Finally, the two guys stepped back and Nurse Emily 2 stepped forward with paper towels and tissues to clean up. When she was done, she told Tracey to get off the exam table as they needed her to jog in place. Tracey was happy to oblige because her pussy was beginning to get sore from all the examining it had been going through, and it was CERTAINLY better than getting another anal bleaching. Before Tracey began to jog in place, Dr. Mike stepped forward with a stethoscope and lifted her left tit, placing the cold scope against her rib cage. At the same time, Nurse Em, stepped forward and took her pulse. A moment later, Mike and Em stepped back and told Tracey, “Ok, begin jogging in place.” As Tracey jogged, her tremendous tits bounced up and down. Emily 2, now sounding quite stern told her, “C’mon girl. Faster. Bring those legs up higher.” Tracey obeyed and a couple of times, her big, heavy boobs actually smacked her in the face. Besides hitting her in the face, her boobs were really beginning to hurt from all the wild thrashing about. “C’mon girl! I said FASTER. And keep those knees up”. Tracey began to fear she was in danger of giving herself 2 black eyes with her tits. After a solid 5 minutes of running in place, a breathless Tracey was permitted to stop running. Emily took her pulse. Dr. Mike lifted her tit again and listened to her heart. He said to Lucy, “She’s fine. I give her the greenlight. How’s her pulse, nurse?” “Within range. She’s good to go.” With that, Nurse Em 2 smiled and told Tracey she had a nice bounce to her, and that her boobs would benefit greatly from the breast beautification treatment she would be getting later in the day. Tracey had no idea what a breast beautification treatment consisted of, but did not want to show her ignorance, so she did not ask. Tracey was then handed a very thin almost transparent robe to put on and was instructed to walk through the main room of the beauty parlor, which she had walked through when she first arrived. The eyes of the other female customers gravitated to Tracey as she proudly paraded into the room, HOPING that none of these ugly women had glanced into the back room and seen her naked degradation. Tracey thought, “That’s right, bitches. Stare at me. LOOK at what you’ll never be. Never have a body like this. And surely never be as pretty as this.” The thing was...Tracey didn’t realize just how see-thru her robe was. She had no idea that most of the women were staring….because she looked virtually nude. Tracy was led into a side room and placed in a large, reclining chair and was given a hot towel treatment. The chair began to massage Tracey. She thought that this is more like it, as she felt she deserved to be pampered. In a few minutes, her medical exam ordeal somehow seemed like it had happened years ago. She began to put it out of her mind. WHICH was easy to do, with her body under the influence of the mysterious drops Emily had put in her coffee. The pampering only lasted about five minutes though, before a young man in a white lab coat entered and took the towels off Tracey and turned off the massage chair. “My you are a pretty thing Tracey,” he said in a friendly manner. “But when we’re done with you, you will not believe the transformation that will occur.” Tracey smiled upon hearing that, as she felt she was already one of the hottest women in town, and now she would be the envy of every woman in London. The man introduced himself as clinician, John Chambers, and he proceeded to roll over a cart that was full of food similar to the type you would see in a teppanyaki restaurant. He then exclaimed how using natural foods and herbs and spices, brought out the beauty of the skin unlike any man made chemicals could. That made sense to Tracey so she was not about to question his methods. Chambers grabbed some roma tomatoes, crushed them and started rubbing tomato all over her face and said it was good for color rejuvenation. He then proceeded to sprinkle some powder on her which smelled similar to parmesan cheese. Tracey thought she must look like a human pizza and smelled like one as well. Chambers then pulled Tracey’s robe open saying, “We need to get all your skin dear,” and he then pulled it entirely off. First, grabbing some olive oil, he applied it liberally to the entire front of Tracey’s exposed body. He poured it onto her breasts, across her flat stomach, into her crotch and down her legs. Then he began to massage it into the skin. His hands moved swiftly. Her tits, her abdomen, across her pussy, all the way down her legs. He was firm, yet sensual. And he seemed to spend more time on her crotch and on her tits. It wasn’t as though he put his finger on her clit and began to tickle it, but he CERTAINLY wasn’t ignoring it either. Each time a hand or hands, traveled from her legs to her midsection, a finger or fingers passed between her pussy lips, quickly caressing her clit. Without her noticing it right away, Chambers had stopped travelling her body and was now vigorously working only on her boobs. “WOW,” thought Tracey. “He’s massaging SO deeply into my breasts that it’s REALLY beginning to hurt. I wonder if this is what they call ‘deep tissue massage?’’ Then, Chambers did something totally unexpected. He placed one hand directly on her vagina, and just started rubbing. Slowly, sensually, firmly, short strokes, just down and up, down and up. Occasionally, a finger would pass between her labia, then...they were passing between her lips with each stroke. When he had been rubbing her breasts, she knew that her nipples had again, become as hard as erasers on pencils. She knew she was getting turned on. But….if Chambers didn’t stop stroking, Tracey thought she was in great danger of having the embarrassment of orgasming in front of an entire film crew. Having an orgasm when she was simply experiencing a normal, modern skin beautification treatment. If it happened, and she DID go over the edge, she knew that everyone in the crew would think she was just a total slut. Finally, Chambers ceased his massage. Tracey was both happy AND sad that he stopped. Happy that she wouldn’t experience the embarrassment of climaxing in front of the crew. But sad, because OMG did her body SO want to orgasm at this point. One by one, a dozen eggs were then cracked open, drizzled onto and rubbed into Tracey’s thoroughly oiled body. She was told to close her eyes, and one egg was cracked open onto her face and rubbed in. Tracey felt shiny and slimy but that didn’t last long as she was suddenly doused by Lucy who poured a full gallon of cold milk all over her body. Tracey’s eyes were closed to keep the egg out of them so she didn’t know whose hands they were but now, 6 hands were rubbing the milk into the mix of egg and oil. A few minutes later, Nurse Emily 2 then came in and hosed her down with ice cold water. Tracey was shocked by how cold the water was. And Em 2 languished a little longer on her clit and on her nipples. After a few minutes of ice water hosing, Tracey’s flesh was now clean and covered with goosebumps. “I’m cold,” Tracey told the nurse and Chambers. But they told her not to fret as the main room of the salon would warm her up in a hurry and they grabbed her by her wrists. Tracey stood still in her tracks and asked, “But aren’t you going to give me some clothes? I can’t go out into the main salon naked.” “Harrumph. I thought you knew all about salon and spa etiquette? Don’t you know that it’s a great honor to be the “only one naked” in a salon and that it’s the sign that you are the star, and deserve special treatment? It’s common knowledge. But if you prefer not to continue your treatment which is worth thousands of pounds we can stop.” Tracey who had a tough time disobeying men in authority to begin with, had now been rendered completely powerless by the strange drops that Emily had put in her coffee. They were a mild dose of ecstasy combined with a mild dose of rohypnol. The ecstasy had her body singing with pleasure and the rohypnol had her so docile, you could’ve done just about anything to her at that point. Tracey heard herself agree to go out into the salon in the buff. Chambers smiled at Nurse Emily 2 and said, “Excellent! I am so glad you are highly intelligent Tracey.” He then patted her naked behind and led her into the salon. Tracey, all wet from her hosing down, and very, very naked except for her elegant black high heels, was walked past several women and a couple of teenagers. One teen, who was blonde and rather busty herself, asked her mother, “Does that lady realize she’s naked? She looks kind of ‘out of it.’” Tracey pretended not to hear the remark as she was lead into the very center of the room where there now stood a piece of furniture that somewhat resembled medieval stocks. It had a hole large enough for someone’s neck and smaller holes on either side of that hole that were about the size of wrists. On the other side of these “stocks” was an odd wooden box on the floor that appeared to have 2 holes in the top that looked about the size of someone’s ankle. Tracey was lead to the box where she saw that the top opened into two halves. She was then guided to step into the box. At that point the top two halves were lowered, and then latched, thus securing her feet in place. The top of the stocks was then raised, at which point Tracey was instructed to place her neck and wrists into the lower portion of the apparatus. “Oh my. What on earth is this for?” “This piece of furniture secures you in place for your next treatment, ‘repeated impact buttock massage.’ It’s a technique invented by a man named Joe P and then highly utilized by my father who was a specialist in weight loss for pudgy women. Now then, if you’ll please lower your head and hands into the slots, so we can proceed…” “Oh, but….you don’t think I’m pudgy, do you?” Ha. Tracey was FAR from pudgy. With her oversized, stunning, natural boobs and tiny trim waist, she really DID look a bit like a human barbie doll. “No,” said John Chambers, “But when we were leaving the other room and I patted you on your derriere, I did notice a bit more ‘soft tissue’ than is ideal. In short, your bottom could use a wee bit of firming up. Fortunately for you, the complete beauty day makeover you’re receiving today includes some ‘repeated impact buttock massage.’ This will firm up those lady buns of yours in no time.” As Tracey lowered her head and hands into the stocks, and the top half was lowered onto her neck and wrists, securing her immediate fate, she knew that this repeated impact buttock massage sounded very familiar. Her mind in a daze, she searched her memory. Hadn’t a therapist once visited her in her flat and administered this type of massage to her once before? Gradually the images came back to her. As a younger woman, she HAD once let her weight get a bit out of control. Partly due to her love of chocolate. Online, she’d found a “weight loss” doctor who guaranteed he could help a woman lose weight. She purchased various creams and oils that she needed to rub into her naked body. She also needed to document her actions for the doctor. When the oils didn’t work, Tracey was advised to purchase a session of this repeated impact buttock massage. As she recalled, this type of “massage” was quite painful. What had been the doctor’s name that sold her these oils and treatments? Wasn’t it also Chambers? Tracey noticed someone walk passed and behind her carrying something that was shaped like a cricket bat, only not as thick, and it had several holes drilled in it. The word, “IMPACTOR” was printed on it in bold letters. John, “I have to warn you Tracey, this type of therapeutic massage can cause a bit of discomfort. But it’s well worth it in the long run.” As the “impactor” made is first collision with Tracey’s cute, bubble-shaped tushie, sending shock waves throughout her entire body, the former doctor’s name flashed in her head. It had been Chambers. Dr. Rupert Chambers. This John, just HAD to be - WHACK - his son. “Ouch! That certainly does sting a bit, doesn’t it?” Emily 2, wearing a beautifully devious grin on her face, was standing slightly in front of Tracey, to the side, which afforded her a good view of Tracey’s facial reactions AND a view of her pretty butt cheeks jiggling from the impact of the “patented buttock impact massager.” John asked her, “Would you be so kind as to count the impacts for me, Nurse? The proper therapy calls for 12 impacts to each buttock.” “Why of course, Mr. Chambers. Was that 2 or 3?” “Not sure. Tell you what. We’ll just start over. Tracey’s being such a good client, we’ll just toss in the first ones for free. Besides, a few extra will do her saggy behind a bit of good.” Tracey was about to object, and tell them that they had already given her exactly TWO impacts, but the words “saggy behind,” really caught her off guard. Was she really looking “saggy” back there. Fact was, “saggy” was about the last word you’d think of to describe Tracey’s ass. Those pretty buns looked as though they’d been chiseled in marble. WHACK! “One.” WHACK! “Two.” WHACK! “Three.” “Wow. The treatment stings quite a lot.” WHACK! “Four.” WHACK! “Five.” WHACK! “Six.” “Ooooo.” That last one caused Tracey’s knees to buckle. Once she’d straightened her legs…. WHACK! “Seven.” WHACK! “Eight.” Each blow was sending waves of sensation throughout Tracey’s body. WHACK! “Nine.” “OWWW. ; That’s more than a bit of stinging. Do you think you could deliver the massage slightly less vigorously?” “‘Afraid not, Tracey. The impacts must be delivered properly for you to receive the full benefit of the massage. “ WHACK! “Ten.” WHACK! “Eleven.” “OWWW.” Tracey twisted her neck to look up into the face of Nurse Emily 2. “Why did she have such an evil grin on her face,” Tracey wondered. The blows alternately fell on each of Tracey’s beautiful butt cheeks, which had already taken on a nice reddish glow. “Twelve…..Thirteen….Fourteen….Fifteen.” Tracey was beginning to see stars and all kinds of pretty colors with each blow to her sore bottom. But an odd thing was happening. As the blow would resonate throughout her entire body, it would also resonate right in her clit. She knew it was tingling wildly, and she KNEW she must be dripping wet. Again, she hoped no one would notice. “WHY was she feeling so aroused from such pain and humiliation?” she asked herself. “Sixteen….Seventeen.” Tracey’s knees were now buckling with each blow. And each time, John Chambers would wait until she straightened her legs. A few times he had to say, “C’mon Tracey, straighten up. Can’t take all day with this. Unless you’d like to.” WHACK! “Eighteen.” Tracey was now sobbing gently, tears streaming down her face. Emily, “Mr. Chambers, your technique is excellent. I hope that someday, I’m as good as you at repeated impact buttock massage.” “Oh, have you done this type of work, Nurse?” “Oh, very amateur attempts. Tried it on a girlfriend of mine at home.” “Well here,” said Chambers, handing her the Impactor, “Why don’t you finish up for me?” Emily’s face lit up with excitement, “Oh, Mr. Chambers, COULD I? I’d love to try it under the watchful eye as someone as skilled as yourself.” And with that, Emily took the Impactor and took a solid stance behind Tracey. WHACK! “OWWWWWWW.” Emily’s first blow missed. It landed a few inches below Tracey’s butt, across her upper thighs. An immediate red area appeared on Tracey’s thighs. “Whoops, I missed.” “Yes, you need to aim better. That last blow won’t do anything to firm up her tushie. So, that one doesn’t count. Take #19 all over again.” And with that, Emily unleashed an incredibly hard “impact on Tracey’s right butt cheek. “OWWWWWWW.” Tracey wriggled her feet inside the wooden box that encased them. Her clitty was tingling nonstop at this point. WHACK! “Twenty” Concern swept through Tracey’s mind. With her clit tingling nonstop at this point, would it be possible….that she could orgasm just from this incredibly painful “massage?” WHACK! “Twenty One.” WHACK! “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Emily looked down at her boss’s flaming red ass cheeks. OH, was she living a dream! “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Tracey let out a great inner sigh. Sobbing, she could feel her excitement juices now running down the insides of her legs and REALLY hoped that Mr. Chambers or the nurse hadn’t noticed. Emily, “I’m sorry the treatment’s over Mr. Chambers. I think I was JUST beginning to get the knack of it. Do you think I could take just two more, just for practice?” Chambers looked down at the stream of clear fluid running down Tracey’s leg all the way to her ankle and smiled. “Oh, I suppose we could give Tracey a couple of bonus shots. Her buttocks could surely use the tightening up.” Stunned. Disbelieving her ears, Tracey felt powerless to protest. She knew she just had to grin and bare it. Emily unleashed all her might on her final two “practice” strokes as Tracey just placed her mind in her vibrating clit and hung in there. As Tracey was released from the stocks, tears streaming down her face (and something else streaming down her legs) Emily noted, “Her bottom’s looking extremely red doctor. Do you think we should put something on it? Maybe some Tiger Balm or something? Chambers couldn’t believe at how sadistic Emily’s suggestion was. Fearing that Tiger Balm on her bright red ass MIGHT just cause Tracey to crack, which would ruin everything, he opted for something less painful, but probably more humiliating. “No, I think good old fashioned Vaseline Petroleum Jelly would be best,” and with that, he took a couple of jars off a nearby counter. “But, you and I have to get ready for the next stage of her treatment. Harry, Bob...would you give us a hand here?” Two of the crew guys stepped forward and were each handed a jar. “Would you guys mind giving Tracey’s buttocks a good coating of Vaseline?” The two guys looked like little kids on christmas morning who’d just been handed their presents. They just nodded and grinned, took the lids off and each took a handful of Vaseline and began slathering it all over Tracey’s tender behind. Her bottom was in serious pain, but in a way, the gentle rubbing on of the jelly felt kind of good. Then Tracey looked directly into the eyes of one of the stodgy looking customers, who was a bit aghast at what she’d just seen. And now she watched with disgust as this slut stood in front of her, totally starkers except for her high heels while two grubby guys massaged her derriere. Tracey quickly averted her eyes to one of the teenage girls but the girl was just laughing, thinking “WHAT a stupid bimbo!” Quickly glancing at a few other customers, she noted similar looks of disgust and smirks. Her face flushed red with embarrassment...not as red as her ass, though, Tracey just closed her eyes and held her head down while the grinning workers rubbed the goey, slippery stuff all over her ass, occasionally allowing their fingers to slip “between the cracks,” so to speak. John Chambers returned about 10 minutes later with a large towel. “Wow. Looks like you guys used up both jars. She didn’t need THAT much but...no harm done. Here, just wipe off some of the excess so she doesn’t get it on the chair.” With most of the Vaseline now wiped off her glowing red tuckus, Tracey was lead over and put in a reclining chair and told it was time for some breast beautification and a shave. Another cart was wheeled up next to Tracey. Nurse Em 2 then put on a huge smile and asked Tracey, “Would you like some coffee, Tracey? For a woman who’s being beautified you look a little worn out.” “Oh yes, please, that would be nice.” Something in the nurse’s voice sounded SO oddly familiar to Tracey. As she poured the cup of coffee Emily looked at Lucy and the two exchanged smiles. This cup would get Tracey in just the right mood for her grand finale. “Tracey, Honey, I put a couple of ice cubes in it, so you can drink it faster. Mr. Chambers needs to continue, and as you’ll be lying on your back and he’ll be working, you won’t be able to drink.” Tracey nodded and drank half the cup. As she went to hand it back to Em, the nurse said, “Are you sure? If you want any more, you better drink up because in a minute you won’t be able to.” The doe eyed Tracey just nodded, took the cup from Emily and finished it off. Tracey was now told to lie back in the chair and close her eyes, as cucumber slices were going to be rested on her eyelids. After this was done, Tracey was told that her breasts were going to now receive a mud pack treatment and that afterwards the skin on her breasts would feel more beautiful and smooth than they’d ever felt before. Chambers now put on rubber gloves that came all the way up almost to his elbows. He dug into a bucket of a liquidy, muddy substance and began slathering it all over Tracey’s big, naked tits. Out of earshot, Emily stuck her face right into the camera and said, “Looks like a nice mud pack. But what this silly bimbo doesn’t know is, her mudpack is half liquid clay which is normally used in mudpacks, and half, extra strength Finalgon. Those fat, sweater puppies of hers are going to REALLY start heating up in about one minute.” With that, the camera zoomed in on Chamber’s glove-covered hands, carefully coating Tracey’s mondo boobs with the goopy substance. Lucy whispered to Emily, “What’s Finalgon?” “Finalgon’s a super hot analgesic, kind of like Bengay or Icy Hot only MUCH hotter. I don’t know if you can legally buy it in the U.K. We had to order if from Austria. The hot sensation is incredible. It won’t damage her skin at all but in a minute, it’s going to feel like her tits are on fire.” And right on time, Tracey began to feel the heat and REALLY squirm. As the mud began to dry, it opened her pores, and the Finalgon was able to really sink in. Tracey could not BELIEVE how much her tits were burning. She said meekly, “Oh Mr. Chambers, I think that’s enough on the mudpacks. It’s beginning to burn. I think you should rinse it off now.” Chambers leaned in to Tracey’s ear and whispered, “Tracey, don’t say that on camera. You’ll look like such a fool. The mud on your boobs is flown in from Argentina. It costs $600 per ounce. Women pay thousands of dollars for just this ONE treatment that you are receiving for free. Now, be quiet. The mud needs to stay on for 20 minutes or you will have wasted thousands of dollars of this rare mud.” Tracey just nodded her head silently, accepting her fate. She did NOT want to look foolish and wow, she was paying NOTHING for a treatment that the rich ladies in town were paying a fortune for. “Ok,” she told herself. “You can do it. How bad can it get.” While Tracey squirmed and accepted the burning pain on her boobs and her nipples, she heard a buzzing sound. Chambers, “Ok, we’re going to trim you up a bit before we give you the “beauty shave.” And with that, Chambers passed the electric clippers over Tracey’s landing strip. Now that the hairs were much shorter, the shaving would be much easier. Chambers dipped a brush into a large vat of butter and proceeded to butter Tracey’s pubes until they were a buttery glow. He noticed her quiver when the brush accidentally brushed across her clit. He looked into the camera and flashed an evil grin and made the “thumbs up” sign. The slices of cucumber resting on Tracey’s closed eyes worked as well as a blindfold so our gullible little bimbo didn’t notice Chamber’s gesture into the camera. He actually made a motion into the camera with his finger, kind of a “come closer” kind of gesture. With that, the camera zoomed in close on Tracey’s buttery pussy. Chamber’s dipped his brush into the butter again and went back to work. But this time, he languished on Tracey’s now swollen love button. Despite the heat on her tits, behind her cucumber blindfold, Tracey began to gently moan. The more Chambers slid the brush across her clit, the more she moaned. Once again, Tracey was faced with a dilemma. Let herself orgasm in front of a room full of not only the crew, but other customers OR try to hold back. When Chambers noticed her body tensing up like it was about to explode…..he took away the brush. Tracey’s body was on the edge of delirium. It needed release and it needed it badly. “Now Tracey, I’m removing your shoes. You need to bring your feet up towards you and press the soles of your feet against each other so that your knees fall open to the side. You want to keep your legs spread as wide as possible because I’m going to be trimming you with a very sharp, straight razor and I’m sure you don’t want any of your delicate girl parts to get nicked.” Tracey obeyed her instructions and her glistening buttery pussy offered an amazing sight that was about to get better. Chambers took the straight edge and shaved Tracey’s nether regions completely bald. He then squirted a combination of lemon, lime and orange juice over the newly exposed pussy stating that this natural astringent would help prevent infection. All Tracey knew was that it burned worse than her anal bleaching. “Ok, 7 more minutes and we rinse off the mud, Tracey. You just relax and I’ll be right back.” “Relax?” Tracey thought to herself? “Relax when my nipples, my breasts and my pussy feels like it’s on fired?” While Tracey writhed, the camera zoomed in and explored her mud-covered boobs and her cleanly shaved and glistening pussy. After 7 minutes were up, Emily said to Lucy, “She can’t see a clock. Let’s let her suffer a few more minutes.” Chambers and Lucy both thought this was a good idea, and with Tracey’s eyes still covered by the cucumber slices they stood on the other side of the her chair and made funny faces into the camera. Once again, Tracey was shocked by the sensation of the ice water hosing, but this time….she was thankful. The cold water may have felt great on her burning boobs, but the reality was, it would do little to actually stop the burning sensation. It would take another hour or two for the sensation to cool down from burning, to just really hot. That’s how Finalgon worked. Chambers, “Ok, Tracey you’re treatment is almost done. We’re going to slide your chair back so you can rest your head back over the edge of the sink, and Marla will put some lotion in your hair and give you a scalp massage followed by a shampoo. While you’re doing that, your breasts and labia are going to receive the salon’s special electro rejuvenation treatment.” Tracey just nodded meekly. “First, we’re going to replace the cucumber slices with fresh ones.” Tracey had to admit, the cool cucumbers did feel soothing, but….what is electro rejuvenation treatment?” While Tracey leaned her head back into the sink, John affixed the sticky pads with wires attached. The wires lead from a black, box-shaped piece of equipment. One wire on each side of her pussy. One on each side of her nipples. Then the electrical current was set on low. A timer would gradually increase the flow of electricity to her nipples and pussy. Meanwhile, Marla, a big, strong, matronly Swedish woman began massaging the lotion into Tracey’s scalp. Marla was exceptionally skilled at this type of massage and Tracy finally wondered, “Is everything going to finally feel nice.” Gradually, the electrical current pulsating through her erogenous zones began to pick up to where it was borderline uncomfortable. Again, Tracey could not see or hear, but Emily leaned into the camera lens and said, “What our dumb bimbo doesn’t realize is the lotion that Marla is using….is depilatory cream. In a few minutes, Tracey’s head is going to be as bald as her pussy. As bald as a cue ball,” and she made a big grin. Her second dose of Emily’s magical coffee was really beginning to hit now. She was glowing in pleasure, and yet, as docile as one could imagine. As Marla began to run the hose on Tracey’s head, the last remnants of her long, pretty blonde hair ended up in the sink. Chambers approached and pushed a pair of earbuds into Tracey’s ears. Immediately, she could hear the familiar sound of Nurse Emily 2, talking to her. “Ok, Tracey, these earbuds are remote controlled. If you can hear me just nod your head yes.” Ever so slightly, as to not let the cucumber slices slip off her face, Tracey nodded her head. “Ok, now this final bit is both for you AND for the camera. Marla is going to replace the cucumber with a real blindfold. After that, just do as you’re directed. Do you understand?” Again, Tracey gently nodded yes. Moments later, Marla had put her blindfold in place and was helping her stand up. “Ok, Tracey, I’m going to gradually turn up the sound of crowds cheering. So you’ll hear crowds cheering and you’ll hear the sound of my voice. Ok. Here goes. Can you hear the sounds of a crowd cheering?” Tracey nodded, yes. “Now I want you to imagine that the cheering is for you. The crowd is cheering you because you are now the most beautiful woman in London. Now, we’re going to film this final segment in the privacy of the courtyard behind the store. We want you standing there in all your glory, with the sunlight on your beautiful body, And what you’ll hear is the cheers and my voice. So just follow directions.” With that, John Chambers began leading Tracey through the salon. They made a few turns and soon, Tracey had lost all sense of direction. “Now Tracey, we’ve got the camera set up in the courtyard. As soon as John leads you through the door, I want you to raise both arms over your head as though you’re waving to a stadium full of people, all admiring your beauty. Before you walk through the door, Lucy’s going to put on a set of earrings that i think really compliments your new look, AND she’s going to give you a bit of lipstick. She’s also going to give you a new pair of shoes that works well with your new look.” Lucy removed Tracey’s simple, elegant earrings and replaced them with large gold hoop earrings that must have been 3 inches in diameter. Then she helped her step into a pair of very high platform heels. Tracey could sense that the heels were steep and platform, but with her blindfold in place she couldn’t see how gaudy and super slutty the shoes were. Finally, Lucy took some very bright red lipstick and began applying it to Tracey’s lips. BUT…..Lucy was intentionally doing a very sloppy job. When she was finished, it looked like a 5-year-old had done Tracey’s lipstick. “Ok, now Tracey, I’m going to turn up the volume on the cheering in your earbuds, and John is going to lead you out into the sunlight. Remember, when you feel the sun, stop, stand still and throw both your hands up in the air and wave to the imaginary masses.” On cue, Tracey stepped out the door, took two steps, and stopped. The sounds in her ears of crowd cheering was loud. She waved to her imaginary audience. “SMILE big, Tracey. Show that you’re proud of who you are!” Tracey smiled a super big smile. Emily’s “mixture” had worked to perfection. Tracey had literally been reduced to a pleasure zombie and she would now just do exactly as she was told. “Now bring you hands down to your beautified boobs and rub them, squeeze them, shake them.” Tracey obeyed. “Now pinch your nipples, hard and lift your tits up by the nipples.” Tracey obeyed. “Now holding them up by the nipples, shake them.” It really hurt but….Tracey obeyed. “Now, very carefully, because those heels are steep...very slowly, spread your legs a little at a time. A little at a time while you continue to shake those boobs byholding your nipples.” Tracey obeyed. “Now slide your hands down your body to your pussy and touch it.” Tracey obeyed. As her hands passed over her mons, she realized that she had zero pubic hair. Somehow she didn’t realize that John had shaved her completely. But….she thought it felt sexy. She’d never been shaved completely bald down there. And….she liked the way it felt. Now Tracey, I want you to spread your pussy with both hands but leave one finger free to caress your clit, and then do it. Rub your cute little clitty. Rub it until you orgasm or at least pretend to orgasm for the camera.” Tracey knew there would be no pretending. Her body had been craving an orgasm for quite a while now. It took her almost two minutes of pulling her pussy open and rubbing her clit but then, it happened. An earth-shattering orgasm that buckled her knees and caused her to almost fall. Emily turned to Lucy and asked, “When does the show air?” “Tomorrow night, Channel J, at 10 P.M. Emily...our ratings are going to go through the roof. I can never thank you enough.” Emily told her, as she looked into the monitor, looked at her boss, naked, a bald pussy, a bald head, her slut lipstick smeared on her face, “Oh, don’t worry about that Lucy. You already have. You already have.” It was time for Emily’s finally command. “Ok now Tracey, remove the blindfold.” With that, our big-titted little slut puppie lifted the blindfold and…..froze. Confusion permeated her brain. She had been listening to her imaginary audience cheering, but….she was looking out at a massive crowd of cheering people and a t.v. camera pointed right at her. She turned around and came face to face with the FRONT door of the store. But how…… and it hit her all at once. She’d been tricked. On the other side of the glass door stood Nurse Emily and Lucy, smiling. Emily lifted the silly, purple wig off her head and took off the big glasses. Then she held up a sign for Tracey and all the world to see. It said, “DUMBEST BIMBO IN LONDON.” Frantic for cover, Tracey grabbed the handle of the door and pulled. But the door…..was quite locked.

The Cunning Stunt Award by MFFM Her second coming. In less than an hour she'll be making love to herself. In front of strangers and certain people she knows, some intimately. She will masturbate in public. She's thrilled. She's scared. Humiliation competes with the erotic excitement. The warm wet slickness already trickling down between her legs as she walks from the parking lot. Arousal is overcoming the fear. Her breath comes faster and she can sense her heart rate increasing as she realises how vulnerable she'll be, with the eroticism of what she'll be doing very soon. She needs to cum immediately but must hold off until they're ready for her. She's excited. Soon she will be naked. She's happy with how her cunt looks, and is even happier to be allowed to show it today. Afraid she'll lose control and cum right now, she tries taking shorter steps to keep her lips from sliding against each other so deliciously. She's nervous and on the verge of an orgasm. She has to pee. She feels great. Her stomach is doing flips. She looks like an ordinary professional woman, blouse, business-length skirt, hair neatly up, limited but tasteful makeup. She's afraid the people around her sense her state of arousal, that she's right on the delicious edge. She's shaking. She's calm. She's confused. She feels the juices running down between her legs and wonders if they can see it. Or smell it. She's trembling with arousal, just thinking of what's ahead. Her legs are tingling. She knows her conservative attire is a big lie; a short skirt without underwear would be more honest; that way they'd know how she feels inside and what she's about to do. If they only knew! Maybe they do know. As she reaches the Physiology and Human Factors building, fear takes over. The sight of the familiar building takes her thoughts back twenty years to when she'd been a graduate student here, to that day when she volunteered to allow her professors and fellow students to observe and record her orgasm for the pioneering research the department was doing. She replays in her head her feelings of that day: the the cool thin sheet hiding her nakedness as they looked down from the desks around her. How she nearly orgasmed early as the probes were inserted: vaginal to monitor her wetness, anal for body temperature. Other sensors taped to her skin and cameras focused on her face and shoulders. Another under the sheet, aimed up between her legs, to film how she manipulated herself. She'd held her breath the whole time the technicians were prepping her, holding off the relief she was so desperate for. That was then. Suddenly, as she sees the professor sent to meet her, her mind snaps forward to the reality of the present day. This is now. Within a few minutes she'll be humiliating herself again, under the eyes of this man. He was here back then, and he's still on the faculty now after twenty years. He was the one who directed that masturbation, is the university official who now invited her back, and today he would be observing her again. Did he tried to imagine what her cunt looked like under that sheet? Today he'll be seeing it without the sheet. That's right, she actually requested no sheet, but the university still insists on a "modesty panel" over her breasts. She wonders if her cunt looks the same, after two kids. The realization that this man watched her masturbate when she was young sends an erotic pulse through her body. Her mind floods with feelings of both humiliation and joy. She's ashamed of what she did back then; today she can't wait to do it again. Now she's a confident, liberated woman, with her own permission to do as she chooses. She can control her orgasms so much better now. The pleasure and the risk, the excitement and the danger. The humiliation in front of her colleagues. The promise of forbidden sexual pleasure. The thrill of exhibiting herself. The occasion is a regional conference on human physiology. Her particular field of expertise is genital response to sexual stimulation, a niche field made up of close-knit scientists who share their research at conferences and special sessions like the one she will be the center of today. She attended graduate school with most of them, some right at this same university, the ones who observed her masturbate years ago as a grad student. Over the years their careers crisscrossed, and she's been romantically, or at least sexually, intimate with many of them. Some are here today. The others are strangers now, but she will be collaborating with all of them for the rest of her career, even the new ones she hasn't yet met. After today, they will always know her as the one who can openly fuck herself with her finger, right before their eyes. Today she determines to give it her all. In spite of the vulnerability and shame, she'll give them a little more than she gave before. Today she'll show them what twenty years of experience has taught her about masturbating! Her 'performance', although she'd rather not call it that, will give the data she needs for a paper she's co-authoring, and also, in this risky setting, should give her a massive orgasm. Right in front of them. Her old professor hands her a robe, and goes on ahead to arrange the classroom. She's left standing there holding the robe, and it must be obvious she's getting ready to go inside and take her clothes off. She's afraid and feels naked already. She wishes she were naked already. Again her mind drifts back to that earlier day. She's now practically in a dream world, barely conscious of the students milling around on the way to their next classes. Inside the building she sees them up close and realizes many are the ages of her own son and daughter. She heads toward where she remembered the ladies' room to be, finds it and goes in to strip off. She stands naked in front of the mirror and likes what she sees. Nice figure, pretty face and hair, perky tits, full and firm and not yet yielded to gravity, attractive nipples, dark and eager to be fondled. Slight but cute middle-age tummy bulge, then the bit of pubic hair remaining after last night's shaving of everything around her cunt, all the way back to her ass hole. She turns around and looks over her shoulder, and is pleased with her round, firm butt. Long, lean, shapely legs. She likes the look of her cunt, with its well-defined outer folds just barely holding in the tender edges of her inner lips, and the look of her clit, barely peeking out near the top of her slit. The total package isn't too bad, she thinks, after all these years. In just a few minutes her nakedness will be on display. She folds her clothes, slips on the robe and lets herself out into the hallway. Naked under the robe, she makes her way through the hall to find the amphitheater where she will masturbate again, this time the mature woman in the prime of a successful career in the very field her young observers are qualifying for. Now, without panties, she feels the lips of her cunt sliding past each other. It stimulates her arousal. She can feel the cool air under her bare bottom, a reminder of her vulnerability as she looks for the right room. With no underwear she's unprotected, and she loves it. She trembles with anticipation, as her legs become wobbly. She wonders if the students crowding the hallway can detect the sweet smell of her arousal as she tiptoes past them, since there's no barrier to keep the scent in. With every step, she's reminded that everyone knows she is naked under her robe. She's still trying to control the movement of her lips, because she's afraid to have an orgasm right here in the hallway. She'd love to have an orgasm right here in the hallway. She wishes the fabric was thicker, so her aroused nipples wouldn't be so obvious, or thinner to reveal them more. They're like two pointers showing her which direction to take, and she's just following them! But she loves the feeling of them rubbing against the inside of the cloth, and she likes that everyone around her seems to notice them. They are very pointy right now. And they're just aching to be touched. She's afraid that if the hem of her robe snags on something, her nakedness will show. In fact, she wishes that would happen. Her breathing is coming in irregular rushes. She feels her clit yearning for attention. She feels all the sensitive nerve endings of her clit and nipples sending signals nonstop to her brain. She could easily be mistaken for an art class model, but she remembers that the art studios were in another building. As a penniless student she had modeled there, offering up her nakedness in return for money to meet her tuition debts. She had enjoyed modeling there, especially the poses when she was "accidentally" penetrated by the male models, and the memory sends pulses through her vagina. Over the years, she's kept her trim figure and continued modeling part time. Modeling lets her be the only one naked, much like she'll be doing today. But today is for science. And for herself. She imagines being naked right now, walking among all these fully clothed students. She knows they know that under the robe she's naked. The undergraduates don't know why, but the advanced grad students do, the ones who wink at her. She knows that they know what she'll be doing and what they'll be seeing in just a few minutes. Except they don't yet know that she'll be without the sheet! The secret excites her and she feels another rush of fluid escape to run down the insides of her legs. Almost there. Her well lubricated thighs slip easily past each other. She loves the feeling. She's very afraid. She returns the smiles of the knowing students, wondering if they're thinking what she's thinking. She wonders if they're imagining what it would be like to fuck her. She teases herself about wanting to show them. As soon as she turns the last corner, her mind slides back again to that fateful day twenty years earlier. Back then, she was eager to masturbate just as the course syllabus called for: lie down, get wired up, make love to yourself, sit up and talk about it, done. Previous volunteers, male and female, had failed: premature ejaculations, no erection, dry or unresponsive vagina, but mostly they couldn't overcome their shame. Even under that sheet. But as a wild and carefree twenty-four year old still experimenting with sex, she wanted to make a bold and daring statement, and so planned to do everything called for, enjoy an earth-shattering orgasm for science, then maybe throw off the sheet, jump to her feet and take a bow! Or something like that. These reminisces are interrupted when she reaches the entrance to the physiology theater and realizes what must come next. Her sense of shame is rising, but so is her arousal. A man, really a boy, holds the door open for her and glances down her leg and makes an exaggerated sniff, just as she feels the trickle running onto her foot. She is mortified. But just on a whim, she quickly lifts the the robe to her waist, flashing her cunt. He responds with another exaggerated inhalation through his nose, a broad smile, and a Thumbs Up, and they laugh together. But hers is a nervous laugh. She really doesn't know if she enjoyed the flash or not. She decides that she did. As a middle-aged woman exposing herself to a student half her age, she feels both desirable and humiliated, but mostly she feels sexy. She learns that this fellow will be among those who will take in her full 'performance'. The two of them joke that maybe she should stand out here in the hall and give previews of the show about to start. He could be her pimp. Anything to get her mind off of what she's about to do. Is she really as aroused as all her signs are indicating? Her tight nipples are straining against the robe, her breath is short and heavy, she can feel her clit sliding in and out under its hood, her labia are engorged, she is very aware of the scent from her vagina, and now everyone else is noticing. She's confused, trying to decide whether she's an honored goddess or a slut. Either way, she's here to publicly perform a private sex act. That is, if she doesn't die of embarrassment first. Stepping into the room, the sight of the recliner where she masturbated twenty years ago takes her memory back again to that earlier day. She imagines herself lying on it, spread out, totally vulnerable under everyone's critical gaze. Shame and humiliation again rise as her mind relives that day. The sheet is folded and out of the way. In its place is the so-called modesty panel, a strip of thin cotton about the size of a scarf. She questions her own judgement. As a young student she had masturbated on this very recliner. Her nakedness was hidden but her emotions were laid open for all to see. She felt sexy, she felt ashamed, she felt beautiful, she felt trashy, she imagined herself a heavenly angel wearing wings and a halo, she saw herself as a depraved whore. That first session of self-love began slowly as she fondled her aching nipples, then let the fingers of one hand explore the insides of her slick labia. As she brought some of the fluid to her mouth she could taste herself, and used the fingers and thumb of her other hand to nurture her clitoris. The twenty-four year old of so long ago divided her attention among her nipples, clit, and ass hole, fast then faster. She slowed down just to enjoy the pleasure of the moment, then picked up the pace again. Then paused to prolong the experience. Whenever she got to what seemed like the highest possible plateau, she leveled off to keep herself right at that point. Then, slipping down off that point of unstable equilibrium, she'd try climbing again, to regain that high point or maybe to try for even higher. One or the other bare leg kicked out from under the sheet. Her chest heaved and fell in concert with the rising and falling of the sheet lower down on her body. Her face grimaced with pain then smiled with pleasure. A breast and possibly a nipple came into view as she used her arms to stroke herself. At last, long last but still way too soon, her climax exploded all around her, lifting her in a feeling of crushing weightlessness. All eyes were on her. She felt nothing except her sexually sated body and the sheet, now soaked with her warm fluids as well as her sweat. Now, this was the moment when the young student wanted to throw off the sheet, reveal her nakedness, jump off the recliner, and take a triumphant bow. But, she couldn't move. Her brain, already short-circuited from the orgasm, was filling with disgust, guilt, self-loathing, and shame. Shame that so many people had witnessed her most intimate and private moment, making love to herself. The sense of victory over the failed volunteers didn't come, leaving her with a sense of emptiness. She then realised that she'd still be in class with these students and instructors for the rest of the semester, and then after graduation, perhaps going to work everyday with some of them. What had she done? They hadn't seen her naked, but she had exposed something of herself far more intimate. Humiliated, she pulled the top of the sheet over her face and stayed covered until she was sure everyone had left the room. Then she got up, pulled out the wires and probes, quietly dressed, and stayed away from class for a week. When she finally returned, she had to face the further embarrassment of discussing the data recorded from her orgasm, and had to endure the humility of giving a first hand account from her own point of view. She cried and sobbed through most of the analysis, especially when the class studied the photography of the changes in her genitals. She was asked to explain what she remembered from each phase of her orgasm. But what embarrassed her the most were the dozens of photos of her face as she climaxed. It was like they could read her soul. It is these memories that now, years later, flood her mind with such a crescendo of mixed feelings. Seeing the low platform she will soon mount scares her. Again she sees how vulnerable she was and now will be again. Is this her guillotine, or is it her heavenly love-bed? She'd read somewhere that the French call the orgasm "The Little Death". She isn't bothered that they will view and study her cunt; that's what this conference is all about. But, more importantly, her face will be readable during her climax; that's what had bothered her the most, way back when. Maybe she should use that 'modesty panel' over her face! But mostly, she's afraid that once she achieves her orgasm, those dark feelings of shame will rise from the past and rob her once again of any sense of success. She wants to claim victory, even though it will have taken twenty years. During those years, she's built a successful career, becoming one of the pre-eminent researchers in the field of human sexual response. Her stature in the subject, as well as her alumnae status, were the main reasons the university invited her to organize this regional conference. She's also become more bold sexually, even though they don't know it. It frightens her that they'll know soon enough. She can't wait to show them. Today she, not her former, immature self, will be the subject. There will be no sheet, only that modesty panel to be draped over her breasts. And the subject (she, of course) is to be available immediately afterward to discuss her orgasm, and to take questions. That is, if she survives the humiliation. Today her fingernails and toenails are painted and polished, and her wedding rings and diamond are cleaned to a bright lustre. She has class, and wants to show it. Her hair is up in a neat twist, she's wearing tiny pearl earrings, and has just a touch of lipstick to match her nails. A thin gold necklace and a matching anklet complete her look. As she approaches the recliner, all clinical and scientific thoughts are slipping away, replaced again by the dread of what she's about to do: she's about to finger-fuck herself! As a researcher she's highly respected, but in a few minutes she will again open her innermost self to colleagues from all over the world, giving them intimate views of her most private parts, and letting them see how she reacts when aroused. She relishes the thought of exposing herself, but she's scared, and can call it off right now, if she chooses. Keenly aware that she's naked under her robe, and knowing that they all know it, she chats with the men and women there. She secretly wishes she could be naked right now, and jokingly mentions that idea to a few of her closest friends. Even though she's afraid and vulnerable, she can't chicken out now! She needs the orgasm data as much as anyone else does, but it's the orgasm itself that she needs the most. She's right on the edge. She wonders if the young man who "sniffed her out" at the door is in the room yet, scans the faces, but isn't sure if she sees him. Now the professor who gave her the robe steers her to the recliner. Just his touch on her elbow nearly sends her over the edge. She glances around to see the other researchers, as well as a few advanced students, including a young man and a young woman who have each volunteered as subjects for upcoming sessions, everyone taking their places at the desks arranged around her recliner. She recognises several men, and two women, that she's slept with between marriages, the memories pushing her even closer to the edge. Eyes peering down on her, lots of them. Lovers, acquaintances, strangers. She notices the linen panel for her tits. She wonders if volunteering for this was a good idea, but the tingling inside her tells her that it is. She wonders if she should have left that little tuft of hair above her cunt. She realises that the modesty panel will draw more attention to her nipples than if they were bare. She nearly orgasms at the thought. She remembers her full bush of that other time, compared with how bare she is today. And thinks it should be the other way around. Nowadays younger women are smooth because of the tiny g-strings they use for swim suits, and older women mostly just let it grow. But she keeps hers somewhere in between: nice trimmed patch above her slit and bare below that. She keeps her lips hairless for a certain swimsuit, when she must wear one; it's so narrow in front that it nearly disappears into her slit and leaves her lips out. She has other reasons to keep her lips bare: to give the artists better views when she models, and to give her husband better access when he eats her out. She wishes his tongue were on her clit right now. Even with this audience. Actually, with these thoughts she's just stalling because she's not sure what to do next. Still standing next to the recliner, she doesn't know whether to lie down and then wiggle out of the robe, or just drop the robe and lie down. She keeps the robe on and sits down on the edge of the recliner until the others are ready for her. She nervously plays with the recliner's adjustments and sets the angle to slightly elevate her back to the angle she knows from experience is best for fingering herself. She's still nervous about comes next, and of what her feelings and reactions will be once she starts what she's here to do. So far, putting off the inevitable act that she craves. The others are taking their seats around her, some engaging her in small talk but she's too occupied to pay attention. She notices the modesty panel and realises it's really just an empty pillow case. She gets help rotating the recliner around so she'll be facing her observers, so they'll see her open cunt straight-on. That's the easy part; revealing her face and its emotions will be much more risky. She stretches out on the recliner, then, as the room lights are dimmed she opens the robe and pulls it out from under her. Lying there, tilted up slightly, she takes a moment to enjoy the warmth of the flood lamps trained on her nude body, so far just like the art studio. But now the lab technicians appear, one to insert the internal sensors and the other to tape the heart rate and other wires to her chest. She reflexively clamps her legs closed. The tape tech finishes, then hands her the modesty panel for her breasts. She accepts it but arranges it around her shoulders like a shawl, leaving her tits bare. She notices that her nipples show that she needs to cum soon, and hopes nobody notices them. She arches her chest out a bit, to make them more prominent. She likes the appreciative smiles this brings, but keeps her legs together. She spots one of her really close coworkers in the gathering group and, now feeling playful, stretches her legs wide, pulls her lips apart, and jokingly asks if he can make out her clit from that distance. He jokes that he can't make out her clit because his glasses are too steamed up. So she tries again, swinging her parted legs around toward a friend not wearing glasses. She needs the humour and the reassurance of her friends to diffuse the extreme tension hanging in the air. She's trying to shift the emphasis from sex to a clinical procedure that just happens to involve views of a cunt. Not just any cunt, but her cunt. This is sex no matter what, but she's hoping to get them to look upon her as a lab subject rather than a sex object. She knows that idea is futile, so continues playfully displaying her sex. The playful banter continues. They compliment her pubic hair style, and debate how her cunt would look bare. They're helping her kill time while the lab recorders are being set up. She tells them her clit is on fire and she's having a hard time resisting rubbing it. She points out her hard nipples and erect clit, and jokes to the techs to hurry up or one of them might have to fuck her. Her heart is pounding nearly out of her chest, and her fluids are flowing, leaking onto the recliner. The area under her butt is wet so she lifts her butt and spreads the robe under her to absorb it. Her eyes scan the darkened room, meeting the eyes staring down on her, waiting. She catches sight of Sniff Boy, so he's here after all! He offers a teasing wink, she responds with a smile and a quick wiggle of her tits. She's still feeling playful. Then she remembers that, according to plan, she still has to be fitted with the internal sensors. The tech comes around in front of her, lifts both legs, pushes them out and down, then brings the soles of her feet together so as to make a diamond shape of her legs. Can she be more vulnerable than this? She loves it. With her cunt now wide open, she feels its emptiness and the wanton desire for something long, thick, and alive to fill it. Instead, she feels the cool flow from the air handler wafting into her, making her shiver with excitement. The tech asks her to hold her inner lips further apart and inserts the vaginal wetness probe. She again asks her friend with glasses if he can see her clit well enough now. They laugh. Everything in and around her cunt feels wet and warm and sticky. She begins summoning the imagery she'll use for fingering herself. She savors the thought that she's so exposed and available, and, lying there, wonders what must be going through the minds of her former lovers, seven men and two women, here in this room right now. Would those men even want to fuck her again, now that she's older? Would they fuck her right here, with everyone else watching? Maybe all together, one after the other? She wonders if she'd be up for it, and imagines each man in turn leaving his seat to come and fuck her, and how juicy her cunt would be after the first few. And the new fellows would be fucking her for the first time. She also holds onto the image of each woman in turn coming to lick her, starting at the inside of one thigh and ending with the other, she's so ready, right now. The thought makes her even wetter, making the tech need more time to insert the probe, which keeps slipping out, partly because her lips are staying open. By closing her inner lips around the wire he finally gets the sensor to stay in. As embarrassed as she is, she wanted all participants to see how the recording devices are installed. Well, now they're seeing it, for sure! Next he has her tip her pelvis up so he can insert the temperature probe. This is new to her; she's never before exposed her anus to anybody, not to her lovers, not even the art students, and now a whole classroom full of coworkers and strangers is watching this. She feels humiliated, but at the same time she enjoys a sexual rush that takes her breath away. She thought she'd be revealing only her cunt for this study. But now they're getting all of her, inside and out. By the nature of the study, her cunt is a freebie no matter what, but so far she's showing a lot more, and the masturbating hasn't even begun! She felt very vulnerable with her legs wide open and then when her ass hole was exposed. But she loved the thrill and excitement of it. She feels embarrassed that they saw this. She hopes the techs will open her holes up again when they have to remove the probes. She's glad she made herself smooth, especially around her ass hole. Looking down to some mirrors placed around her cunt, she sees that her lips are engorged and open and that her clit is the most out she's ever seen it, and the cool air from the overhead vents wafting across it starts the first wave of an orgasm. The orgasm starts to grow and she can't hold it back. She tries to conceal it, and manages to fool the men, but not the women. They know, but say nothing. The men just think she's stretching. The techs finish prepping her and now she waits for them to start the recorders and video cameras so she can do her part. But first one microphone is set near each set of lips: facial to record her moans and breathing, labial to record any sounds from there. The touch of the cool metal against her cunt sends her into a mild orgasm, one she barely manages to control. Again, she feels like she's losing control of the experiment. She wants so badly to have the Big One she's been holding back. The professor, this time perceptive enough to actually notice that she's having an orgasm, asks if she'll still be able to masturbate so soon after just having one. Not realising that her voice is being amplified and broadcast through the microphone, she whispers to him to first wait until she finishes this one, and yes it is possible for a woman to have a no-touch orgasm, like she's having right now. After she quietly rides it through, she tells him she is multi-orgasmic and can cum repeatedly, and that she really needs to cum again, but with her hands like the experiment plan calls for, and begs for permission to at least touch her clit, or else somebody is going to have to fuck her right here. This of course, is heard by all. She squirms in frustration as he checks that the cameras, mikes, and recorders are running, and asks if everyone in the room has a good view. With all systems go, he nods, and she begins, slowly at first, building up wave after wave of her delayed orgasm. Her legs feel numb, then tingly, then numb again. She fondles her nipples gently, then starts pulling on them, then moves her hands down to work her cunt. The overhead screen shows a magnified view of her fingers as one hand spreads her lips while with her other hand she squeezes then circles her clit. The microphone placed at her cunt picks up and broadcasts the sloshing and sucking sounds, while the one at her mouth amplifies her moaning and gasping. The sounds from both mikes fill the room. She's embarrassed by the squishing sounds from her cunt. Suddenly, a jet of clear sweet-smelling fluid sprays upward from within her, squirting up then arcing over, like the fountain in a public park. Her legs flail wildly. She knows she's totally lost control and is at the mercy of her long-awaited climax. This is the Big One. She's barely conscious of the people around her, and is totally consumed with her orgasm. Now she doesn't care who sees what. She's experiencing a full-body, full-brain, orgasm, bare breasts heaving, her slick fluids everywhere. Out of control and totally uninhibited, she snatches one of the microphones and shoves it up her cunt, broadcasting the amplified sucking and spurting sounds. She pumps the instrument in and out of herself, but can't seem to finish off this way, so she tosses it aside and rolls over, gets on her knees and elbows, ass in the air, ruins her expensive hairdo, shakes her shoulders and tits wildly, then slides off the recliner and begins humping its corner, rubbing her clit against it, then tries taking the corner into her vagina as she continues to hump wildly. The wires are all ripped from the recorders. Pushing her pubic bone hard onto the edge of the recliner, she finally reaches her climax, gasps, and collapses on the floor, her twitching legs coming to rest. Her hair is all over the place. Her cunt lips look swollen and abused. A silvery strand of clear fluid trails from her cunt to the side of the recliner. A few adhesives are still stuck to her skin, and the severed wires hang from her openings. As she regains consciousness, the techs gently and respectfully remove them. Her mind slowly emerges from the fog of her massive and very public orgasm, as she remembers that this is the moment, twenty years ago, when she was overcome with shame. She now has to fight that same battle. Today she has revealed far more of herself, remembering that back then she didn't even get naked, except for the techs, and all she did then was finger herself under the sheet. This time it's different and she feels empowered by it. She has smashed all boundaries, thrown away all limits on herself and exposed herself physically, emotionally, and psychologically. As she slowly regains her ability to think, she looks around, realises she's been lying here naked for who knows how long, so there's no point in covering up and hiding as she did so many years ago. Right now she's here, she's naked, she has delivered the required orgasm for science, and the other researchers are waiting, in fact they are standing and applauding. Rising, and finally taking that long-delayed bow, she declares victory over her past and resolves to complete the seminar, as planned. She wants to do a cartwheel but knows she's no longer nubile enough for that, so settles for a pirouette and a curtsey. Bowing in all directions, she knows she's treating some to a view of her underside, but now she no longer feels she must protect her ass hole. Now fully composed, she savors the afterglow of her cataclysmic orgasm. She's invigorated and feels great. Sexy and great. She asks for some water, finds the modesty panel/pillow case, holds it across her chest and excuses herself for a potty break. She practically dances down the hall. Barefoot, hair down, covering her tits with the panel, she knows she's radiating raw sexuality to the outsiders in the crowded hallway. It turns her on, and she lets the cloth drop a bit to expose a nipple. Then playfully wears it like a little skirt, giving them both her tits. She really doesn't care what anyone sees or thinks. Concerned students offer help, but she tells them she's just fine and has never felt happier. A few minutes later she's back in the room, among her colleagues. The room lights are turned up. She uses the modesty panel to mop the recliner, still slick with her juices. She decides she won't be blatantly naked, but she'll just be casually nude if it's appropriate. Right now is appropriate. She notices the scent of her sex hanging in the air. At first she's ashamed, but then she takes pride in it. After some casual chat, she goes to the podium to start the question-and-answer part of the session. She feels really good. She's enjoying being the only one naked in this workday setting. She feels the same breath-taking thrill she gets when staying nude during the breaks when she's modeling for artists. Though she's been nude in many situations, the thrill is new each time. And she loves that her cunt feels wet and slippery, and relishes the thought that the Campus Police could raid at any moment. Will they take her away naked? She's a grown, mature woman, not an impulsive student! Will they put the pillow case over her head? Maybe they'll put the handcuffs on behind her back. Will they take her to the station naked? She loves this feeling of risk. So right now she's naked, there are no cops around, she's completed the demo, she's now running the meeting, and she has everyone's attention. Of course she has their attention; they have the questions and she has the answers. And she's naked; that always brings attention. She has a job to finish. The discussion phase starts. But first she takes a few minutes to remind the other researchers that what they've just shared was very special to her, and she hopes to them as well. She knows not many would do what she's just done, and even fewer would overcome the shame. But that any shame would hers alone to accept or reject, and she chooses to reject it. The first questioner wants to know what imagery or fantasies she uses when bringing herself off. Her answer is that, other than soft breezes and and a glass of wine on a tropical beach, she replays in her mind any one of the times she's been naked, like modeling, hosting home Superbowl parties naked, the Bay-to-Breakers race, the World Naked Bike Ride where she usually gets an orgasm from the bike seat, streaking dares, "losing" her bathing suit in the surf, times that she was nude in a play, a couple of orgies, some of her Halloween costumes, when she auditioned for "Naked and Afraid", beach sex with friends. She tells us that at her age she doesn't need to fantasise; she can just think back to any of her real-life adventures. As for fantasies, the only one she hasn't yet lived is to organize a party for all her former lovers and make love again to each one before the night is over, but that she actually did have several of them come and fuck her the night before her wedding, and sometimes she thinks of that when she masturbates. They ask her what imagery she used today, and she replied about how thrilling it was to be so exposed in front of colleagues, and how she imagined them leaving their seats to come fuck or lick her. Especially being fucked by certain ones. She admits that at the moment, she was so filled with sexual energy that she probably would have done it, although in reality she'd stay faithful to her husband. But that just thinking of the possibility pushed her over the top. She reveals that between marriages she enjoyed regularly fucking in public, mostly at beach parties, and so would have no inhibitions doing it with an audience of scientists, like the researchers in front of her right now. And that she had left an earlier husband for his refusal to fuck her in public, but she was still working on her present husband. She apologises for losing control and humping the recliner, but nobody seemed to mind. As part of the research, every few minutes she teases her clitoris out and has someone photograph its changing size, shape and color as a function of elapsed time since her orgasm. They also have a device to measure the viscosity of her vaginal flow, so they wipe some up to compare with the earlier samples. She's loving her newly-found permission to abandon boundaries. Starting today she's allowing herself to behave as freely in her professional life as she does in the rest of her life. She loves it. It frightens her. This brings up the question from a female student, of how to pursue a career in this field without becoming a laboratory subject. She answers by saying it's perfectly possible to work as a data-taker or an analyst, but you'll be able to contribute so much more if you'll just shed your clothes, drop your inhibitions, get on your back, open your crack, invite your colleagues in, do your handy work and claim the orgasm for yourself rather than just watch someone else's! She pantomimes all these steps as she speaks. She spends some extra time with the two students who'd volunteered for later sessions, encouraging them to masturbate regularly, preferably in front of friends or their respective partners. She gives the girl some pointers on holding back, but can't help the boy much, except to remind him that for the past hour he's obviously learned to control himself in the presence of a very naked and very brazen lady! She does take a moment, however, to show him with her own fingers how he might honor a girlfriend's clitoris. During this orgasm, she suggests that he might learn more by paying attention to her face rather than the usual guy thing of staring between her legs. Just to make sure, she does it for him twice: once for the face and once for between the legs. Turns out he really can't control himself that well, so she discretely hands him a notebook to cover his lap. She secretly feels proud that she can still excite a male half her age. Another wants to know if her husband will learn what she just did, and how he'll handle it. So she takes that moment to stand up, points out her husband, moves over to him, puts his hand to her nipple, and gives him a long, sensuous, kiss while wrapping her naked body around him, leaving his pant leg soaked. Then the husband explains that tonight they will have wonderful sex together, just like most nights, but especially tonight since he can see now how worked up she is. As for seeing her naked in front of others, he mentions that when he was first introduced to her she was naked and having sex with several different partners at a beach party. She takes his hand and runs it down her crotch and along the inside of her leg, while explaining that in spite of the libertine display they'd all seen this afternoon, these days she makes love with nobody but her husband. And herself. In the evening there's a cocktail party and dinner to mark the conclusion of the week-long conference. She's the honored guest, having provided the 'climax' to the technical sessions. Escorted by her husband, she arrives wearing what appears to be a conservative off-the-shoulder gown in shimmering scarlet. She makes the rounds, chatting up acquaintences old and new. After a few minutes, it looks like one breast is exposed, then a few minutes later, when she's with a different couple, it looks like maybe the other breast is out instead. Then both, but only maybe. Soon after, the garment is loosely over one shoulder, flowing down one side of her body, leaving her other side exposed. On closer look, it turns out that her entire outfit is a single thin satin sash about half a meter wide and five or six meters long, plus her high heels. Apparently, for her arrival she simply wound it around herself, beginning under her arms and spiralling down to mid-thigh. In that configuration, she'd be welcome at Buckingham Palace. Away from the Palace, however, she can arrange and rearrange the sash any way she wants. And she does. To the delight of the other guests, she plays with it in all sorts of configurations. At times, a glance in her direction shows only bare flesh, head-to-toe, the sash folded and draped over one arm, or worn as a turban. Sometimes she has it around the back of her neck then forward over her shoulders, with the ends just flowing where they might, maybe covering her tits but then maybe not. She flirts with Sniff Boy by using it as a lasso to haul him in against her naked self. She uses it to wrap herself and her husband together for a slow dance. In nearly every configuration it's evident that she's removed any remaining pubic hair. And that the internal folds are still open and flushed pink from earlier in the day. And very wet. In high spirits, she holds the sash out in front then brings it to her chest to see if it can stay in place just hanging from her nipples. Even after several tries it keeps falling to the floor, but she suggests that twenty years back it might have stayed up. That reminder of her student orgasm for science again brings up the mixed feelings from that event, but she's having too good a time to dwell on it. Before dinner is served, chooses a table and drapes the sash across the backs of two of the chairs to reserve seats for herself and her husband, then returns to the cocktail party and dances with several of her friends and some of the new students. The sash is waiting for her when she returns, and she arranges part of it to cover the seat cushion and brings the remainder up to sometimes cover one breast or the other. She's about to receive an award, and is asked by the MC to get ready to ascend the dais. Which means, put something on. She arranges the sash in original form as it was at the start of the evening. She then climbs the four steps, but upon learning the name of the award, pulls up the front of her garment to her waist to display herself below. Now, by comparison, the attendees can understand the petal-like design on this year's "Cunning Stunt" award.

Trapped by paul2021 Trapped Pt. 01 Debbie bares it all for love. Debbie dumps her lover and contacts her husband David hoping for a reconciliation. The family home has been sold and David, now living in Norfolk, invites her over to renew their marriage. She meets his new friends Lyn and Ray, the local artists who offer her many exciting and stimulating opportunities. We first met Debbie at Oxford in "Performance" and then in early middle age in "Tuition". This latest story is in two parts and takes place before "Tuition". ********* To hear Debbie's voice over the phone set David's heart beating and his hands shaking. He leapt out of bed and let her talk. It was all over with her stud and she wanted to try again by spending time with him in Norfolk. He played it cool over the phone but, in truth, he would have her back under any conditions - even if it meant sharing her - and that thought alone made him very hot. When he collected her from the station, she was more beautiful than ever. Slimmer around the waist - living next to the ocean she had been working-out to perfect her "beach body" - but she was still just his type - clever, feminine, full breasted, curvy, proud, spunky - daring you to take her on - the sort of woman he could never resist. He wanted to fuck her now - to bury his mouth in that fragrant pussy and make her scream - but his confidence was shot - he knew now, for certain, he was crap in bed and she had been forced to look elsewhere. He vacated the large bed-room and slept on a mattress in the study but as the days passed and they walked and talked she showed no inclination to lovemaking and he was seriously anxious knowing the power of Debbie once she was aroused. He procured some medicinal rocket fuel but he still dreaded a recurrence of his failure and the self-recrimination that would follow. ********* Debbie still loved David and the separation had failed to satisfy despite the 24/7 sexual gymnastics with her lover. She desperately wanted to re-set her marriage - to restore the old securities for the family and provide the means to kick start her career again. When David agreed to meet her, she was relieved and when her parents offered to help with care she did not hesitate. Why was he holding back? She wanted to shag him but he was cold. She had given out the old familiar signals - but his reaction was positively sub-zero. Then, in the middle of the night, she was searching downstairs for some aspirin and interrupted him mid-wank in front of a porn movie on his lap top. She retreated to her bedroom and he was mortified. After a long heart-to-heart she found that he was addicted. This was new -- it was all her fault -- what could she do? ********* Lyn liked David. He soothed Sylvie who was Lyn's obsession -- her only true love. When Sylvie disappeared to London to work the hotels in Mayfair, Lyn was morose and hungry. When she returned Lyn's world shined bright and, after Sylvie had allowed Lyn to fuck her, balance was restored and Ray could breathe easily again. Lyn was not jealous of David - she knew Sylvie felt no real passion for him - but he cared for her unconditionally, kept her grounded and rushed to her when she called for him. She did not want him hurt again. David introduced Debbie at the New Year's Eve Party at the Swan. She was stunningly good looking but was underplaying it - covering up very stylishly in fashionable chiffon. Lyn saw that Ray and Roger "the Lord of the Manor" were smitten by the blond tart, but Lyn saw through her. Withdrawn and aloof on the outside she may be, but Lyn intuited a hidden sensuality - suppressed for now but obsessive once released. Wishing to know Debbie better, she suggested they meet for lunch at the latest gastro pub. As both women were "born and bred" middle-class, they quickly gelled and chatted freely. A second bottle of Pinot was ordered and Lyn steered the conversation to David: "We're all so glad that you and David are making a go of it. He is such a sweet man and so kind." Debbie, drowning in her guilt and full of remorse, burst into tears and it all came out. Now Lyn understood: "Oh lovey -- I'm so sorry -- what can we do to help." She passed a tissue to Debbie: "You know these men dear-- they want you to be a tart one minute and their Mother the next. Its his birthday in two weeks isn't it? Let's give him something better than those porn girls with their football tits? Look - we have a contract for a fashion shoot and the garments are high class and gorgeously sexy. Come over to the studio and we can pick something hot for you for his big day and get him up like a fucking ramrod." Debbie laughed at Lyn's vulgarity but she badly needed a bit of fun. She dried her eyes and agreed to visit. ********* Lyn had another reason for inviting Debbie. Yes -- there was something about this woman -- voluptuous -- daring -- mischievous -- provoking? She was deliciously fuckable and Lyn wanted to claim her share. ... and then there was Roger's talk of rumours of a scandal when she was up at Oxford. That sounded fucking sensational!! This all fed the desire of Ray and Lyn to bring her into their erotic world. They were always seeking new ideas for their porno flicks and Debbie could provide some interesting possibilities. This would require careful planning and Lyn decided to use Debbie's love for David to begin the deception. ********* Lyn showed Debbie around the studio: "This is the collection, aren't they gorgeous -- look at this little black number -- it's a key garment in the range for the Christmas and New Year party season so they want some images urgently for review before we complete. The only pity is, it's the one dress I can't get into so we have to book a model from the agency which puts us under pressure to deliver the drafts on time." Lyn held the dress against Debbie: "Wow, it suits you honey -- now that would be perfect for his birthday present - come to the mirror -- look at that! Just your size." Debbie gazed at her reflected image. The little black dress was far more revealing than she would normally choose but she was transformed. It reminded her of the parties at Oxford where she dressed to be the main attraction and capture the best-looking boys. She remembered the rush of excitement when boys would look her up and down with desire in their eyes and girls would sulkily ignore her in envy. Lyn continued: "Have you ever modelled? With your looks and poise you'd be a natural." "No -- I went straight into Practice when I graduated and then family took over... nothing so glamorous unfortunately!" Lyn picked up the slight regret in Debbie's voice: "Well, there's no time like the present -- do you want to try now? It would certainly help us out! Ray would be delighted wouldn't you honey -- at least we could get something back to client for feed-back?" Ray chipped in: "Sure babe, Debbie would be perfect -- they would love a blond in that dress. I can see the tag now "Blonds have more Fun!" They both laughed and looked at Debbie expectantly: "Just this once -- I'll give it a try -- but if I turn out to be rubbish, I won't be offended if you want to book a professional." They broke open a bottle of fizz to seal the deal and Lyn secretly added some of her home-made fruit cordial chock full of stimulants. Ray was on his best behaviour and Debbie began to relax into the novelty of this glamorous and exotic, out of the ordinary, slightly dangerous world. Lyn had hung the various outfits in the back room where the models would change between each shoot. She was keen to see more of Debbie and this was the perfect opportunity. Lyn promptly began to change into her first garment and while Debbie was a little shy stripping to her underwear in front of Lyn, she was positively red faced once she had slipped into the dress and realised how revealing it was. The hem sat at mid-thigh, the fit was ultra-tight hugging every curve, the bust was daringly low cut and there were sheer side panels top to bottom. It left very little to the imagination and yet it felt good and looked good on her. Lyn fussed around Debbie, smoothing the odd wrinkle and re-arranging her hair: "It's a perfect fit and it really suits you. You look wonderful but this is the major line they are promoting this season and Ray won't be happy that your bra and panties are on show through the sheer -- the lights will reflect off the white satin and spoil the pics." Debbie was a little deflated but Lyn offered a solution: "Can I make a suggestion?" Debbie nodded. "It's only Ray in the studio and the photos are a bit niche -- your granny wouldn't see them. You could go bra-less and commando?" "Oh no. I really don't do that sort of stuff." "Ok not to worry" replied Lyn matter-of-factly. "The dress is the key garment in the shoot. It's too small for me so I'll tell Ray we are cancelling. We will have to pay for a model and ring the client to extend the dead-line. We might lose the job but that's life." Debbie frowned but the enervating bubbly and Lyn's potions were kicking in. "Please, not on my account -- I feel so guilty -- oh -- please ... OK - I'll do it - just this once." Lyn had got her woman! "Are you sure Debbie - you are a star - I'll give you some privacy to get ready." When Debbie had stripped off and squeezed once again into the dress she called for Lyn. A pair of nude strappy heels were chosen and Lyn applied some make-up -- blusher, black mascara and copious amounts of cherry coloured lippy. Finally, she restyled Debbie's hair and let it fall naturally over her shoulders. I knew you would tart up lovely thought Lyn. I might have you all to myself. That would upset Ray. Ray was delighted when he saw Debbie -- she was spectacular. Power house thighs, tits uplifted and on show with prominent nipples just about covered and an outstanding rounded arse highlighted by the taut fabric. Her mane of wild naturally blond hair surrounded her face resplendent in classic Lyn style and, all the while, the eye being drawn to the flesh on display through the sheer panels which would become even more transparent once the lights were set. Fuck, it was making him hot!! Once Ray began to move around Debbie and get her to pose, Lyn could see she was a natural and when the first session was over, they cracked open another bottle and all was giggling and fun. Debbie was now at ease having forgotten about her underwear. Ray's aim was to get some more intimate shots of Debbie but this phase had to be disguised. First, he sat her at a desk facing the camera in the act of writing a letter. The desk was low and, as her chest dropped, her falling tits with those proud brown nipples and their abundant areola were exposed to the lens providing a nice contrast against the black of the satin. Debbie was aware that she could be showing too much as Ray circled shooting and zooming but the quiet of the workmanlike studio and the studied calm professionalism of Ray together with that old familiar, long forgotten, delicious feeling of being the focus of attention led her on. It was time for the next phase of the seduction. Ray wanted Debbie to embrace Lyn - arms around each-other and chest against chest - to get a fun shot of both garments in full-on party chic. Between poses Lyn whispered to her: "Hey lovely you're a natural -- what a great figure -- I'm very jealous. I love your tits -- I wish mine were so firm." Debbie could feel herself warm and looking down at her open breasts could see her swollen nipples push through the stretch fabric against Lyn's fulsome bosom. Lyn's arm slid down behind her back and her open palm caressed Debbie's bum: "Your arse -- just gorgeous!" Debbie was a little shocked by Lyn's sudden coarseness but it all seemed to fit with the new showbiz person she was becoming. She looked abstractedly at Ray who was busy behind the camera -- inexplicably she no longer wanted out -- why not experience some different colours again -- her life had been white for so long -- hell -- what's the harm -- who's to know? She allowed Lyn to continue to stroke her and her breathing deepened. Lyn feathered her lips across Debbie' forehead and whispered in her ear. "Oh, honey you are a naughty girl aren't you -- well who would have thought it." Debbie blushed and smiled -- she was back at Oxford flirting with her lady tutor and getting very hot. Ray was finished and Lyn led Debbie back to change. She took Debbie's hand: "Honey you are so good in front of the camera -- Ray is really pleased -- you have done us such a favour. Now listen ... I've got a great idea. We've just started a new business supplying photobooks -- albums of digital photo prints -- really top quality if the images are good. We would like to offer you something for your help tonight and we were wondering if you wanted to give David a present to really fuck himself over??" Debbie laughed. "Now my old man does very nice glamour work and we could take some beautiful images of you and put together a really nice book for you both. What do you say? Debbie was unsure. "You have such a great figure - your tits and arse are to die for - it's a shame not to show them off - and a pity to pass up the chance to fire David into orbit." "Show them off?" "Yes honey, we could take some shots of you with nothing on. There's no need to worry. Ray is very professional. His images are very artistic and tastefully lighted. He can use special software to make you even more lovely if you want -- not that you need it!!" The cautious and conservative instincts of Debbie were at this moment screaming at her to escape but she held back. Getting David over his crisis was awfully important and she had enjoyed the posing immensely. Being delightfully tipsy and relaxed, the experience had stimulated her. Memories of Oxford, though scarcely believable now, were still potent and the heightened sensuality provided by Lyn's potions had reminded her of those exciting times. Although she found Lyn's comments about her figure a little too suggestive, the praise had given her the confidence to believe that she would not look silly. Above all there was that strange compulsion to show off. As she grew older this need had become sexual to the point where she would wear the skimpiest of bikinis to the pool or the beach to be noticed. It had led to her performances on stage and those thrilling years before her world closed in with marriage, career and family. Lyn showed her a portfolio of Ray's work and his pics were superb. The decision was made. It was yes! She tried to delay to give herself time to prepare but Ray wanted to start immediately. Lyn helped her out of the dress and for the first time in many years she was naked in front of another woman. She sat to remove the heels but Lyn stopped her: "No honey, keep them on -- they give your legs a lovely shape and lift your bum." Debbie flushed and looked away. Wearing the strappy heels and nothing else felt like - ummmm. Lyn having quickly changed back into jeans and blouse took her by the hand and led her back into the studio. ********* When Ray saw Debbie, he knew she was the one -- everything about her was perfect. It gave him serious wood and his jeans began to bulge as his experienced eye appraised her: Face -- lovely - blue eyed, full red sensual lips, high cheek bones. Hair -- lush, long and silver blond with a hint of curl. Shoulders -- broad -- athletic. Tits -- full and upstanding despite the kids -- dark brown nipples with large areola giving her breasts that fertile heavy "whore mother" look. Ray felt his cock begin to leak cum!! Waist -- trim and narrow. Tummy -- a slight swell but under control. Hips -- broad -- fertile. Cunt -- wisps of blond hair -- outer lips nicely profiled, moist and flowering. Arse -- powerful with that beautiful clear view of her swollen cunt lips from behind in the gap at the top of her thighs. Legs -- perfect in her heels ... to lay on those luscious thighs and fuck her -- there's a vision!! Ray recognised that Debbie was no shrinking flower. She was seriously clever and full of herself. Her defiance, her confidence and her willingness to appear before him in her glorious nakedness made him want to have her now... and from the state of her cunt she was clearly finding the whole experience to be very stimulating! But there was more -- he would record her descent in pictures and video. He and Lyn would take her on an epic journey and expose her to all the perversions. To guide her down this path would be his ultimate wet dream. ********* Lyn sat her on the couch in front of the camera and gave her a little coaching as regards posture before withdrawing. Debbie was trembling with fear and excitement. Ray took a deep breath and began: "Wonderful lovey -- you look sensational. Just do as I say pet and we will smash it!" Ray worked around her as she posed and he dutifully kept the camera lens away from her in full face. Debbie relaxed a little but she was not aware that wall mounted high resolution cameras -- for both stills and video - were covering every angle as she was guided in her movements by Ray. The poses were imperceptibly becoming more risqué but Debbie was not objecting. At the end of the session Ray wanted her on her knees astride on the couch and, although his angles were either at her front or side, Lyn was on her laptop in the office controlling the wall cameras which were devouring all of Debbie in her brazen exhibitionism. This operation culminated in a final zoom on to Debbie's bum as she opened her legs and dropped on to all fours. The blooming lips of her moist cunt, the perineum with its blond covering and the black open "O" of her dilated anus framed by its triangle of dark purple skin were all delightfully recorded in full HD for future use. Lyn was elated. Debbie was clearly stimulated by the experience and this boded well for the future when other players would be introduced. Lyn had a fleeting image of both Sylvie and Debbie in Lyn's bed -- the three of them entwined as one interconnected sweating multi-limbed creature -- and she felt the wetness grow in her crotch. The shoot was finished and Ray drove Debbie back to David's house. She was very quiet and had taken a big risk but, OMG, it was so exciting. After controlling her urges for so many years for the sake of family and career, the liberation was overwhelming but she recognised that her recklessness had changed the dynamic with Ray and Lyn and, as the days passed, this began to trouble her. ********* Debbie was very subdued back at David's despite the photobook being delivered the next day. She took it discretely upstairs. It was a sumptuous folio production and very, very hot -- if David didn't want her after this daring performance then he was beyond help and she could do no more. David saw her uneasiness and delved a little but was met with a cold silence that shut down any discussion. She rushed back to her parent's house as her Mother had fallen ill, but a week into her visit, she received a shocking message from Lyn with no text but just a link to a short video file named "Debbie". As she sat in her old bed-room and pressed play she felt sick to the bottom of her stomach. The movie opened with a giant black hole filling the screen which as the shot slowly panned back became her anus, then her bum cheeks and finally her cunt and everything!! Worse was to follow -- in one continuous pan there she unmistakably was -- on her knees, thighs apart offering her rear to the camera. What followed was a devastating series of clips of all the sessions with Ray but from angles she could not fathom. Lyn had even picked up on the characteristic small birthmark below her breasts. There was no hiding it -- it was her and would be recognised as such by any who saw it! After a sleepless night worse was to follow. There was a text message waiting for her in the morning from Lyn, again with no comment but with an attachment of some advert for Ray's latest show in a London gallery. She could not understand why Lyn would send such a thing until she opened the "copied in" file. Shockingly it was her list of contacts both family and professional from her smart phone. Lyn must have downloaded it during the shoot!! Her Mum and Dad, David, younger sisters and brother, grandma, life-long friends, ex-work colleagues, all the agencies she was using to find City work -- Lyn had access to them all!! She kept to her room and feigned illness but could not come to terms with this devastating development. At the push of a button her shame would be shared with everyone who mattered to her. She would lose her family and her career. It would be total ruination! She fended off her Mum's questions about this photographer Ray Taylor. The exhibition looked quite interesting -- maybe she should take Dad on their next London week-end!! On the drive back to Norfolk she tried to stay calm. ********* What astounded Debbie, once she'd offered money for the files, was Lyn's sympathetic, almost motherly, attitude to her: "Sorry Debbie we don't want your money -- we want you!" Debbie flipped as Lyn soothed her: "We would like you to come back to the studio and make movies -- you were so good. If you do as we ask there will be no unpleasantness -- you know that honey, don't you? You have a fantastic body -- just the sort that men and women who fuck women love. You are a natural and it would be a real waste not to use your talents. Your movement in front of the camera is so graceful and feminine. Our distributor was very impressed." Debbie, struck dumb, took a deep breath. "Lovey, I know the shoot made you hot -- you opened up like a flower in the spring sunshine -- be honest with yourself -- you want it as much as we do. We have lots of plans. Come over and just enjoy. ... and of course, you need to consider the money -- we will pay you after each session on a scale compatible with, shall we say, the explicit nature of the shoot?" Debbie's mind was racing: "Your distributor Lyn?? Fucking Hell!!" "Yes honey, he will pay for the movies and he will stream them on his own channels in the Middle East and Asia where they lust after blonds -- I very much doubt if your circle will ever get access to view but down the line it may happen -- it's a risk you must take." Debbie was close to fainting: "How do I know that you won't go public even if I do agree?" Lyn was ready: "You don't, but what I know is that if we were to "go public" we would lose you and we don't want that to happen." "What will I have to do??" "You know what you will have to do -- anything and everything. I will not hide it. The story of a very attractive mature married amateur woman on, shall we say, a journey of erotic discovery will certainly add spice. So much more arousing than watching balloon breasted professionals with leather vaginas." Lyn took a pen and notelet from her bag and jotted down several web sites for Debbie. "Get these up and scan through the offerings. It will give you some idea of the options we can try. We want to script according to what gets you hot and excited. We need good convincing performances from you. We have albums of potential partners and you can choose who you want. They are all professional, regularly examined and certified clean. You will also need to be medically cleared." Debbie sat back, calmer now. This was a way forward which would not necessarily ruin her. It may come back to haunt her in years to come but it would solve the immediate problem. Let the future look after itself. She began to tremor with the thought of it and Lyn got her a stiff one. How did it come to this?? Lyn, detecting Debbie's dilemma, came to the crunch: "When do we start Debbie? She blushed up: "I need some time." Lyn replied: "24 hours -- I will text tomorrow for your answer -- don't let us down!" With that Lyn was up and gone leaving Debbie staring into the darkness from the top of a very lonely precipice. ******* Debbie returned to David's cottage in a panic. This was a nightmare but she saw the stark reality when she opened up Lyn's movie again on her lap-top. As she watched herself react to Ray's guidance, she could see that Lyn was right - she was aroused. She was not instructed to strut and pose so artfully - it came naturally to her. She remembered the moment when she dropped on to her forearms and knees, opened her thighs and dropped her chest until her nipples stroked the floor. She sensed at the time that this pose would reveal it all but she did not hesitate. There was, in truth, no other option. If she could compartmentalise the experience physically and mentally and separate it from the life of family and career then she might survive unsullied. The alternative was ruination which she could not countenance. She spent the morning accessing Lyn's porn sites and was amazed. She had no idea. It both horrified and thrilled her. She sank a bottle of Chardonnay to clear her mind: This was not of her choosing. There was no alternative so there was no guilt. Just try to relax and enjoy it. She shivered and that long forgotten acutely pleasurable hotness ran through her. When the text came from Lyn, she gave the inevitable response without hesitation: "It's yes - what are you fucking doing to me?" She cried herself to sleep but awoke from her dreams fingering her wet and open cunt. She was astounded -- the last time she had pleasured herself was before her marriage. She was too ashamed to admit it, but her predicament had stimulated her libido beyond imagining. ********* David's birthday was a stupendous fuck fest. She delayed his present until the evening when, after popping open their usual bottle of Pol Roger, she went upstairs to squeeze herself nude into Lyn's dress and put on the strap heels. Once David had scanned through the photobook, he was all over her and their reunion was complete. The first fuck was consummated very urgently and their mutual relief fed their passion. She was more proficient and adventurous following the separation and her frantic insatiability quickly led their lovemaking beyond vanilla. Long languid mornings pleasuring each-other followed by hot sandy sweaty wrestling naked fucks in the dunes were now the norm but she could not bring herself to share her predicament with David. Better to keep her secret safe and secure. Just as she was beginning to believe that Lyn had played her with a mischievous hoax, she received a message: "Hi Lovey, can you be here for 9.00AM tomorrow for styling and make-up. We aim to start shooting around 10.30AM and finish about 6.00PM. One day will be enough as it's your first time. We have booked Gregor for you. Just to let you know we will be filming inside and out and Ray will be using his regular team for cameras, sound and lighting. We will brief you on the story-line tomorrow but don't worry about a script -- you can improvise as we go along. Looking forward to it... Much love, Lyn xxx" ********* Trapped Pt. 02 Debbie gets to live her disgraceful fantasy. ********* Once Debbie had received the message from Lyn, she immediately dispatched David to her parents' house to re-connect with the family and relieve her Mother and Father. To excuse her absence, she fabricated an alibi around some part-time contract work she was undertaking for an ex-colleague in Norwich. David was pleased to go and she promised to follow as soon as the job was completed. She couldn't face the strain of sustaining the deception with David while, at the same time, preparing herself for the inevitable trauma of her first performance. She hardly slept and was up at first light on the big day, going out for a jog around the country lanes to fill the time before showering. Having tied her hair back in a pony tail - she knew Lyn would style her for the shoot - she breakfasted on very strong coffee and a stiff vodka to give her courage. Driving up to the farm she saw vans of equipment already being unloaded, and walking through the court-yard she passed an array of lighting and sound gear in various stages of assembly around the pool and in the studio. The day was already turning hot and two men and two women, all in black jeans and T shirts, were busy running cables and rigging cameras. As she walked past, they politely smiled and she nervously smiled back. Her pulse began to quicken with the recognition that all this activity was for one purpose only - to film her being fucked! In the studio Ray was directing operations around a large couch the size of a king size double. This was the focus of the interior work and Debbie shivered in anticipation. Ray gave her a re-assuring hug and a kiss on the cheek and he returned to his work. Lyn came to collect her accompanied by a tall, well built, middle aged man with short cropped blond hair. He wore a check shirt and smart jeans and sported a deep tan. His face was angular and Germanic. He wore a diamond stud in one ear. "Hi lovey - welcome to showtime - meet Gregor your partner for today." Debbie automatically offered her hand and Gregor took it, held it to his lips and fixed her with his clear blue appraising eyes: "My pleasure Madame. I am very pleased to meet you." His accent was eastern European and Debbie noticed the size and strength of his hands. He smelt of pine forests. She smiled and looked to Lyn - what should she do now? "Let's leave Gregor to prepare and we will have some girl time before we start." Lyn took her to the apartment at the rear of the studio which doubled as a dressing room for the ladies. "You can undress and put your things on the hangers. Then we can get you made up. Don't worry lovey you'll be fine once we get going." Debbie stripped and stood nude in front of Lyn. "Let's look at this pube - umm - I'll give it a little trim but Ray's the old-fashioned sort - he like's a bit of bush. We'll save the clean-shaven look for later. ... but first - take this." Lyn had prepared a glass of fizz with her special red "aphrodisiacal" cordial which Debbie recognised from the shoot. She downed it very quickly and was grateful - the sooner she could immerse herself the better. "That's a good girl - do you want another?" Debbie nodded and the second glass was swiftly despatched. Lyn took some small scissors and kneeling in front of Debbie carefully trimmed the edges of her bush before running her fingers through the hair to fluff up and apply some fixing spray. Looking down at her pube Debbie began to warm. "Lovely honey - now for your hair and make-up - I'll use waterproof today - and we mustn't forget the nails." As Lyn concentrated on her task, she briefed Debbie: "The first thing you must remember lovey is that we will always be with you and make sure you come to no harm. Gregor is very experienced but the younger first timers can get carried away which we will not tolerate - you can depend on that. For today we want you to imagine you are the lady of the house who wants to fuck the builder while hubby is away. So, it will be nice and straightforward: Scene 1 will see you at the patio doors lusting after Gregor as he works. For Scene 2 you will walk out to the pool, remove your robe and swim nude before reclining on the lounger in front of Gregor. Ray wants to film you underwater so one of his boys will be in the water with you. Scene 3 will see Gregor pick you up and take you into the studio. He will lay you on the couch and you will then make love. Now, we do not script - we just improvise... and regarding the mechanics - just go with how you feel and let Gregor guide you. Just two things we need to know from you? Honey, we strongly suggest, for your own benefit, that your first anal is with Gregor - he really is very considerate and the girls all seem to love it with him." Debbie thought for a second, nodded and asked for another glass of fizz. "Secondly, where would you like Gregor to cum - in your mouth, on your face or in your cunt?" Debbie had given this some thought following her first exposure to porn on Lyn's web sites. She would prefer her cunt today if that was OK? "Sure honey, just remember to wait after Gregor removes himself and we will catch the cum as it runs out of you - that's always a good last cut on the edit." Debbie's mouth was dry and her pulse was now running in overdrive. "Probably best to use the bathroom - you'll find the rubber fountain for your bum with the instructions. Don't forget to lubricate your vagina. It always helps." Debbie did as she was told and caught a glimpse of herself naked in the mirror. Hair and make-up as she'd never known it - wild and vivid with strong eyes and shadow to accentuate her high cheek bones with full lush red cherry lips to match her fingernails and toenails. Lyn gave her a silk robe. ... and finally, just ignore the cameras and enjoy it!!" On cue, Ray popped his head around the door: "All set girls? Christ Debbie you look gorgeous." He grabbed a glass of bubbly: "Wishing you the best of luck babe." Lyn took Debbie by the arm and walked her out. *** Scene 1: With the words "Action" all was suddenly quiet! Debbie stood by the patio doors of the studio looking across at Gregor who was stacking some bricks. He was wearing loose faded jeans with braces and his torso was bare. He was well henched, with golden pecs, ripped abs and arms like tree trunks. She could see the prominent bulge in his crotch and felt a hot tremor run through her abdomen. Ray and the team were quietly working around her with hand-held cameras and lights. She let the robe fall open and fingered her cherry lips with her forefinger while gazing longingly towards Gregor. Passing her cherry nails across her breasts to firm her nipples she drifted down to her cunt and felt the lubricated swollen lips and the delicious moisture of her arousal. After giving herself a long gentle cum culminating in a soft sigh of pleasure, Ray gently whispered "Cut". *** "Babe - that was stunning - I knew you were a natural. Lyn, wasn't she fucking wonderful?" "Yes, honey she certainly was." Lyn came to Debbie, re-tied her robe and cuddled her. "That was very very hot honey. Do you need anything?" Debbie was keen to get going again as was Ray: "Fine babe. OK Tommy - in the pool mate. Just gives us five minutes Debs." *** Scene 2: With "Action" Debbie slowly opened the door and languidly walked out to the pool. Looking over at Gregor she paused by the cushioned sun lounger, turned her back on him and removed her robe to go nude before laying it on the lounger. Moving to the edge of the pool she paused full frontal, challenging him with her eyes, before taking position and diving into the refreshing blue water. She loved to swim naked and performed some underwater gymnastics for Tommy who was following her with the submerged camera. She artfully opened her legs and showed everything, front and behind, as she swept backwards and forwards in front of the hungry lens. She was liberated and stimulated. When it was time she swam to the edge of the pool and lifted herself out, glistening in the shining sun, before walking to the lounger to sit and dry her body. Ray and the boys quietly closed in. A shadow passed across her - it was Gregor - it was time. She looked up and engaged him eye to eye before feeling for his cock below the denim - it was enormous. Rising from the lounger she knelt before him and slowly very slowly slipped the zip down and his giant member burst out directly in front of her face - fuck, it was the biggest she'd ever seen! She took her time and nobody was calling "Cut". She could not, as yet, perform "deep throat" - that would come - but her cherry lips and cherry nail fingers covered every inch of his cock. She gradually upped the tempo becoming more ravenous until Gregor, clearly sensing a premature end, buried his fingers into her hair and slowed her down. Sensing what he wanted, Debbie pulled back and it was "Cut". *** It took several seconds for her to calm. Gregor lifted her and kissed her forehead whispering: "Debbie - that was beautiful. You're doing great." Ray and Lyn came up. Lyn wrapped Debbie in her robe before taking her hand and stroking it: "Are you ready honey?" Debbie smiled sheepishly and looked away. Ray was keen to keep up the momentum. Debbie was doing very, very well: "Good girl - let's get going - boys and girls, into the studio - another five minutes Debs?" Debbie nodded and buried her head into Lyn's neck. Lyn held her and patted her back and shoulders. Debbie couldn't stop trembling - the intensity was overwhelming. Lyn soothed her: "There there lovey - there there - it's OK honey - it's OK." Gregor removed Debbie's robe and lifted her bodily in his arms and she rested her head against his chest. The aroma of pine filled her with arousal and she could feel his erect cock leaving stickiness on her flesh as he carried her to the couch. *** Scene 3: "Action": He laid her on the couch and began with his lips on her neck quickly moving to her breasts as she arched her body desperate for him to enter her. He moved his body to one side to allow the eyes of the cameras to capture every contortion as he bought her to her first cum by teasing her nipples to unbearable sensitivity. His technique and his strength when he burrowed his tongue into her cunt took her to nirvana. There were no more cameras - just her and the insistent lubricious organism losing itself inside her - searching out her most secret and sensitive places - giving her the cum of her life. When he slid his huge prick into her, she was ready - she was amazed that she could receive all of him with no discomfort - and then that insistent rhythm of orgasm bringing her to the brink and back again. He turned her over - she was on top astride him - and, unlike him, she could not hold back. She frantically lifted and dropped herself on to him - again and again - until release came and she threw her head back to the ceiling above and screamed. She was wet with perspiration and her flesh was glowing with the heat of her effort. Finally, he put her on to all fours and ringed her anus with his lips to open her. She felt him begin to insert his prick and he was very patient and very careful. Once he was in, he began to work her and when he cupped his hands under her breasts to support her, she instinctively lifted one hand to finger her cunt. She became aware of the cameras covering every angle for the "money shot" and the watching eyes caused her fingers to release a warm wetness from her cunt - a final release of all her inhibitions. She was barely conscious when he finished and after a short pause he drove into her cunt and, with a triumphant guttural animal cry, released his load into her. As he withdrew, he whispered to her to hold her position and she felt his warm frothy cum soak her bush and run down the inside of her thighs. She held her posture, still unable to control the trembling in her body, until Ray shouted "Cut" and Lyn was there with her robe and she was taken away. *** Lyn removed her make-up in the back room and Debbie showered and dressed. It was late in the afternoon before both women were able to relax over cake and rejuvenating herbal tea. Lyn could see that Debbie was still processing her first performance. Her passions had overcome her fear as Lyn had predicted, but Debbie was tortured by her inability to reconcile the contrasting emotions of exhilaration, guilt and shame which were shredding her mind. She asked Lyn for a natural sedative to calm her and Ray drove her back to the cottage where she slept through till noon the following day. ******** Of one thing Debbie was absolutely certain - she wanted more - and she texted Lyn to confirm she was ready to go again. The call from Lyn came within the week and shoot now followed shoot in rapid succession. She developed a routine where she would generally perform for Ray over one week and then drive down to her parent's summer home in Cornwall with David to spend the following week with the family and then return to Norfolk for another week of filming. She maintained the deception with David and, as her father's investments had bombed, she quietly transferred her earnings from porn to his bank account for the upkeep of both her Mum and Dad and the family. ********* She would retain very specific remembrances from her life in porn while at the same time having little memory of the long periods when she was immersed in the full heat of carnal passion and pleasure. Both the drive to the studio and the preparation for the shoot were very vivid. Her adrenalin was always up and she was excited but at the same time apprehensive regarding the content of the piece and her partner or partners. Sitting, naked beneath her robe, being made-up by Lyn and receiving direction and advice regarding technique while sipping a large glass of Lyn's cordial and taking her medication always heightened her desire. With a little help from Lyn and some self-pleasuring she was generally aroused before the filming began. Her two preferred male partners were Gregor and Francis. They were both very hot and extremely charming and took particular care to ensure that she was ready before penetration began. She soon acquired the expertise to satisfy via her mouth, her cunt, her anus and her hands or breasts and she continued to prefer ejaculation direct into her body rather than all over her face or torso which she felt was a little too submissive. She would always remember the scenes where they both had her together and gave her multiple orgasms that were indescribably blissful. The cameras just seemed to disappear. Sometimes males chosen for her would be more aggressive - on these occasions, depending on her mood, she would let go completely and lose herself in the role or, if the partner was not to her taste, she would concentrate on her technique and get through somehow. The more interesting sessions involved stimulant fuelled male novices where she would take the lead, first seducing and preparing and then getting what she now craved like a drug. She grew to appreciate the sex with other women too. Again, she had favourites - Candy and Emily - both genuine lesbians - the first young and seemingly innocent, the second glamorous and very proficient. The shoots were less intense with long leisurely sessions of never-ending pleasuring's. A seemingly endless supply of dildos was always available to provide a spectrum of different orgasmic experiences. Shockingly she loved BDSM from the start. Lyn used a gentleman called Takashima-san who employed Japanese rope bondage - Shibari or Kinbaku - she never could understand the subtle distinction. He was very experienced and always detached and focussed. The scenarios would last from two to four hours and were exhausting. Associated activities along with penetration were by another who was always masked and hooded. She was too out of it in her passion to care one way or the other but she assumed this was Ray as his team always handled the cameras for Takashima-san. ********* When Lyn announced that the filming was coming to an end Debbie felt very flat. The thrilling rush of performance had become addictive but there was a nice surprise when Lyn suggested to Debbie that she should script the last shoot herself - to take the opportunity to play out her ultimate fantasy - and there was also an added bonus: "Ray bumped into two old mates from across the pond yesterday. They called in at his latest exhibition in town. You will recognise them from the movies but let's call them "Dan" and "Rich" - it will save you making an embarrassing mistake when you meet them. Honey, they are both hot hot hot and they debuted in porn in LA before they hit the big time. Anyway, they love to keep their hand in, so they asked Ray if there was any action down at the Farm. The poor old dear's prick hit the fucking roof when he thought of you and them - what do you say?" Debbie enthusiastically agreed to incorporate Dan and Rich into her movie and set aside a day to work out a storyline. Once she had decided on a plot, she fucked herself in candlelight in the scented bath while imagining the two studs binding her wrists and having her until she could take no more. In this imaginary world she wanted to immerse herself in her condition - debauched and insatiable - and she gave herself a deep cum when the idea came to her that her shaming in the movie should be in public. The storyline was prepared, Dan and Rich were booked and a date was set. ********* On the day she selected a pair of jeans, a silk blouse and a pair of flats and slipped into the back-room to change. There would be no bra and panties today. Dan and Rich were very well known to her and she was already hot with anticipation. The jeans were ridiculously tight and the splits in the fabric were already beginning to open as she forced herself into them. She buttoned up the silk shirt and tied the tails above her navel in a neat bow exposing the curve of her naked tummy and her hips between her tightened waist and the taut blue denim hipsters. On checking her costume in the mirror, she unfastened a couple of buttons at the top of her blouse to expose more of her cleavage and she tied her blouse even tighter to lift and support her breasts under the stretched silk. She could see her nipples firm and proud begging for some attention. She was now able to apply her own make-up and her blond hair was loosely tied back and up. She was thinking Thelma and Louise. The barn was full of cables, lights and cameras and, as she walked on to the set, she could feel the stretched crotch seam of her jeans work itself into her bum to part her cunt lips and expose her availability and her readiness for sex. The tightness made her swing and pout as she walked. Ray, Dan and Rich both whistled in appreciation as she approached them. She could also see the guys on the set pause to eye her in admiration and the two women in the crew exchange a knowing smile. She was on display and that made her arousal all the keener. Ray was ready - they took their places and it was "Action". The Barn: Dan pulled his reluctant wife from the pick-up. She screamed obscenities at him as he dragged her across the lot to the deserted barn. Once inside he bolted the door and pushed her hard against a pillar and told her to shut the hell up. She strained against him and started to perspire heavily in the humidity of high summer. There was a sharp rap on the door and Rich was allowed to enter and the door was again bolted. He was dressed in a tight T shirt and jeans. Dan turned to Rich: "Well, I guess she's all yours - you can fuck her to hell for all I care" Dan reached for his wife and held her tight in front of Rich. The strain on the blouse was too much and it began to split to reveal her breasts which were rising and falling with her passion and her violence. Rich let his eyes drop down over her body and he reached out his fingers to rip open her blouse and find her nipples which firmed quickly as Dan violently wrenched back her arms to push out her chest as a ripe offering to Rich. Rich ripped away the remains of the shredded blouse and looking into her eyes dropped his lips to her breasts and made her gasp. She relaxed and Dan smiled as she became compliant: "I told you she was one fucking hot slut!" Debbie began to orgasm. The restraint and stimulation under the watching eyes of the crew and the all revealing lights together with the rough talk was too much for her. Rich pulled away to stare at her, naked and glistening from the hips up and still being held taught by Dan: "So, honey, show me how dirty you are" She pulled herself free and looked defiantly at Rich. She walked across to him and shamelessly placed her hand on his crotch and slowly squeezed and gripped as he hardened in her hands. With both hands she loosened his belt, and unclipped his jeans which allowed him to escape and grow in front of her. Meanwhile, Dan had withdrawn and picked up a rickety old chair and sat to watch his wife getting what she wanted from Rich. Rich put his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her down on to her knees. She opened her mouth and he placed one hand behind her head and used the other to insert his cock into her mouth. Her bright gloss lips closed around him gripping him hard and she held his hips with both hands as she started to work backwards and forwards alternating deep throat with tongue work on the head. Debbie's sweat made her tits shine as she worked hard to keep with the pace that Rich was dictating with rapid beats of pressure from his fingers gripping the nape of her neck. When Dan rose from his seat and stood behind her and called her a "fucking slut" she came again and she now felt the wetness from her cunt fill the crotch of her jeans. Knowing that her cum was advertised to Ray and the crew made her deepen and her whole body shuddered with emotion as she lost the relentless rhythm. Rich gripped her head and forced her back into time thrusting himself deep into her mouth before nodding to Dan. Dan roughly pulled her up and quickly slipped a knotted rope around her wrists and pulled tight. She screamed: "No, not this, please, please Dan" Dan looped the rope over a roof beam and pulled tight until she was taut and on her toes. He took the knife from his belt and slit both legs of her jeans from ankle to waist. It was then an easy task to slowly cut the jeans from her body - piece by piece - to gradually reveal her, naked, glowing with perspiration, hanging helpless, ready to be fucked. As the hand-held cameras circled her, Debbie withdrew into a trance full of her own secret desires. This was a depravity she had not allowed herself to experience until now. She had often dreamt of exhibiting herself in a public place and at Oxford she had allowed one boyfriend to restrain her during sex but that was tame compared to what they were about to do to her in the barn. She arched her body and thrust out her arse. She wanted to be taken...now! Rich slipped off his clothes and came to her. His powerful hands grabbed her flesh and kneaded it, leaving his prints all over her body as if he was taking possession of her and marking his territory. He slapped the cheeks of her bum hard with the open palm of his right hand. The crack echoed around the barn and Debbie, having prepared herself, managed to suppress her cries of shock and hot pain. "If you don't please me honey this is what you'll git and plenty some" He cut her down with a knife but left her hands tied as he carried her to a woollen blanket draped over a bale of hay. He laid her on her back, arms above her head and she opened her legs and he stared at her shaven and shining, wet, open, pink cunt. When Rich entered her, she sensed that his was the broadest girth she had ever known. She came again almost immediately and he calmed her by placing his fingers over her lips. They were surrounded by lights and cameras and people but this only served to enhance her coming, knowing that she was the focal point of the watching men and women where nothing would be hidden and every violation of her body would be illuminated and recorded. He pumped hard and lifted her legs in his arms such that they were almost upright and resting astride his shoulders. As he stood up and she was horizontal he was able to maintain an aggressive and rapid thrusting deep into her which made her continue to come in wild cries which echoed around the barn. Rich withdrew and quickly went down on her. She moaned softly as she arched her body to force his face into her crotch. Rich backed away and Dan moved in to pull her off the blanket by her bound hands forcing her to kneel on a straw bale with her tits touching the straw and her now very wet cunt and arse facing both men and pleading for more. "Be my guest" Rich worked his way into her anus from behind, making her gasp in delicious surprise. "Yes baby. Fuck him with your ass honey. Yes, darlin' give it to him." She had scripted this and it was an absolutely fucking perfect moment. She gripped Rich's cock with her sphincter and made him throb and ejaculate inside her. She could feel his juice spilling out of her and running down over her swollen cunt lips. Rich withdrew and moved to her front to hold her hands tight. Suddenly with surprise she was being penetrated in her cunt. It was Dan. They would both have her. He was big. He was good. He was fabulous. She screamed in one long ecstasy of shaming insatiable desire. He began to slap her arse: "You're like a bitch on heat - you just love it." She had never felt like this. She simply could not stop. Her exhibitionism and her debasement had cast off all inhibitions. The more she received the greater her appetite. She felt him swell to ejaculate and he erupted into her. He slapped her buttocks hard as he came and the pain and submission made her final cum a flood. She screamed out long and loud as she continued to cum and Dan finally withdrew, his desire spent, leaving her panting for air. They pulled her up, tied the rope back on to her bound wrists and hung her from the roof beam again: wet, sticky, taut and breathless. "Dan. That was a real pleasure. You should take her to the whore house. Everybody would want a piece of her." Debbie was desperate: "Dan. Please take me down. Dan somebody might come. Dan please honey. Daaa...n." Dan got out his mobile and began to tap out a message. They walked to the door, and leaving it open, they made their way down main street to get a beer. They would come and collect her later. She was left hanging naked, exposed and filthy. As she twisted and writhed, trying to release herself, one by one, the young men of the town and some farm hands who used the barn for a lunch time siesta slowly and with fear peered around the door and saw her suspended and helpless. They nervously entered but hung back together as they circled around her. She stared, speechless and terrified, into their wanting, hungry, yearning eyes. *** "Cut!!" Dan and Rich rushed on to the set to release her: "Wonderful honey - just wonderful." They each gave her a tender comforting hug: "That was really... just the greatest thing - thank-you Debbie - thank-you so so much." She was exhausted and with her baser instincts now exposed for the first and last time, she was suddenly deeply ashamed of her nudity and she buried herself in their arms to hide from the crew. Lyn took over, wrapped the robe around her and led her away. ********* Debbie's cathartic release was complete. She was still unable to articulate the liberation she had experienced in the barn but as the days passed, she began to recover and when she allowed David to fuck her again, she would re-imagine her time with Dan and Rich and this would lead eventually to self-enlightenment and closure. It was time to close the door on Norfolk. Debbie had secured a very lucrative role at a Practice in the City and she and David were in negotiations to purchase a large family home nearer to London. They would all be together again and she was overjoyed. Lyn invited Debbie and David over to the Farm for a farewell supper with a specific request from Ray that Debbie wear the little black dress with the nude strap heels and nothing else. When Debbie read the message, she giggled and was only too pleased to oblige. She had developed a deep friendship with Lyn who had become her mentor, her guide and the "older sister" she had always needed. She protected her and tempered Debbie's addiction. Lyn had told of her initial dislike when they first met and her reasons for the blackmail but then described how she had come to love Debbie as one of her own. Only when Debbie was ready would Lyn now invite her into her bed. As they walked out to the garden on a balmy warm summer evening with their glasses of bubbly, David sensed an exotic aura around the place - the girls in their revealing outfits with their luscious femininity on display - Ray with his pony tail and his gypsy waistcoat and his easy familiarity - the pool glistening blue across the garden - the subtle looks and asides hinting at mysteries he could not fathom. What had happened here? ... and finally, the puzzle of Lyn's gift to Debbie - a memory stick and a warning to be careful as it was the only copy of the file and there was no back-up?? David would never know the truth and Debbie would never reveal her secret. *********

Thia Comes Clean by Thiagawr Thia Comes Clean Pt. 01 Thia gives our friend Barry quite a surprise! My wife Thia and I have, for several years, spent our holidays self-catering in the Scottish Highlands with our friend Barry. We've all known each other since our teens, but Barry has never really seen Thia anything other than fully, comfily dressed. On this particular evening, however, fate intervened to change this situation quite considerably... On the evening in question, we had just returned from dinner at a local restaurant and, as was our usual practice, once back at the holiday house, Barry immediately headed off to the television to catch up on Wimbledon highlights, while Thia went upstairs for her bath. I can't remember what I did on this particular evening, but I usually read some car magazines in the lounge with Barry, or I might have taken a stroll in the garden and down to the side of the loch. Once in front of the television, not much except the brief lure of the kitchen could take Barry from it. Generally, we would delay discussion of the day just completed and the one still to come until Thia had come down from having her bath, which was usually after about an hour. However, on this occasion, Barry had some reason or other to leave the lounge and go upstairs. The staircase was a dark, wooden affair, centrally located in the hall and with a deep red, patterned carpet forming a strip up the middle. This style of decor and a lack of windows on the landing meant the view up the stairs was normally quite dark, but as Barry reached the bottom of the stairs, he could see that they and the landing were illuminated by light coming from one of the upstairs rooms. Dashing up the stairs to fetch whatever it was he needed, he saw that the source of the light was the main bathroom, where Thia took her bath most evenings (our en-suite having only a shower). The door was wide open and Barry could hear a radio, the voices from it being not quite fully audible as the volume was turned well down. Assuming that Thia had finished her bath and gone to the bedroom, he didn't think much of it, continuing across the landing towards his own bedroom. However, as he did so, he heard the unmistakable sounds of someone moving about in the bathwater and realised Thia must still be there. He returned to the bathroom door. Although the door was wide open, the view straight ahead through it was of the toilet. The taps end of the bath was adjacent to this to the right, while the nearest end of the bath was almost tucked behind the open door and therefore partially obscured from his view, but as he looked into the room, he could see the foamy (far too much bubble bath is a Thia hallmark) bathwater sloshing about at the bottom end, and then Thia's feet and the lower part of her legs appearing briefly above the foam as she sat down in the bath after standing, raising her legs for a moment after doing so. Momentarily transfixed, he wonders if she realises that she's left the door open - when lying in the bath, it's behind her left shoulder. He gives a light, double knock upon the door and asks, "Are you okay, Thia?" by way of indicating the situation. There's a sudden splosh as Thia submerges herself beneath the bubbles. "Yes, fine thanks." "Did you know the door is open?" "Yes, I know. It's okay. I always do that. The water's very hot and I need to let the steam out." "I can see that," Barry continues, as the humidity assails him in the doorway. "That must be absolutely scalding!" "Ha ha. I like it that way." Now feeling a little bit emboldened, Barry steps a tiny way into the room. How exciting... Thia will be naked in the bath, right in front of him! Disappointingly, he immediately discovers that he can't benefit from that fact, because the room is filled with steam and furthermore, apart from her head, Thia herself is hidden underneath a thick layer of bubbles. (For someone who has always been very cost conscious, it's amazing how extravagant Thia is when it comes to hot bathwater and bubble bath!) Not only that, but moments later, his glasses are misted with condensation. "It's like a sauna in here!" he exclaims as the full effect of the heat and humidity hits him. Thia laughs in reply and says, "I know. James can't stand it! But I'm used to it; it's how I like it. That's why I need the door open." "Aren't you worried that someone - well that would be me I suppose - might see you in the bath?" Barry asks. "No, not really. 'If you don't want to see, don't look!', as James would say." (Thia's reply is very illustrative of her perspective on this sort of thing - she sees the potential for embarrassment as being applicable to the onlooker, much more than to herself.) Surprised and rather delighted at this nonchalant attitude and at not having been asked to leave, Barry immediately decides to capitalise on the fact and asks, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" realising as he does so that he has no idea what to talk about and can barely see. "Yes," comes the straightforward reply. However, despite his strong desire to stay, he now realises that the humidity is going to be impenetrable and reluctantly changes tack: "I'll come back in a few minutes, when it might be less humid." "Oh, okay. I'll be done washing myself in a minute and I'll cool the water down a little bit then anyway." Five or so minutes later, he returns and finds that conditions have greatly improved; he can now see, for example (as long as he wipes his glasses occasionally), and even breathe, although the atmosphere is still quite stifling. "Is it okay for me to stay and talk to you?" he asks. "Yes, okay, but can you turn off the radio for me?" He does as requested and then sits down on the toilet seat, at the far end of the bath and right next to it, so that he's now looking up the full length of the bath towards Thia's face at the other end. There's still a layer of bubbles over most of the surface of the water. Before Barry can come up with a subject that he wants to talk to her about, Thia interrupts his thoughts: "I'm finished with my bath as such, but I need to shave my legs - is that okay?" "Of course," he replies, "Don't mind me, I didn't intend to make you stop what you were doing." Before she begins, I pass by on my way to the bedroom for something or other. Spotting Barry sitting there, I enquire from the landing, as breezily as I can, "Everything okay?" "Yes, fine, thanks," two in-bathroom voices reply in unison. Hmm. I told her this would happen sooner or later - almost every evening of the holiday, she's been in the bath with the door open. Still, I'm sure she's perfectly capable of asking him to leave if she wants to. So I get whatever it is I want from the bedroom and head back downstairs, calling, as I pass the bathroom again a moment later, "Sure you're okay?" This time, the question seems to register as being specifically for Thia. "Yes," comes her relaxed-sounding reply, and I head downstairs again, wondering if I should really stay around. Gathering up a good armful of bubbles, Thia drapes it onto her chest so that she can sit up out of the water. She's not terribly concerned about Barry seeing her breasts, but feels it's more polite at least to attempt to cover things to a degree if possible. Then she reaches for the soap, brings her right thigh towards her chest and raises her right leg out of the water so she can give it a good soaping with both hands, before methodically removing the soapy layer with a razor, repeatedly dipping it into the bathwater as she does so. Barry is silent, watching. He's forgotten he was meant to have something he wanted to talk to her about. Instead, he's thinking about a similarly unexpected situation a couple of years ago when, almost without warning, Thia presented herself "for inspection" in an extremely sheer, neon-green swimsuit. The swimsuit had left very little to the imagination, but right here and right now, only bubbles are hiding Thia's nudity from his eyes, and those bubbles are already much reduced... Speaking of which, as Thia switches to shaving her other leg, she realises that adding further soap to the water is going to thin out the bubbles even more. Nevertheless, she carries on. "What did you want to talk to me about?" she asks. Barry is absolutely stock still and his mouth has dropped slightly open. Eventually, the question registers. "Oh. Yes. Er..., er... I thought it might be a good day for us to go across to Ullapool tomorrow. The weather forecast looks really good. What do you think?" Her second leg now finished, and more soap thereby added to the bathwater, the bubbles at the "legs" end of the bath have indeed diminished considerably, and much of the remaining steam has now dispersed from the room as well. Although the water is a bit murky and still has random clumps of bubbles here and there down at this end, Barry can see almost all the way up Thia's legs. He tries hard not to make it obvious he's looking but, fleetingly, he's convinced he can see brief glimpses of dark pubic hair right at the edge of the clearer area, beyond which bubbles still cover the surface of the water and much of the upper half of Thia's body. "Yes, okay. That would be fine with me," she replies, a moment later adding... "Barry...?" Immediately, he thinks she's noticed him trying to see between her legs and says, "Yes? Sorry!" However, that's not the case (or if it is then she's not mentioning it). "I need to shave between my legs..." "Oh. Do you want me to leave?" he asks, trying to sound matter of fact, but unwittingly betraying a sense of disappointment instead, while inwardly scolding himself for having made the suggestion. Thia doesn't reply immediately. She thinks for a few moments and then says, "You're welcome to stay if you want to, I suppose - I'm just telling you in case you would rather not." "No, no, it's fine," says Barry, almost unable to believe his luck. "I don't mind. You just carry on, if you don't mind me staying to talk to you." "Stay sitting there then, please." A few seconds later, she stands up in the bath, twisting away from Barry as she does, such that she is now facing directly away from him and he's confronted by her wet, slightly bubble-coated bum and the entire naked rear of her body. As if that's not enough, she then reaches down for the soap, genuinely oblivious to the fact that this gives Barry a very brief, "best seat in the house" flash of her vulva from behind! Thia feels a little bit uncomfortable about her inability to avoid showing him her bum, but Barry himself is completely stunned at having just been presented with a set of unexpected labia! This is Thia, for heaven's sake! Thia, who (solitary swimsuit incident aside) only ever wears comfy, body-obscuring clothes and to whom he's never even really spoken on her own for more than a few minutes at a time. How has he suddenly found himself watching her having a bath and eyeballing her private parts? Thia straightens up again to soap the area between her legs. Occasionally, her fingertips appear briefly in Barry's view, pushing between the uppermost, inner parts of her thighs. She then raises her left leg, placing her foot on the edge of the bath and bends forward to reach the razor, which is sitting on the end of the bath in front of her. While Barry is still pondering the previous, surprising, between-the-legs display, Thia's reach for the razor (again without her realising it) reveals it all once more. Not only that, but the raised position of her left leg means that as she bends forwards, her labia part slightly and Barry is awarded a brief sight of a little of the interior. This is absolutely not realised by Thia at all. She merely thinks she's unavoidably showing her bum and nothing else. And even that, she expects, will be at least half hidden behind a layer of bubbles. Happily for Barry, though, the bubbles have drained from her buttocks leaving them glistening, wet and invitingly naked. Thia applies herself to the task of neatening her pubic hair. Out of Barry's sight, it's in a neat, natural triangle which has already been trimmed to a very short length with a shaver in the bedroom, prior to her bath. As Barry leans to the right in what he thinks is a discreet effort to see what she's up to, Thia's breasts now move metaphorically to centre stage. These do have a layer of bubbles still upon them, but that obscures almost nothing at all. They swing and jostle each other as she manipulates and stretches her pubic area for shaving. She realises they will be largely visible to Barry, but she's really not terribly bothered about that sort of thing, so although she does try to keep everything turned away from his gaze, she's fairly unconcerned about it. If anything, she's thinking more about saving Barry from embarrassment than hiding her breasts from him: her own nudity is really not a big deal to her, as long as it's in an appropriate setting, and settings don't really come much more appropriate than this. After all, if he's sitting there watching while she's trying to do this stuff, he can hardly complain if he sees something he'd rather not. Naturally, the thought of complaining does not enter Barry's head; he is only concerned about perhaps not being able to see as much as he would like to! Happy with the job she's done at the front, she now needs to do the rest. "Would you close your eyes for a few minutes, please, while I do underneath?" she asks. "Yes, of course," he reassures her. It's a shameful lie. "Tell me when I can open them again." She turns to face him, noting his seemingly closed eyes, but causing a shocked intake of breath from him as she does so, which rather betrays his fib of reassurance. Looking from between narrowed eyelids, he is treated to a full frontal view of Thia in fantastic, stark, girl nakedness and all just a couple of feet away from him. He barely has time to appreciate the view, though, because she then sits down in the bath, taking from his sight a dark triangle of freshly tidied pubic hair and much else besides. "Do keep your eyes closed, please." "Yes, I will. Don't worry," Barry says, being what Thia would later refer to as a lying hound! She lets much of the water out of the bath, then replaces the plug, soaps the area between her legs again (a surprisingly noisy process of unintentional slurps and sploshes) and applies the razor. To Barry's irritation, from his toilet seat vantage point, he can't see much apart from the top of her head and her knees, as she leans forwards to perform the task. "Still keep your eyes closed, please," she says, as she finishes the shaving and slops water onto the area to rinse it. Barry nods a further lie. "Would you mind helping me to wash my hair?" Thia asks as she sits up. On hearing the question, Barry (perhaps understandably) fully opens his eyes. As he does so, Thia quickly puts an arm across her breasts but doesn't admonish him. "What do you need me to do?" he asks, simultaneously rising to his feet, sending Thia's free hand darting to cover the area between her legs; the bubbles now having almost entirely disappeared and the water being just a couple of inches deep. "Sorry!" he says, "I didn't think." Thia largely just accepts the situation; she's having a bath - he's going to see her in her birthday suit and has already seen most of it. It really can't be helped. "If I lean my head forwards, can you run the shower over my hair while I wet it?" "Okay, but obviously I'll need my eyes open," he replies, not having reclosed them anyway. "Yes, I know, it's okay." She leans forwards, pulls out the bath plug, drapes its chain over a tap, and indicates the shower head in front of her to Barry. He removes it from its holder and turns on the water, aiming it into the bath behind Thia's bum. As the water warms up, he plays it onto her back and she acknowledges it's okay. However, she then asks him to stop briefly - she needs to reposition herself so as to be kneeling in the bath, otherwise she can't tip her head forwards far enough. But then it turns out that a kneeling position is too uncomfortable. Next, she tries lying on her front (it's quite a long bath), propping her head up with her hands. Although her body feels much more exposed than she would like, and it's a rather strange position, she's hoping it will at least protect from full presentation what little is left of her modesty (it doesn't). While she's assessing this position, Barry completely loses control of his thoughts as he surveys her naked body from behind, laid out full length in front of him, wet and inviting. To make matters worse, as he's fully appreciating her pert and appealing bottom, Thia tries to lift her head from her hands to see if she can free them for hair washing, causing her buttocks to tighten and clench. His thoughts now turn extraordinarily carnal as he imagines running his hands gently down Thia's sides and onto her soft, wet, animated bum, then continuing their journey of exploration around to her vulva and its alluring inner secrets. He's interrupted in mid-fantasy: this position won't work for her either. "I'm really sorry," she says, "I'm going to have to sit up again and tip my head backwards instead. Would you close your eyes again, please, while I sit up?" "Okay," Barry replies, again failing to close his eyes fully. As Thia repositions herself, she temporarily adopts an unintended doggy-style orientation and gives a further flash of her girl parts, causing another involuntary, vocalised betrayal of his lack of compliance. Trying to deflect her attention from it, he quickly follows up the unintended noise with, "You don't need to apologise, Thia. How would you normally wash your hair?" Now back in a sitting position, she notices that Barry has his eyes open again anyway, but accepts that he has already seen just about everything there is to see of her body. Notwithstanding this fact, she nevertheless feels she should point out an upcoming problem. "I'd do it sitting like this and with my head tipped backwards, but that means I can't really cover myself up at all. I'm sorry. Do you mind? You can ask James to help instead if you'd rather." "Do I mind? No, of course not, it's absolutely fine. You look..." Realising he might have been about to overstep the mark, Barry cuts himself off abruptly. "It's okay..." Thia reassures him, jiggling about a bit as she finishes repositioning herself in the bath (her legs now out in front of her once again and her hands positioned behind her bum, supporting her). She tips back her head, unavoidably allowing Barry a clear view of her breasts and much more, from above. Her areolas are slightly swollen and puffy, he notices, presumably due to the heat and the water, and her nipples seem to be erect. "...What were you going to say?" "Well if you don't mind, I was going to say you look absolutely stunning, you really do. Why on earth do you keep an amazing body like this so covered up all the time?" "Gosh, thank you," she replies, her face blushing a little at the realisation that she's being openly ogled. "That's nice of you. I don't know. That's just how I am. I suppose I just like to be comfy. I never really think about it. Anyway, it's not covered up right now, is it...?" "No, it's definitely not, I'm very pleased to say! Thank you so much for letting me see you like this!" "I didn't actually intend..." begins her reply, but she decides not to finish the sentence, in order to avoid embarrassing herself any further. Downstairs, reading some car magazines, I'm becoming aware that quite a lot of time has passed. "Is everything okay up there?" I shout from the bottom of the stairs. "Yes," shout the two voices, once again in unison, before Thia adds, "I'm just washing my hair." As Barry runs the shower over her hair, Thia pushes her fingers through it to wet it, then reaches for the shampoo at the far end of the bath. "I'll get it," Barry says, letting the shower head rest in the bottom of the bath behind her bum and stepping forwards a couple of paces to reach the bottle. As he turns around, he sees Thia sitting in the bath fully frontally naked, her head tipped backwards and her body and legs filling his vision. For a moment, all he can do is stare at her astonishing nakedness. Her legs are tight together though, so although he can see a small area of pubic hair where they meet, he cannot see any of what lies below it. Her breasts, however, are very much there for him to savour, and he does so. Above all, he's as perplexed as he is pleased at this evening's sudden, unexpected opportunity to see such an incredible sight; Thia - whom he has known for such a very long time - is completely naked, all clean, wet and slippery in the bath. She's become the only thing he can think about, and those thoughts are now turning powerfully sexual. Pulling himself together, he returns to the other end of the bath and squeezes some shampoo and then more (yes, she's extravagant with that too!) onto her hair. After she scrubs at it all for a while with her fingers, he rinses it briefly and she asks for it to be repeated. Eventually it's all finished and thoroughly rinsed away. Then Thia takes the shower head herself and, still sitting but with a bit of wriggling about, rinses herself all over as Barry stands back and watches, amazed at what has unfolded this evening, and realising what he has perhaps been missing out on all week. Her eyes are wet and screwed up as Thia then reaches her left arm out into space and wriggles her outstretched fingers in search of a towel. Just for a moment, the gesture is misinterpreted by Barry as a sexual invitation. Fortunately, he immediately realises it's just wishful thinking and recognises it for what it is, passing Thia a bath towel (with which she wipes her eyes before dropping it onto her outstretched legs) and then, on request, a second, smaller one. She rubs her hair with this before wrapping it within it. Picking up the bath towel from her legs, she stands up, once again twisting her front from Barry's view as she does so, and rubs herself up and down with it. "Right," Barry thinks to himself, "It's now or never..." "You don't have to turn away, Thia. If you don't mind, I'd really like to see you properly from the front. Not that this isn't an extremely attractive view in itself." She turns to face him, but instinctively holds the towel so as to cover everything from her shoulders down to her thighs. Almost unable to control himself, Barry finds himself reaching out a nervous hand to take hold of the top edge of the towel. He tugs at it very gently and Thia lets him take it from her. The frontal view of her upright, head to toe naked body is finally revealed without any semblance of coy concealment whatsoever. "Wow!" The word jumps from his mouth without his permission. "Wow!" It does it again. "Thia..., Thia..." Thia shrugs her shoulders, gives a little snort, adopts a brief, girly pose and then laughs. Then she turns around a couple of times to display the fully unencumbered view of her 360-degree nudity, coming to a standstill as she faces him directly once again. As they feast on the extraordinary visual banquet presented to them, Barry feels that his eyes will melt. The long process of little by little discovery of Thia's naked body is complete. Her figure is beautifully shaped and proportioned and her breasts look invitingly firm and rounded, nipples now definitely fully erect. Her short-trimmed, dark pubic hair draws his eyes to her vulva, where there's a narrow, fleshy ridge of clitoral hood just visible between her outer labia. There's so much to take in; wherever he looks, he feels drawn to linger, but simultaneously compelled to move on to the next highlight and the next. Thia has become an irresistibly sexual, spectacularly arousing, fabulously naked apparition; a vision of glowing, seductive, smooth, squeaky-clean, bare skin and female nudity. And she's just inches from him, her body and all its component parts tantalisingly, invitingly touchable. "Thia, you look absolutely, totally stunning!" he exclaims, his eyes all the while continuing to scan all the way up and down her enticingly exposed body, taking in as much as he can and trying his utmost to commit it all to memory. "Ha ha. Well it's just me," she replies, adding with a slightly impish grin, "...and I need to get dry." "Can I dry you?" Barry hears himself ask. "I don't think James would like it," she replies, reaching out her hand to take back the towel. "She didn't say she wouldn't like it," he thinks to himself, and retains the towel. "Well can I just touch your skin?" he asks. She doesn't answer, Even though he knows he shouldn't, he reaches forwards and touches her flesh with a single fingertip midway between her breasts. Not knowing quite what to make of this, Thia moves as if to step back, away from his touch, but doesn't actually do so. Barry draws his finger slowly downwards over her soft, warm, wet skin. Her abdominal muscles tense as she feels it moving down her front. Presently, it arrives at her navel. Here, it explores the delicate hollow for a little while and she expects its progress to cease. However, she is very soon startled to find that it does not. Instead, the finger seems to be resuming its journey, once again moving inexorably downwards. A tremble runs right throughout her body. "It's only Barry," she reassures herself: she knows he wouldn't do anything to which she objected. Sometimes, though, it can be hard to object, even if one really ought to and, in any case, objection might be premature. After all, he's probably about to stop - he obviously won't go anywhere he really shouldn't. Unsure what to do, she hesitates, doesn't react, and holds her breath. Still the finger descends. Suddenly, she feels warmth flooding into her groin as nervous uncertainty is displaced by sudden, full and dramatic arousal. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words will form. The fingertip reaches the upper margin of her pubic hair and then actually enters it, her body giving a perceptible shudder of trepidation and expectation as it does so. Finding resolve at almost the last possible moment, Thia suddenly blocks further progress by placing her hand over her genitals, narrowly preventing contact between Barry's finger and her private parts. Still struggling to talk or even breathe, she feels her body tremble again, and this time the trembling doesn't stop. Gulping down the lump in her throat, she manages to speak: "I think it's best if you don't touch." "Do you really not want me to?" asks Barry. "I just think it's best if you don't," Thia replies, but her protective hand is shaking and her legs are turning to jelly. She cannot find it within herself to maintain the resistance, as her mind races with irresistible and overpowering thoughts of what would happen if she allowed things to continue. She feels her vaginal lubrication making itself alarmingly obvious. Just as Barry is about to take away his finger, she removes her hand from her private parts instead, leaving him in limbo and confused as to what he should do next. His fingertip is positioned just above her vulva: if he moves it any further, he will touch the upper part of her clitoris hood. Is that allowed? Does she want him to do that? Thia is now shaking like a leaf. It's not in her nature to do something that feels wrong, but the strength of the sexual urge that is now boiling between her legs is too much - far, far too much. She moves her feet apart. Barry's finger moves further. In so doing, it finally makes contact with her most personal parts. Her clitoris responds straight away, palpably inflating right along its length, the hood expanding to accommodate its now hyper-aroused dimensions. Her mouth is now almost as dry as her vagina is wet, so she has lost the power of speech altogether. The finger moves yet further. As it travels downwards along her clitoral hood, feeling the tense, firm, little organ inside it, her breathing turns into clearly audible, rapid, erratic gasps, as she helplessly anticipates the forthcoming moment of contact with her swollen and impatient clitoris tip. Then she feels the fingertip right upon the sensitive rim of the hood, just a few millimetres from the now desperate epicentre of her unendurable craving. The arousal of her sex organs has caused this frontal edge of the hood to rise ever so slightly, parting company with her clitoris tip itself: there is a small gap between the two, so initially the rim alone experiences a momentary but spectacularly fierce euphoria as the finger brushes over it. It will fail totally in its allotted, biological role of clitoral protection, but the desperate protectee is wanting full exposure, not seeking shelter. The exquisite torture has reached its apex. She whimpers quietly as a prolonged and gentle stroke passes over the erect, taut glans of her clitoris, immediately burying it under an avalanche of pulverising sexual sensations that surge beyond it and throughout her genitals, groin and abdomen. She struggles mentally with the dilemma of whether to accept and enjoy the feelings of sexual rapture or to engage in a hopelessly doomed struggle to suppress them. A moment later, it's too late: the internal battle is lost and she cannot now help herself at all. Her glowing clitoris and the incredibly powerful feelings within and around it are all that matter to her, and a moment later they are all that exist. He strokes and shamelessly caresses it as she drowns in the extraordinary, brutally devine sensations. However, the finger's journey is not yet over and it now moves even further onwards. As Thia helplessly slides ever more deeply into an unfamiliar state of sheer, wanton lust, the wilful digit now breaks contact with her raging clitoris and continues its excursion, now encountering the hot, slippery wetness of the approach to her aching vagina. Thia feels desperate but she's not sure whether that desperation is for his finger to enter her vagina or for it to withdraw from its proximity altogether. Once again, there's no time for her frazzled thoughts to assemble: his fingertip finds her vaginal entrance and probes it gently, seeking admission. As if to speak on her behalf, it allows access and the permission is immediately and readily accepted and acted upon. A tremendous shudder runs right throughout Thia's body as the last barrier falls and she feels herself penetrated. Her knees buckle a little and struggle to recover as her eyes roll upwards and then close. Her mouth falls open and lets out a soft moan. Sexual surrender now complete and obvious, she musters no resistance whatsoever to the subsequent compulsion to squeeze her vaginal muscles upon the welcome intruder. Barry marvels at the slippery tightness, heat and repeated compressions his finger is experiencing, sliding it all the way in and then back out again several times. She rocks her pelvis slightly backwards and forwards against his movements, to bring it even further in and out of her firebox, her vocal chords emitting gentle moans as she acquiesces yet further to her sexual yearnings, unable to prevent full and unconditional capitulation. However, as he moves to insert a second finger, Barry suddenly feels that she might be uncomfortable with it all. He's not sure if her shaking, dumbstruck, breathless state is a good thing or not. Perhaps she doesn't want this at all, and might later feel manipulated or coerced, or simply regretful at getting so carried away in the moment. The finger is withdrawn. Thia's face is deeply flushed, partly from embarrassment and partly because of the fact her heart is racing, but mainly because of the prodigious feelings that have just been provoked and then unleashed between her legs and all over her body. Having all but drowned in the sea of sexual self-abandonment, she's now thankful to at last see an opportunity to reestablish some vestige of control over herself, even though her clitoris and vagina are brimming with unfinished business and desperately craving further contact. However, now hugely relieved at the resolution of the wayward finger conundrum, she begins to relax and tries to convince herself that the longed for orgasm can wait until she can attend to it herself. She then seeks to subconsciously reassure the two of them that it's harmless fun and nothing has really happened, saying, "Shouldn't you be watching Wimbledon?" and taking the proffered towel from his hand. Barry makes no reply, but watches as she dries herself all over, this time staying side-on to his view, depriving him of any further potential sightings of the prize between her legs (the one part of her to which he has not been given official, visual access), but unintentionally treating him to a very dynamic view of her breasts in various orientations as she bends herself this way and that. Having completed the drying, she wraps the towel around herself and steps out of the bath, now much more composed. "Thanks for helping. I'll go and dry my hair, get dressed again and then clean the bath," she says, trying hard to sound calm and to look as if nothing notable has happened at all. She turns to head for the bedroom. "Thia..." "Mmm?" "Would you mind staying undressed? It's very warm downstairs and it's so nice to have seen you like this." Thia acknowledges to herself the likelihood of "very warm downstairs" being a deliberate double entendre. "Oh. Really? Well thank you. Are you serious? I don't really think I could. It would feel a bit strange. I think I'd feel uncomfortable. Haven't you already seen enough?" "Please. No I definitely haven't seen enough. It would be such a special thing for me, to know that you would do that for me." "Oh. Would it? Well... ask James if he would be okay with it, and maybe I'll think about it." With that, she's off to the bedroom, realising she's probably steering herself into trouble all over again. Thia Comes Clean Pt. 02 Thia surprises our friend Barry even further. Shortly after Thia leaves, Barry realises he is again rooted to the spot, lost in his private, forbidden thoughts, as he hears the hairdryer now being used. Quickly, he cleans the bath and tidies the room, hoping to maximise the time available later if she does as asked. Then he dashes downstairs to ask me if his request is acceptable. He walks quickly into the lounge, where I'm sitting reading. "James?" he starts, slightly breathless, "You know I've been helping Thia in the bathroom...?" "Yes... I did notice." "I can't believe how fantastic she looks without her clothes! Honestly, I would never have believed it; her body is absolutely amazing!" "I'm sure she'll be delighted to know you think so, Barry. She will probably say, 'It's just me,' or something similar." "Yes, but the thing is, I've asked her if she wouldn't mind staying undressed and just coming back downstairs as she is. Is that okay?" "What? You actually asked her that? Seriously, you really did? And what did she say?" "Well she said to ask you. She said she might, as long as you don't mind." "Oh. Well then I suppose it's alright with me if it's alright with her. It's probably warm enough in here even for her. I bet she will change her mind though; I don't think she'll do it. Isn't this all rather adventurous, for you?" He doesn't answer. Instead, he's off, immediately trotting upstairs to our bedroom. Once at the door, he hears the hairdryer click off: excellent timing. He taps on the door, saying, "Thia...?" She opens the door a little, keeping her body hidden behind it as she looks through the gap. "James says it's fine with him if you want to stay undressed." "Really? I'm not really sure. It feels a bit strange," she replies, causing Barry to fear the opportunity is disappearing. "Please. It would be really fantastic for me and your body is amazing to look at. Please!" If all else fails, plead, he thinks to himself! "Okay," she says with a small sigh, "If you really want me to, then I'll be down in a few minutes." "I definitely do really want you to! It's really nice of you and will absolutely make my day! Thank you so much." He is very relieved at her willing response: she obviously didn't mind his foray into her most personal areas after all. As Thia closes the door, Barry rushes downstairs and back into the lounge. "She says it's fine and she'll be down in a minute." "Well that's a surprise," I think to myself. Thia can be very relaxed about her own nudity (not that most people, including Barry, would know it), but this doesn't sound like something she would do just like that. She's probably been treated to copious flattery and attention from Barry while she's been in the bath - that would explain it, I suppose. She can get into a strange, overconfident, silly mood sometimes. Or even a naughty one. That is an aspect of her personality that would come as a big surprise to the unwary! This should be interesting... Five minutes later, Thia comes into the lounge. To Barry's obvious disappointment, she's wearing a long, quilted dressing gown. It stretches from her neck almost to her ankles! She looks like a female dalek. Ha ha ha. I can sense Barry's unspoken distress. "Thank you for cleaning the bath and sorting out the bathroom for me, that was very nice of you." She sits beside me on the sofa (Barry is in an armchair opposite), tucks her feet up under her bum and snuggles into my side in a private, personal act of contrition, an unspoken apology for getting so carried away. "I thought you were staying undressed?" says an audibly anguished Barry. "I am undressed." "No you're not. You're entirely covered up. Probably even more than usual!" Thia swivels her eyes to look at me. I just raise my eyebrows. I have no idea where this is heading, but she has that look in her eyes... She stands up, sheds the dressing gown onto the sofa behind her and sits down on top of it stark naked, tucking her feet up underneath her once again. Whoa! Even I feel my body react instantly. And very strongly. Heaven knows what Barry's making of it! One moment she's fully covered, the next she doesn't have a stitch on! That really did feel dramatic. And an incredibly sexual thing to do. She won't realise it, of course (I think to myself, wrongly, it would seem) - she will just think it's all very funny. "Oh... Thia, thank you so, so much!", Barry gushes, looking genuinely astounded. He gets up and switches on the room's main light, which makes Thia, and then me, laugh. "Thia!", he says, "I don't really know what to say. I know I've already said it, but you look absolutely stunning. Can you stand up, please?" "It's just me, Barry," she replies. As he returns to his chair, just a few feet away, Thia uncoils herself and stands, hands at her sides. She does look good. So good that I get up from the sofa and go and sit in the other armchair, so I have the same front-on view of her that Barry does. She rotates a couple of times and laughs again at Barry's dropped-open mouth and his leaning-forwards posture as he takes in every visible morsel of her body. I'm a bit stunned myself, and I'm seriously considering taking her straight back upstairs for a good seeing to! She sits down again on the sofa, this time stretching her legs out in front of her and wiggling her toes - she's finding it all a lot of fun. She drops her feet to the floor as Barry gets up from his chair for an even closer look. As he gets really close, she instinctively puts an arm across her chest and a flattened hand over her private parts. "Please don't do that," he implores her, "I'd so like to see it all close up." I consider intervening and pointing out that she agreed to stay undressed, not to submit herself to anatomical exploration and investigation, but I think better of it and decide to leave it to Thia. At least he hasn't run to get his camera... She puts her arms by her sides. Perhaps being rather too forward about it, Barry gets really close up and makes no bones about the fact that the details of her breasts, areolas and nipples are being studied, his glasses being repeatedly taken off and put back on again during the inspection. Although she does feel a little bit uncomfortable and is trying again to suppress her growing arousal, Thia is also finding the whole business very amusing. She's not used to being the centre of attention and is unsure how seriously this situation ought to be taken, if at all. However, she's definitely finding it very nice that her body has become the subject of such undisguised admiration, even (or perhaps especially) when it's so obviously accompanied by a large dose of strong and very conspicuous sexual attraction. Still performing his rather too detailed examination, Barry's eyes turn again to her pubic hair. In response, Thia squeezes her thighs together and her hand twitches at her side, as she's not sure whether to cover herself down there or not. The memory of feeling his finger entering that zone not long before looms large, and her conflicting thoughts about it still confuse her. After a moment, Barry steps back a bit. But then, feeling another "now or never" moment has arrived says... "Would you mind showing me between your legs?" He's glad to have got the words out reasonably well, because his heart is beating so hard that it feels as if it's in his throat! Thia looks at me again, her mind now racing as she tries to remain convinced that it's just a light and amusing scenario and that her dressing gown isn't really getting wet underneath her. Frankly, I'm not sure what to make of all this. Right now, she is such a paradoxical combination of extraordinary sex appeal and disarming innocence. And her body is a real treat for the eyes (and more...), it's true. But she will go too far! (Ignorance is bliss...!) Again, I indicate with raised eyebrows and a shrug that she can do whatever makes her happy. I know, I know... I ought to know better! I should probably be suggesting she draws the line right here. Or well before! Barry stands in front of her (she's still sitting on the sofa), desperately hoping she's going to open her legs a little. She doesn't. Instead she pulls up her legs, puts her feet on the edge of the sofa (thereby drawing her knees up to her shoulders) and then swings her knees wide apart, thus not just revealing her smoothly shaved vulva, but blatantly putting it on shockingly full and direct display! "Wow!" Once again, the word escapes from Barry's mouth. He just stares, in silence, for a few long moments and then says, "That is beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! Can I look more closely?" He then kneels in front of her in order to do so. "Thia..." I say, seeking to rein in her enthusiasm a bit, but she interrupts me... "It's okay, I don't mind." "Well don't get carried away. Think how you might feel about it later, when you're not so excited." "I'm okay. Honestly, it's fine. You don't need to worry." Barry avidly inspects what's visible (outer labia, clitoris tip and hood, slightly parted inner labia). "Fantastic! Thank you! Very nice indeed. Thia, you have a very nice looking vagina." "Vulva," she corrects him. Then she looks at me and asks, "Can he look inside? Can I show him my vagina?" Oh dear... "Can he what?! Thia... well it's not really for me to say, is it? If it's what you want, then I suppose so. As long as you're sure. Just think what you're doing for heaven's sake." "Do you want to see inside?" she asks Barry. "I'd love to! Of course I would!" Thia's fingers reach around under her elevated thighs and walk across her outer labia to the inner pair. She then opens the unexpected gift, so that Barry finds himself looking into her very inviting (and still noticeably turned on, he tells himself) interior and even at the opening of her vagina. He takes off his glasses again for a better look. While she's about it, Thia then carefully draws her labia apart in such a way as to push out her clitoris, which looks equally primed and ready for further action. Little do I know it is stoked with unfulfilled, pent up desires that are once again starting to dominate her thoughts. Oh god! It's obvious I should be stopping her. But she's so clearly enjoying herself that I can't quite bring myself to do it and spoil the moment for her. What on earth is she thinking? Even from where I'm sitting, I can see she's bright red inside and doubtless will be visibly very wet as well. She seems to me to have leapt from innocent, slightly embarrassed but amusing nudity into something altogether different - dangerously different... Barry speaks again, testing where the limits might be: "Can I touch it?" As happened during the bathroom finger incident, her lower body feels an incredible rush of heat and her level of arousal, already simmering away strongly, now skyrockets all over again. Here we go... And what does he mean by "it", I wonder? Clitoris, labia, vagina? If it's the former, I think to myself, Thia will almost immediately abandon common sense and be unable to draw the line. It's not looking like she even HAS a line! Surely this is too personal and too private even for her? I'm going to pull the plug... "No you can't!", I state, without even waiting for Thia's answer, oblivious to the fact that it's already happened! Thia takes her hands away and closes her knees together, then drops her feet to the floor again. As she does this, Barry remembers there's a lot more to look at than just her private sexual anatomy, stands up again and returns to his seat. "I'm sorry," he says to both of us, "but obviously it was incredibly tempting." Thia laughs. And then looks at me... in a very particular and slightly worrying way. Oh no, I think to myself. You're kidding? You're not finished, are you? More? She has this way of looking at me that's part innocent, playful, pleading puppy and part sex-fiend! Oh no. The trouble is, I find that look irresistible. And she knows it. But surely he's now been shown enough? "Thia..." We both know what I'm thinking. We both know what she's thinking. Barry, however, does not realise the unspoken conversation we're having and presumably thinks the show is all but over. I continue, verbally... "I don't think anything else would be a good idea: you've already gone further than you should. MUCH further!" But then she notches her expression up a level, and I find myself foolishly asking her, "Well what exactly is it that you want to do?" A moment later, Barry is hit smack in the face by a completely unexpected, verbal bombshell from the lips of the naked little minx. "I could show him what it can do. Can I do that? I could make myself come." I think Barry has now swallowed his tongue. I am equally stunned and unable to speak. Thia fills the gap... "Please? I think I need to! It wouldn't take long..." This time, it's Barry I find myself looking at. Am I actually going to ask him if it's okay with him for Thia to give herself an orgasm? I look back at Thia. I can't believe I'm saying this. "Well how do you want to do it?" "I'll just do it," she replies, conveying very little and an awful lot at the same time. Oh god. What's going on here? How is this happening? Why am I not stopping her? This is definitely not a good idea. Barry is still completely speechless and wide eyed, but already leaning forwards in anticipation. I look at him again. "Is that okay with you?" I ask, completely pointlessly. Without really understanding what he's letting himself in for, he replies enthusiastically, "Yes, of course! I'd absolutely love to see that! Who wouldn't?" Oh god. Surely she's going to regret this, and she's probably not the only one. But I don't want to spoil her moment for her. Thia puts her knees right up and apart again and as her fingers part her labia, the area inside is conspicuously even more crimson than before. I find myself wondering if Barry can tell how erect and swollen her clitoris now is from where he's sitting, shocking myself as I realise how surreal and outlandish that thought is and not realising that it's already brimming with unfinished business. This is crazy; is it really happening? What's come over her tonight? Just as I'm hoping she will think better of it, she looks at me and says, "Can you..." "No I cant! Thia?! I'm afraid you're on your own here!" However, just look at the sight of her: completely naked and about to pleasure herself... with an audience! I admit this is something I'm having trouble forcing myself to prevent. As much to delay the shock of seeing her fingertip make stimulatory contact with her own clitoris in front of Barry, as for my own reasons, I find myself asking her, "What do you want me to do?" Bad, bad, bad idea... Thia gives me that look again. Provoking me to ask, "You want me to start you off?" She nods. Before I have a chance to respond, she stands up and places her dressing gown (on which she's been sitting the whole time) onto the floor at the side of the sofa. Then she says, "Just a moment," and walks from the room, presenting Barry and me with an arresting view of her buttocks performing an evocative pas de deux as she leaves. With an appreciative "Oh...!", Barry gets up and follows her bum to the door, watching from there as her erotically bare, female form ascends the stairs. He waits there until she returns a moment later (now carrying a small towel), enjoying the full view of her nudity in motion. While it was her bottom that held his attention on her way up the stairs, it's her breasts and bush which do so on the way back down. There's something very expressive about the way in which Thia walks when naked that adds a significant further, sensual and seductive dimension to the whole experience. I've been left briefly on my own and am wondering what on earth has she gone to fetch: the mind boggles. With a bit of luck, this interlude might give her a chance to rethink the whole idea anyway. Or maybe she's just gone to the toilet. I can't even think straight anymore. Barry steps fully into the hall to allow Thia to pass him as she re-enters the lounge. Laughing a little, as she realises her nude ambulation is being perceived as an additional, sexually suggestive, visual treat, she returns to the sofa and places the towel upon it before sitting down. She assumes her previous position, with her feet on the edge of the sofa cushion and her knees up and swung wide apart, while Barry goes back to his armchair looking like the cat that got the cream. Thank god it was just a towel she was getting: things could be worse, I tell myself. Thia looks at me again. Oh god, I say to myself yet again. I know exactly what she's thinking. She wants her ultimate. It's going to be tongue, isn't it? Presumably partly for her and partly for shock value. Can I actually do that in front of Barry? Can I? Well it turns out that I can. After all, perched on the edge of the sofa, I must admit that she's in a great position for it if I kneel down. And at least I can't see him while I'm doing it. Now I've become some sort of co-conspirator, actually adding fuel to the fire. She's very, very wet and aroused before I even begin. Her entire vulva is glowing hot and her vagina is an absolute furnace. If she hasn't already lost all self control, she certainly does so a few moments later! There are five distinct clitoral areas that Thia likes to receive attention in this way, lying along a descending anatomical pathway of increasingly ecstatic effect. Having reached this point in proceedings, I might as well do it properly for her... First comes the length of her clitoral hood, where the sensation of my tongue's tip upon it, working its way slowly downwards, produces an effect that may be primarily psychological; principally about the thought of where it is heading and will arrive very shortly. Next comes the very front edge of the hood - a uniquely sensitive margin whose gentle stimulation feels so unbearably intense for her that it would almost suffice as an endpoint in itself. The lingual attention to that little ridge soon inflames it and has it glowing a bright, fiery red. Then, the tip of my tongue enters the little pocket between that ridge and her clitoris itself, so that both of those points of extreme sexual excitement are entertained simultaneously. This is almost cruelty, and the level of sexual desperation it induces in Thia is downright inhumane, yet there is even more to come, more glorious torment to endure. I move on, gently licking directly upon her engorged, anguished tip. Somewhat earlier than would be ideal in these circumstances, Thia is now absolutely ready for lift-off! As my tongue flicks and strokes across and around her glans, she loses all control over any and all of her mental faculties: this tiny area of her body is all that's left of her, and is soon threatening to explode like a mini supernova. Next, Thia's absolutely ultimate, most sensitive and incendiary, little place is reached: the underside of her clitoris glans - its frenulum, where the upper parts of her inner labia fuse with her clitoris itself. This is the nub, the kernel, the nexus, the high-altar of Thia's sexual experience. Now at the highest pinnacle of her exquisite sexual ordeal, she is beyond desperation, and many minutes of wholly uninhibited squirming, writhing, moaning and gasping follow. She's lost all connection with reality, doesn't know who she is, where she is or what's going on. She has no capacity to think about anything at all, her conscious mind having dissolved and disappeared, leaving only a frantic, sexual automaton where once there was Thia. However, she has asked only that I "start her off" and I think I've done that! I intended only to set her sexual touch-paper alight for her (again...), but now realise that doing it this way has quickly prepared all rockets for immediate launch! So I cease the stimulation, stand up, leave her to it and sit down in the armchair again. Thia's stunned facial expressions fully convey her utmost consternation and distress at this unwelcome development. With her mouth open, she looks at me aghast and upset; shocked that, having pressed her launch button, the tongue has absconded from duty and abandoned its station, leaving her teetering right on the edge of an orgasm, struggling with it like an upturned woodlouse trying to right itself! I prompt her by gesturing my opened hands in her direction and then pointing a finger directly at her. On seeing this, her expression of unfair desertion slowly turns to acknowledgement, as she remembers what she was meant to be doing. "Good grief, Thia - it was you that wanted to do it this way!" She gathers her thoughts for a little while, shuffles her position a bit and then begins. Barry and I watch as she reaches her hands between her legs (this time directly, rather than from around the back of her thighs) and diligently masturbates herself into an increasingly helpless heap, her face and chest becoming hotter and redder all the while, as she strokes, teases and rubs the tip and body of her over-excited clitoris. Occasionally, she switches from clitoral stimulation to penetration of her vagina, easing her finger in and out, sometimes slowly and sometimes in short bursts of rapidity. Then it's back to the clitoral pleasuring again. Soon she is once more absolutely lost in the sheer intensity of it all, adrift on a wild ocean of sexual ecstasy. Barry's eyes are out on stalks. Come to that, so are mine! Why did I not prevent her from going this far? Should I stop her now? Of course I should! But somehow I still can't. And I'm as bad - I've just given her oral sex in front of Barry! As Thia continues, she looks in turn at me and at Barry. Then her eyelids flicker closed and stay that way. Taking this as a cue, Barry gets up from his seat and kneels right in front of her for a better look at what she's doing with her fingers. This makes me feel suddenly very uncomfortable, because Thia's unaware of it, but then she opens her eyes again and, after a momentary flinch, continues. Then she actually looks him straight in the eyes while continuing to stimulate herself, now doing so using the forefinger of each hand moving up and down against each other, either side of her clitoris, causing its whole length to twist and the tip to rotate one way and then the other, while making its engorged and glowing state fully obvious. Quite soon, Barry seems to find her into-the-eyes gaze a little too powerful, and returns to his armchair, beside mine, as she closes her eyes once more and switches to using just her right forefinger again. He and I now watch in silence for a few more minutes, as Thia's self-induced, sexual pleasure becomes more and more extreme. As her industrious finger urgently addresses the vital area, little bodily jolts and spasms begin, progressively becoming stronger and more frequent. Eventually, it's here... Her legs suddenly stretch right out in front of her, stiffly opening, closing and then opening again. Her bum starts to jump, her head goes back, and from her mouth comes a countdown of "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..., AH..., AH..., AH...", but at what seems the very last moment, she stops her stimulatory finger moving completely. Despite the hiatus, a few moments later her body starts to buck. After a further few seconds, she restarts the stimulation and is almost immediately consumed by a huge, explosive orgasm, just having time to announce, "I'm c..." before dramatically jerking and writhing about within its clutches for the next half minute or so. She gasps, "Oh..., oh..., oh..., OH..., OH..., OH..., OH..., OH..., OH..." in time with the muscular contractions, while all the time, her legs remain stretched out rigidly in front of her, twitching with the pulses and surges of the ferocious orgasm. "Oh... Fantastic!", Barry says while she's still in mid-orgasm, again getting up for a closer look and standing over her until it's all finished. When it's finally over, she takes her hands away and drops her legs to the floor. She lets out a long "Pfffffffffffffffffff", puffing out her flushed cheeks as she does so. Initially, she looks terribly pleased with herself, but then reality can be seen slowly creeping in. Realising that Barry is right in front of her and that her legs are still wide apart, she quickly moves them together ("It's a bit late for that!", I think to myself), as her upper body slumps back into the sofa. Barry returns to his armchair yet again. A moment later, Thia rotates herself so as to lie right along the sofa, initially on her back, but then shuffling onto her side with one leg lying right on top of the other, pushing the towel onto the floor as she wriggles her body into position. With a slightly unsure expression on her face, she looks at Barry and me. Well now you know - that's the real Thia. Sorry if that comes (bad choice of word...) as a bit of a shock. Even after the swimsuit incident a couple of years previously, and his knowledge of our numerous clothes-optional holidays, this will all have been far, far beyond anything Barry might ever have imagined could happen. I'm both surprised and yet somehow not, at the same time. One thing's for sure: bearing in mind that Barry has often said he views Thia very differently after seeing her in that sheer swimsuit, this evening's events are going to cause a seismic shift in his feelings about who she really is and what makes her tick! Barry speaks again: "Wow! Thia, that was incredible. Thank you so much. Would you say that was a particularly intense orgasm, or is that just normal for you?" Without answering, Thia half-jokingly puts her hands over her face: finally some embarrassment has begun to appear. The fact that she now has her face covered but all of the rest of her body is laid out along the sofa in plain sight is amusingly incongruous - a very "ostrich with its head in the sand" moment. "Don't be embarrassed," Barry continues, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about - that was absolutely amazing. Incredible. Thank you so much." Thia wriggles onto her front, so that she now lies face downwards. Predictably, Barry immediately stands up again, in order to look down at her bum and full-length rear nakedness once more, vividly reminded of his thoughts as she lay like this in the bath earlier. Again, though, the moment doesn't last long. Thia reaches beside the sofa for her dressing gown and pulls it towards her, before switching quickly to a sitting position and holding it over her front. She looks at me, frowns, narrows her eyes and purses her lips. Oh, great, suddenly it's my fault is it? She then looks at the floor, while Barry makes repeated, unsuccessful attempts to restore her waning confidence. Eventually, he goes back to his chair and sits quietly, having realised anything further that he wants to say will probably deepen her now growing self-consciousness and discomfort. He occupies himself by replaying as much as he can of the whole evening in his head, completely astounded at every single aspect, sight, sound and sensation. He wonders how it must feel to be inside her when she's orgasming like that. Silence ensues. Several minutes pass. Eventually, I find something to say. "You've missed the Wimbledon highlights, you know..."

The Confession and Re-Education of a Perfect Slut A Keeping the Womenfolk in Line by Eddie Davidson The Start of a Lovely Relationship This is when the confessions and re-education begin. Chapter 4 Harlan’s family exploded into a bickering match over whether or not Candy had officially stopped winking her pussy and asshole while the rest of them ate dinner. The excited chatter seemed dysfunctional, but it was apparent the family loved each other and were playful about their seemingly bizarre hyper-sexualized dinner-time competitions. Barbara was becoming so uncomfortable being around these people that she could hardly eat. The food was like something she would expect to get at the fair from a vendor, not something placed on a dinner table. While she felt like a snob, it was all just too much, happening too quickly. She’d asked to meet Dylan’s folks, not the Munsters! She certainly didn’t ask to see naked girls as if they were just regular people living their everyday lives! This was Dylan’s sister, his aunt, and his own mom, too! The worst part was that she was secretly enjoying watching it. She was getting a vicarious thrill watching how these people embraced their trashy existence. She imagined herself being naked on the floor of her own home’s dining room, waiting to be fed scraps by Joe or her father and the thought made her pussy tingle. It was just so wrong! She knew her father would want to pack up and move again if he ever found out what sort of place he’d moved them to. It was such a surreal fantasy and one that would have never been in her head until she came here that she felt immediately guilty just for dreaming it up. She wasn’t sure what her father would think of Dylan’s family. She assumed he would think they were riff-raff and trailer trash and forbid her to hang out with them. Once she’d gotten to know Becky, Harlan, and Tammy, she’d seen more to the Simmons family besides just trailer trash. Even Candy, who had been such a bitch to her, was somehow likable in a weird sort of way. But she knew her mind was already on overload, and she needed a touch of normalcy again. Her stuffed animals and lacy comforter would be perfect right about now. Or a shower with the detachable sprayer at least. Barbara didn’t know if she wanted to be a ten-year-old again or a horny teen anymore. If only Joe had been offended by what they’d been exposed to, she could have insisted they leave, but the grin on his face and the tent in his pants told her she’d be leaving alone if she left now. The most embarrassing part to her was that she’d noticed Joe’s erection and hadn’t stopped catching glances of it. She knew she shouldn’t be looking, and she should have said something, but how? She wasn’t like these people. She couldn’t just casually tell Joe off for having a boner! She wished she COULD be so bold. She WANTED to be that bold, but she just couldn’t be. Right now, she certainly did feel too ‘delicate’ just like Joe always teased her for being. “Oh my! I almost forgot I’m supposed to babysit tonight, Joe!” She pretended she’d just remembered an important employment date. While it was true that she was supposed to babysit her first ‘client’ this weekend, it certainly wasn’t tonight. She just hoped Joe would back her up like he always did. She knew he didn’t know whether or not she was lying about having a job to get to. “Is that tonight? I thought you said ... oh shit. Whatever. We’ve still got time to get home don’t we?” He asked, sounding really concerned for her. It warmed her heart that he was so concerned about her commitments - even make-believe ones. They excused themselves feeling a little silly for asking, but they’d both been raised to never leave the dining table without permission. She was certain that at least one of these people would be pleased they were bailing early. More table scraps for one of the girls at least, she reminded herself so she wouldn’t feel so bad. Joe hurried her out of the trailer, and she let him. It wasn’t until they were quite a long way down the road that she told Joe he didn’t need to hurry anymore. “It takes fifteen minutes to walk home, then you have to shower and change! I know how you are, sis. Every pubic hair in place,” he laughed, having been affected more than he’d realized by Dylan’s family. “Joe!” Barbara squealed in horror at what he’d said. It was unlike Joe to be so graphic with her. She knew he was that way around his friends but never with her before tonight. “What? You know that the Harlan character certainly has a point. You girls are all the same in that you take forever to prepare for something that’s not even important. Why do you have to look perfect to meet any little kid’s parents anyway? They’ll be gone a minute after you arrive. Throw on a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt, and you’re ready!” Joe remembered how Harlan had stressed that women were natural liars and manipulators. He had a few relationships end because he concluded the same thing about those girls. “Am I really like those girls?” Barbara asked, realizing she’d fallen behind her brother. “I hope not,” she added as she hurried to catch up. “They’re just so...” Barbara didn’t know what word she was looking for, and Joe ended up making a suggestion for her. “Transparent? They know they’re bitches, but they live in a way that addresses their failings,” he suggested. “You think?” Barbara asked after a moment. She had been looking for something to describe the family, but that certainly hadn’t been what she’d been trying to pinpoint. Yet Joe’s summary was really accurate, she realized. “Am I a bitch too, Joe?” She asked quietly. “You’d have to be noticed before you could ever be a bitch, Barbara,” Joe laughed. You’re just too sensitive to be a bitch.” “Thanks. I think, bro. But I don’t WANT to be so sensitive,” she blurted out suddenly. After another moment’s silence where Joe didn’t answer her but kept up his brisk pace, she had finally had enough of trying to keep up with him. “Look, stop, for goodness sake! We’re not in a hurry anymore. I’m not really babysitting tonight. I lied, okay?” “You? Lied? Not Barbara! Who ARE you, and where’s Barbara? Did I leave her there? Maybe I’d better go back and have a better look around?” He asked, raising his eyebrow the way he did when he wanted her to agree to something. “Do you think she went up inside Candy’s butt by mistake?” Joe laughed. “No, I certainly did not, Joe! That’s so rude!” She admonished her brother but giggled a little at the way her brother was being more fun than she’d ever heard him be before. “I just couldn’t stay there a minute longer. Those guys are crazy! But I’m sorry I lied. Do you forgive me?” “Actually, I really liked it there and not just the amount of pussy that ended up on display. They really love each other and aren’t afraid to be themselves. But I know it had to have been hard for you. I’m just surprised you didn’t bolt after the first minute there! Could you ever imagine me speaking my mind like that to dad? Could YOU ever imagine doing that? We just don’t have that sort of life, more’s the pity,” he lamented. “Why not?” Barbara asked, surprising her brother. “Huh? What do you mean, why not? There’s NO FUCKING WAY dad would ever be able to deal with that sort of shit!” “I mean just us two. We could be like Dylan’s family and just be totally transparent with each other,” she suggested. “I already AM transparent with you, sis. I already told you I kind of like the way they live. Maybe not with that many people in such a small trailer, but still ... so now, how about you be transparent with me too? Did you hate everything about them and their home?” “No ... I imagined what it’d be like if you...” Barbara couldn’t bring herself to finish her thought. “If I what, Barbara?” Joe asked, completely stopping so he could study his sister. “You know...” Barbara answered. “No, I do not know! That’s why I asked,” Joe said in frustration. “If you want to be transparent with me, you have to actually say what you’re thinking. I’m not a mind reader, and I’m not going to become one any time soon!” He said, sounding frustrated with his sister’s inability to even say what she was thinking when the two of them were alone. “If you were like Mister Harlan. You know, like you’re being now. Expecting straight answers to hard questions or else,” she admitted shyly. Joe thought about what she said and joked, “if you don’t tell me what you’re thinking, then I’m going to put you over my knee right here, right now, sis!” He couldn’t help smiling to show he was only joking, but Barbara was looking down and didn’t see his grin. “Yeah, just like that, Sir. I need help to be more outgoing. I want to meet boys and be like Becky, but something inside me stops me,” she admitted shyly. “You want to be like Becky?” Joe was flabbergasted. He hadn’t expected his sister to say that at all! “Yeah. She’s just so confident. She didn’t mind being naked around her brother or anything. I just think I need that too,” she admitted, blushing scarlet. “She did that because she didn’t have a choice. She’s OCD, Barbara. You’re just ... I dunno, just shy.” Joe stumbled for an answer. “And I don’t want to be like that anymore! I could, you know ... let you tell me what to do like Mister Harlan does with his daughter and even his own sister! I kind of liked the way Candy heeded him. I could do that for you if you want me to?” Joe didn’t answer for a long time, instead of thinking about what Barbara was asking. Barbara was starting to feel like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die the longer Joe was quiet. Eventually, she couldn’t take his silence any longer. “Joe?” She started, but Joe cut her off. “Shush. I’m thinking. Keep your pie hole closed until I ask a question, okay?” “Mister Harlan called it a cock hole...” Barbara replied helpfully. “What part of ‘shush’ didn’t you understand? You just earned yourself a spanking when we get home, sis. Anyway, I don’t think you’ve ever had a cock in your mouth, have you?” He asked, this time expecting an answer. “No, Sir. You know daddy wouldn’t let me date in Chicago. I had some boyfriends but he would never let me go out unsupervised.” “So you’re a virgin too, then? Thought so. That disqualifies you from being like Becky right there and shows I was right for calling it a pie hole. You have to have sucked a guy off to have a cock hole, you know,” Joe spoke as if he was the voice of experience. At least he’d had sex before. “So? Will you do it?” “What? Let you suck my cock?” Joe laughed, knowing she meant the other thing. About him taking control of her and making her be open and honest with him. “Okay,” Barbara whispered that she would suck her brother’s dick – right here and right now. At that moment it sounded impossible. She was betting everything he wouldn’t call her a crazy pervert. If Joe did, she would be crushed. She wouldn’t blame him for judging her – it seemed absurd to her, but she had all these mixed-up hormones and thoughts in her head. “So, just like that, you are going to suck my cock?” Joe was shocked by his straight-laced sister. Everything had to be perfectly planned in Barbara’s head before she ever did anything yet here she was, willing to grant his request without hesitation. “Yeah, I mean, is that what you want me to do, Sir?” Barbara felt conflicted. She had horny feelings she had never had before tonight that felt primal. Instincts that she wasn’t even aware she had yet were telling her that she should be dominated by someone stronger and wiser. She was also dealing with years of indoctrination by her mother and others that told her that good girls don’t do naughty things. “If we do this, then there is no taking it back between us,” Joe looked in his sister’s pretty blue eyes. “We will always remember the time we crossed that line between brother and sister, and you sucked my cock. We may never speak of it again, but we’ll always know. Are you okay with that?” Joe asked as he took his sister’s hand. It seemed he was ready for it to Barbara. She would never have considered anything sexual with a family member until tonight. The relaxed way that Dylan’s family joked about going down on each other had been the first time she had ever heard of that idea. It was so taboo and so naughty, and yet Joe was the person she trusted the most in the world. She could tell him this crazy fantasy and know that he wouldn’t judge her – at least she hoped he wouldn’t. Any other boy might take advantage of her willingness to submit, and then once he got what he wanted, would just abandon her. Joe had seen many episodes of Jerry Springer. He’d heard about families like Harlan on that TV show. He wasn’t sure any of them were real until tonight. He’d seen nephews that pimped out their aunts and cousins who put on strip shows together on a daily basis when he watched the trashy TV show. It had never been something he would have considered with his own sister, but now she was offering to blow him. He pulled her behind a nearby tree out of sight of the road and other trailers. She didn’t resist. The trailers were packed tightly together along a narrow road. It was dark outside, and there were no street lamps nearby. There was still a risk of being caught in the act, and that may have been what made it seem appealing to both of them without them realizing it. Their adrenalin was pumping as hard as their teen hormones, and both of them were trying to make sense of it. “Have you ever even sucked a dick before?” Joe asked again once they were at the tree. His sister squatted down and unzipped his jeans. She was incredibly nervous and worried she’d be caught, but once she unzipped his pants, she felt there was no going back. “Yes, of course, Sir,” this time she lied, thinking that’s what he preferred to hear. She had been a tremendous prick tease, and she knew it. She had made out with boys before, but she had never given head to anyone. She’d never even let a boy get a finger inside of her. Barbara had had several steady boyfriends who’d got hot and heavy with her, but when she wouldn’t satisfy them, they quickly found reasons to break up with her. “Who?” Joe asked as he looked down at his pretty sister’s delicate features washed in only the moonlight. She looked so vulnerable as if she needed him – needed his validation as much as his cock. “Okay, I haven’t sucked anyone’s dick before,” she admitted as she fished around inside his fly and felt the weight of Joe’s cock. His manhood surged in her hand. She felt the veins in his penis and wondered how it would taste as she looked at the tip of it emerging out of his zipper. This was her first blowjob. She felt guilty and knew it was wrong. This was HER brother, and even if it wasn’t, she had been told giving head was something only slutty girls did. She wanted to be slutty for once. She wanted to do it safely, and in private with someone she knew who wouldn’t blab all over school about it. She knew one day she’d be expected to give head to her husband, and it was something women did. It felt like it was time to learn how to do it. She licked his dick like a lollipop – just the tip at first. It was a tease, but it was enough to make Joe smile. This was really happening, and it was blowing his mind. “So why me?” he asked why she wanted him to be the boss of her. He wanted to understand why she had chosen to ask him. He assumed Dylan had far more experience with bossing around his sister. “I barely know Dylan, Sir” Barbara put her tongue under the tip of his cock and washed the vein on the bottom of his dick with it. She could tell from the look of pleasure on her brother’s face that he liked that, and she continued as she pulled his dick further out of the zipper. “I trust you more than anyone except our parents. If you are going to make a plan for me, it will really be for my own good, Sir.” “I like how you are calling me, Sir” Joe caressed his sister’s cheek, and she smiled. She looked like she was smoking a cigar as she cradled the head of his dick in her mouth. “It seems appropriate when we are in private, Sir. I heard how the girl’s address Harlan. They mock him and disrespect him but obey him. I don’t want it to be like that with us. I think it should feel formal like you are above me, Sir” Barbara breathed on his cock and licked the pre-cum from the tip. It was salty and disgusting, but she didn’t mind it. She had not given any thought to her answer when she gave it. It had just seemed like a natural response. Joe agreed with her sentiment and told her that he would have to think about her rules and tell her them in the morning. The very suggestion she would have new rules to live by sent shivers down Barbara’s spine. It felt so wickedly naughty to have secret rules and so perfect at the same time. All thoughts that Joe would laugh at her or call her perverted for suggesting this arrangement, vanished from her mind. The confidence allowed her to unbutton his jeans and pull them and his boxers down so that she could see his dick and his balls. Her brother’s pubes were dark and curly. He smelled of man-sweat, and she thought the odor must carry some primal pheromone because even though it wasn’t pleasant, she found herself enjoying it. She put his cock into her mouth as far as it would go. Just like any teen, she had seen pornography. She hadn’t gone looking for it, but it popped up in chat rooms and online searches. She knew women could deep throat the length of a cock. She just had no idea how SHE could actually fit one down her throat. Joe wasn’t huge, but his was the first cock she’d ever felt in her hands, and it felt bigger than a hot dog! She got the impression Becky and Candy were going to deep throat those at dinner tonight. Barbara couldn’t imagine being able to do that herself - much less something as big as her brother’s dick. Barbara clearly didn’t know how to do that. She choked and sputtered and almost gagged at first. “Easy, easy, start slow. Imagine it’s my finger in your mouth. Take your time,” Joe coaxed his sister to relax and lovingly suck on his dick. He was in no hurry to take things to any extremes. Joe had dated very few girls, but he’d had blowjobs before. They were never that good because they were given to him by teenage girls who barely understood the artform. He was enjoying this one more than any other because he felt like his sister was surrendering her innocence to him, and he was receiving more than just the head. “So, what is the goal you want to achieve by submitting to me? What am I fishing for in you?” Joe asked. He had heard Harlan’s comparison of fishing to how he handled his women. He wasn’t a fisherman himself, but he understood the metaphor pretty well. His sister wasn’t like Becky or Candy, and she would need an entirely different formula than they did to be controlled. Barbara continued to suck on his dick. Spit was dribbling down her chin, and she was embarrassed and unsure if that was supposed to happen while she gave him head. Her pussy was incredibly wet as well, and she wasn’t even touching herself. She answered his questions in between licks and slurps. She told her brother she didn’t want to be so shy, reserved, judgmental, or small-minded anymore. Barbara looked very much like her mother. They both had blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. They both seemed temperate and good-natured. Barbara’s mother was the epitome of uptight, though. She was reserved and incredibly judgmental. Barbara’s mom was one of the primary reasons Barbara had never allowed herself to experiment with her own sexuality beyond masturbating in the bathtub. She was also the reason Barbara felt so guilty every time she did. Good girls simply wouldn’t do something like that to themselves – at least that is what her mother would have said. Barbara thought more about what she wanted out of this new relationship with her brother. While slowly jacking her brother’s cock, she said she wanted to be more giving, forgiving, and accepting of others. She also wanted to learn to better express herself and be more confident like Becky. “I am sure Becky wouldn’t agree that you should be more like her,” her brother chuckled. “You are incredibly beautiful, sis. The fact that you are shy has been a choice of yours. You could be the most popular school if you wanted,” Joe meant that from the bottom of his heart. “Thank you, Sir” Barbara took a breath then slurped his cock. She had her hands around his dick and cupping his hairy balls. They felt so strange and squeezable in her hands. She wanted to be delicate with them, but she also wanted him to try being rough with her. She had no explanation for why she was feeling what she was feeling. “I don’t think I can simply push a button and be popular and outgoing any more than Becky can do the same and be a prude like me, Sir,” Barbara observed. “Well, you aren’t a prude any longer because you are sucking my Johnson!” Joe reminded her. Barbara smiled and laughed a little. “That’s true, Sir. Do you like it?” she asked. “Don’t ask me questions like that, Barbara. If I don’t like what you are doing I will correct you,” Joe assured her. Barbara’s entire spine tingled with apprehension and pleasure when he said that. Those were the exact right words at the moment for this situation. “I think you should have a new name for me when we are alone like this. Barbara is my old name for when I am a good girl who plays by the rules. I need a new name for when I play by your rules, Sir,” she said teasingly then kissed the base of his cock near his nuts. “I will have to think about that,” Joe didn’t have all of the answers yet. “Are you sure you want to do this with me? Once you start, you may not like what I make you do,” he assured her. Barbara admitted she was shocked and offended by what she’d seen tonight at Dylan’s house, but at the same time, highly aroused and guilty for feeling that way. Joe felt the same way she did about that. She said that the girls didn’t always like what they were made to do, but it was what they’d signed up for. She asked him if there could be limits and boundaries to her rules. “Already thinking of ways to back out if you don’t like what I make you do, Sis?” Joe was careful not to call her Barbara again. He liked it that his sister behaved so submissively, and he didn’t want to kill the mood. “No, not that. I mean, I don’t know. I just think we should have a clear set of rules, which means there should be boundaries. You can’t just order me to run naked through the trailer park,” she joked. Joe felt her gentle laughter play across the base of his dick, and he loved it. “I would never do that!” Joe insisted. “Good, but if you order me to do it, you will put me in a position to say no to you, Sir. I don’t want to have to do that. Do you think Becky or Candy would tell Harlan no if he told them to jog through the trailer park nude and show their tits to everyone?” she asked him. She was rapidly learning how to play his cock like a musical instrument and she was enjoying it tremendously. She was giving pleasure without taking any for herself, and that gave her a secret pleasure that was different than she got from masturbation. There was something intimately powerful about the feeling of giving herself to a man that she couldn’t describe or even fully understand yet. “I think they would tell him to go to hell and ask what was in it for them,” Joe theorized. “I suppose in this shit-hole trailer park no one would probably mind,” he laughed. The trailer park was run-down and filled with trashy people. Joe secretly suspected his own family had fallen on hard times and tried to make a new start here. He’d never told anyone, not even Barbara. His father hadn’t confirmed it, but he was acting differently lately. Joe had a hunch that everything wasn’t perfect for his parents, and they were struggling to provide the lifestyle they thought their kids deserved. He’d certainly never admitted to his father that he knew something was up. Their home might be all their father could afford at the moment here, but it was still a comparative mansion and a far cry from where they’d lived before with the way property prices had been in the suburbs of Chicago. “I think that the only way I’m going to understand how to submit myself is to be put in Becky’s position. I can’t understand what she gets out of it without doing what she does, Sir,” Barbara blew on his cock. “It’s called a blowjob, but you don’t blow air on the dick,” Joe assured her. “Oh, sorry, Sir. I thought that might feel good,” Barbara was simply trying a new thing to see how he’d react. She went back to what worked earlier - lovingly kissing his dick. “So, you want me to make you pop your pussy and wink your asshole at the dinner table?” Joe asked. He loved what his sister was doing now. He wished she could deep throat, but this was great. He wasn’t anywhere close to an orgasm. His sister on her knees with his cock in her mouth was still the perfect, and perhaps only, way he could take this conversation seriously. “No, of course not, Sir!” Barbara knew her parents would never permit that kind of a spectacle in the house anyway. She explained that while she wanted to experience what Becky was doing, she needed training wheels. That is where clearly defined expectations would come in. Barbara was an honors student who was incredibly organized. She was class treasurer for her Sophomore class back in Chicago simply because everyone knew she was also the most organized student, and no one else wanted the job. She had a very methodical and analytical mind. She made Joe aware that she could obey clear rules, but vague ones that were just, ‘Do whatever I tell you,’ would only lead to confusion and misunderstandings. “If we are going to really do this, then we are going to do it right,” Joe assured her. He felt he was getting closer to orgasm. “I don’t want an unthinking robot who mindlessly does whatever I say.” That offer appealed to Barbara. She knew her brother would help her blossom and embrace this new emerging desire in her – or at the very least allow her to understand what it was she was feeling. “What happens if you get a boyfriend or change your mind about this?” Joe asked skeptically. “You could get a girlfriend and lose interest in me too, Sir!” Barbara reminded him and let her lips flutter along the base of his shaft. She saw when Joe’s eye lit up, that it was a trigger for him. She didn’t overdo that technique but she was delighted she could press his buttons with her playful technique. “No. If we are doing this, I am going to focus on straightening you out and overcoming your shortcomings. I will be your coach and trainer,” Joe assured her. He played sports. The best analogy he had for personal development was a physical and mental coach to train her to become her ideal. Barbara hadn’t thought about a long term commitment when she brought any of this up. It was all new to her, and she had frankly been surprised Joe would be on board with fulfilling her request to live a fantasy with him in private. So many questions began to race through her mind, and she started to overthink the offer. She wondered if she would still feel this way about doing this with Joe in the morning. He might get cold feet and change his mind. Barbara contemplated the possibility that someone might find out about them. She wondered how scandalous that would be and if that might only further cement their relationship or destroy it. She wondered how her parents would process it. She told her brother that she did not have the answer to that question. They would have to stipulate in their rules how they would deal with it if either one of them decided to stop. “I don’t think it should be easy to just quit,” Joe assured her. “Then don’t make it easy for me to just quit, Sir,” Barbara suggested with confidence. She was growing increasingly more aggressive about fitting his hard dick in her mouth. She let the tip play at the top of her throat along her tonsils, even though it made her gag a little. Joe was soon ready to cum. He cradled his sister’s head and guided her open and willing mouth back and forth on his cock at a medium pace. “You will have to accept me as your Lord and Master,” Joe said as he tilted his head back and shut his eyes. “Mmmhhhhmmmm,” Barbara agreed. She let her head be guided along the shaft. “You will have to do things that you are uncomfortable doing simply because I told you to do them,” Joe assured her. “Mmmhhhhmmmm,” she again agreed. “Obey me, Without question?” Joe wanted to be certain that his sister understood just what she was agreeing to do for him. “MMMM!! NNnnnnn!!!!” Barbara clearly refused that last stipulation. Joe permitted his sister to take a deep breath and explain why she wouldn’t. “I will obey whatever we agree are the rules, but I will question, Sir. If I don’t, I won’t understand what you want me to learn and how far you want me to go,” she looked up him with uncertain eyes. The moonlight twinkled in the blue pools of her eyes, and they looked so soft and desirable. “Good answer,” Joe tapped her on the nose and pushed her head down on his cock again. “You will get new rules once the training wheels are removed. You will know why and get to agree to them, but I will be the one to make these rules. I will own you, Sis!” he assured her. The phrase “I will own you, Sis,” was forever etched into his sister’s mind. Not just because it was the moment her brother’s hot spunk was released into her throat but because it brought new chills to her spine. The reality of all of this talk had dawned on her. She had committed to do this, and it wasn’t just a game or a fantasy when he said those words. The timing of his spunk served to make it feel official – like it symbolized her willingness to become someone’s possession and be owned. She would be valued, but she would be forced to submit, and that made her feel unbound joy. She would forever associate the taste of that first cum blast with the feeling of being newly owned from that moment on. It was incredibly special, but it was short-lived. Somehow she had put one hand under her blouse and began fingering her nipples. Her pussy was dripping wet, and her jeans were soaked. Her brother’s pants were around his ankles. They heard voices. Someone was coming down the dark road toward them. They were behind a tree, but in this position, they might be seen. They froze in position. Joe’s buttocks tightened up as he panicked a little. He didn’t want to be caught by a total stranger with his pants down and his dick in his sister’s mouth. The voices were familiar. He distinctly heard the cackle of Candy followed by the taunting of Becky. He couldn’t hear what they were saying to one another or tell if anyone else was with them. They only had a minute or so before the pair of sluts might come down the road. They dressed quickly and hid in the bushes then waited in the dark. Chapter 5 Joe gave his sister an encouraging smile as if to say, ‘there are times when caution is best.’ Barbara knew exactly what that look meant and stayed as quiet as possible. From their hiding spot in the bushes, they finally saw two shadows making their way down the street, but the shadows weren’t those caused by two people walking. As if he knew Barbara was about to make a sound, he covered her mouth with his hand just before she squeaked in surprise. Becky was just in front of Candy, but neither was walking. It had been what had produced the weird shadows. Their feet led the way, but that was the only normal part. The rest was like something out of a B-grade movie. Both girls were naked, and they were on their hands and feet like animals, but even that was an understatement. Both girls were looking towards the sky, for the most part, bellies up. They were carefully making their way along the street in a sort of reverse crabwalk, only leaning their heads forward so they could ensure they stayed on track. Both girls had something stuck either in their butts or their pussies, Barbara couldn’t tell which, especially in the dim light. Becky spoke to Crystal as they drew close. She was shocked by their behavior even though she had just left their house. It was dark on the road, but anyone could have walked out of their trailers, or a car might have passed by suddenly. The fact that she and her brother may have been caught hiding behind the tree was enough to get Barbara’s juices pumping. This was an altogether next level risk, and neither girl seemed to sweat the possibility of being exposed this way. The way they waddled with their bellies facing upward toward the moon was impressive to Joe. Candy’s natural tits jiggled like two jelly-filled sacks on her chest. It was her plump belly with her oversized extended belly button that drew his eye. Becky also looked so hot. Her long blonde hair was trailing under her. Joe could see her nipples were hard from where he was hiding, thirty feet away! “I give you a head start because you are pregnant. Now I am ahead of you!” Becky taunted her aunt, “Ready to give it up yet?” “Pity is for the weak, Beck! The bet was to the stop sign. I’m just drafting you like they do in Nascar!” Candy replied confidently. “That’s football, dumbass, and no one’s picking you anyway!” “No, I mean, I’m staying out of the wind by following you, smarty pants!” “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not wearing pants, and YOU’RE the one who’s going to feast on my stinky carrot when I win! Why’d you have to bet you could crawl upside down like this anyway? It would have been a hundred times easier to crawl on our hands and knees,” Becky complained. “And get road rash on my tits and belly? No thanks! Besides, my feet are better suited to all the rocks and shit on this road. It would have been a knee-killer for sure!” Candy panted. It was clear she was on her last legs in this unexpected and unusual race. “Just give it up, slut, and admit that anything you can do, I can do better!” Becky gloated. “That will be the day, cunt muffin!” the girls continued on into the darkness past the trailers where Joe and Barbara had hidden. “Are you going to make me do THAT?” Barbara asked her brother with a broad grin on her face. What those two sluts had done was so spectacularly over the top that both Joe and Barbara couldn’t stop grinning about how hilarious it was to witness. “I am not going to MAKE you do anything. I don’t MAKE monkeys, I train them,” Joe reminded her of something Harlan said earlier in response to one of their questions. “Well, let’s say I refuse an order? What will you do, Sir?” Barbara was pie-eyed as she considered all the what-if scenarios that might happen if she committed herself to her brother’s instructions. He said that would depend on the situation and the number of times she had refused. Joe hadn’t had time to consider all the possible variables to give her an exact answer. The vagueness of his response made Barbara’s stomach quiver nervously. It was scary not to have an answer. She wanted Joe to have a plan, and despite it being unrealistic, he could have thought of one so quickly she could have it right now. It was the unknowns that were giving her the most fear about whether or not she had made a tremendous mistake asking Joe to start this with her. Joe could tell his sister was uneasy. He knew her better than anyone. They’d grown up together through thick and thin. He’d always looked out for his little sister. His sister was smarter than him when it came to books, but Joe was calm and confident. He assured his sister that if he gave her an answer without thinking about it, she wouldn’t like it. “How do you know, Sir?” Barbara asked playfully. Her eyes twinkled when she smiled like that, and Joe liked that expression on his sister’s face. He’d never thought about her as a sexual person before. She’d always been his pretty sister, but he never thought about her as a woman with desires and sexual needs. It was just something he didn’t think about. That had changed after that incredible blowjob she gave him. He was seeing his sister in a new light, and she was seeing him the same way. Joe told her that she craved stability and a plan. He assured her he would give her one but that he didn’t want to throw up some half thought out strategy only to have to change it all. Barbara appreciated his honesty and thanked him. She apologized for being so antsy but reiterated that she was dying to know what he WANTED her to do. “It may help to know what you are thinking the rules should be, Sir,” she teased. In a way, she was topping from the bottom. The two of them were so new to BDSM that they had no idea what that term meant. It meant that the submissive was trying to assert some authority over the dominant. In another way, they were collaborating partners in establishing the boundaries to living out their mutual fantasy. Barbara offered to write out the rules and keep them organized if he would tell her his thoughts. The two of them went in the opposite direction that Candy and Becky were going once they were positive the girls were far enough away that the two of them wouldn’t be noticed. They laughed a lot about what they saw. “You even asked if Harlan would make them go outside naked!” Joe chuckled. “He doesn’t MAKE monkeys, he just trains them,” they both said simultaneously. It was obvious the girls had concocted that bet themselves, and Harlan was something of a referee. “Will you be making little bets with me as we go, Sir?” Barbara asked. She frequently forgot to call him Sir, but she always remembered when it was time to ask him a question. “I am not sure what we’d bet on. I own you, remember? What have you got to offer me that I don’t already possess?” Joe asked. Barbara acknowledged he had a point. “You could offer me a treat – something you don’t normally let me have, Sir,” she suggested. “Yes, or I could make you do something that is outside of the normal rules just once – if you lose a bet?” Joe asked. Barbara didn’t have to answer the question. She thought that was fair. “We could bet for time?” Barbara suggested. “Time?” Joe didn’t understand what his sister was suggesting. “You know, like I have to become your slave for four extra hours that day or something?” She suggested sheepishly. Barbara was blushing from ear to ear for being so forward with her suggestion. “Oh no, you are my slave 24 hours a day,” Joe patted his sister on the butt while they walked. It felt good to him to just pat her on the butt because he felt like it. The thought would never have occurred to him to do that before tonight, but now it seemed almost natural. Barbara didn’t stop him or complain - she smiled. “Okay, that is true, Sir, but like there is Barbara time when I have to be a good girl around school and my parents. Then there is naughty time when I am whatever pet name you come up with for me. I could offer you more of that time if I lose the bet?” She suggested. Joe hadn’t thought about how much time she’d spend as his slave like that. When she first suggested the idea, he assumed she meant she’d obey him all the time. He told her that, and even as he said it, he realized that may work in a fantasy scenario, but in reality, they would need to be discreet. His parents would probably flip out. “You don’t want to be shy, reserved, judgmental, or small-minded. That means you have to change outwardly. If no one notices you’ve changed for the better, then I am not doing my job,” Joe smiled at her. Barbara nodded and acknowledged that was the goal. It was just so frightening to think of going completely into the deep end and living as her brother’s possession openly. It seemed to the two of them that they were at an impasse – reality may make their fantasy no longer a possibility. “Here is my deal with you. You have to obey 24 hours a day. There is no off-time for you to backtrack. I’ve seen how Becky acts at school. She is totally different. She acts tough and doesn’t take any shit from anyone. She was downright bubbly and goofy tonight, though!” Joe started. Barbara was apprehensive but continued to listen to her brother’s idea. “You will have general rules. These rules are effective at ALL times and no exceptions other than one. If someone notices and COMPLAINS, I will suspend the rule either permanently or temporarily in that situation,” Joe said. Barbara wasn’t sure what he meant, so she asked for an example. “If I tell you to wear something sexy and someone complains about what you have on, I may let you put on something a little more like what you USED to wear,” Joe explained. “Oh? I am getting a whole new wardrobe, Sir?” Barbara seemed delightfully amused by his example. “You are getting a whole new you. How you dress and act will be a big part of that, are you ready for that, Sis?” he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she assured her brother. Hearing herself agree out loud made it seem more official in her mind. She could still taste his semen on her breath, and she wanted more. “Are you ready again?” she asked him as she tapped his cock through his jeans. “Never touch me without my permission again!” Joe held up a finger sternly. Barbara immediately backed down, but she felt strangely turned on by his refusal to let her choose when to touch him. She would never have been so forward with another boy. “So, what do I do when it is not general time, Sir?” Barbara asked as the two walked toward their trailer. “That is pet time, and I am still deciding what the protocol will be and when you must adopt the extra rules. All your general rules will still apply – this will just be even more rules. I will inform you what the rules will be tomorrow and let you review them before you commit to them. I can tell you that you will call me Sir or Master and never by my first name. You will also not touch yourself or me without my permission!” he assured her that would be a rule. “I am your pet now, am I? I thought I was your possession, Sir?” she asked him playfully. Joe responded by giving her a hard tap on her juicy little ass. “You are my pet and my possession,” he said, then he patted his sister’s head patronizingly. She barked a couple times enthusiastically like a happy puppy with a warm smile on her face. “If I can’t touch myself, then what if I have to itch my nose, Master?” Barbara tried out the word Master for the first time. It sounded very unnatural to her. She felt like she was Barbara Eden on I Dream of Jeanie talking to Major Nelson. “I own your nose. I own your ass. I own your cock hole,” Joe said quite possessively. “You will ask me permission to use MY things. That includes what used to be YOUR things, and you will do so politely!” he said. “Yes sir!” she said with a candid grin that suggested she was delighted that he was taking this so seriously. She was uneasy at first when she brought it up but now that it was out in the open between them, there felt like there could be no going back on what was promised. “Will I still be going with Dylan to homecoming, Sir?” Barbara changed the subject. “Yeah, why wouldn’t you?” Joe seemed surprised she would ask. “I am your property. It is up to you, Sir”, she offered sweetly. She didn’t want to stand Dylan up, but she had very little interest in pursuing a relationship at this point. Joe hadn’t given his sister’s social life, much thought. “It’s too late to stand him up, and Dylan is a stand-up guy. You will tell him he has to ask me to date you in the future,” Joe decided. Barbara would have hated it if her brother told her she couldn’t date Dylan before tonight. Her father had forbidden her from dating in Chicago. She had been a very dutiful and obedient daughter and had agreed. It meant that her boyfriends had very limited times that they could ever see her alone, and it was one of the reasons she had never gone all the way. Joe was very protective of his little sister, and he would have liked to be able to forbid her from seeing any of those guys back in Chicago too. Many of them were friends of his. Now that she was his pet and plaything, his protectiveness took on a new dimension. He owned her, so it was only natural that anyone would have to ask his permission to go out with her. “Are we going to tell Dylan about our arrangement, Sir?” Barbara asked coyly. She wasn’t sure who was going to find out about the changes she was going to be making. She knew she’d have to change her behavior, but she wasn’t sure if anyone would ever discover that it was her brother who was pulling her strings. “Why wouldn’t we? He bosses his little sister around, doesn’t he?” Joe shrugged. “Not at school, Sir. I’ve seen her call him all sorts of naughty names,” she admitted. “What names?” Joe asked. “You know the kind of names, Sir,” Barbara may have just sucked her first cock but talking dirty was not in her wheelhouse. She seldom cussed and never around her parents. “I want to hear you say them, slut. You are my slut, and you will talk like a slut,” Joe insisted. “Cock sucker, Dumb shit, Turd Biter, Gaylord, Motherfucker and Shit-Talking Redneck Dipshit, Master,” Barbara rattled off the profanity in the sweetest, most innocent voice of a perfect angel. It sounded so wrong coming out of his sister’s mouth, but Joe’s dick throbbed a little when he heard her talk nasty. “She said all that to just her brother?” Joe seemed shocked. He’d heard Becky talk some shit to people, but he hadn’t paid attention to all of it. “That’s just the ones I overheard, Master,” Barbara said. The word Master sounded a little more natural when she said it a third time. Joe didn’t seem to tire of her calling him Master or Sir. He enjoyed it. They only had a few more feet to go before they reached the gate to their new home, or ‘mansion’ as Becky had called it. They’d both smiled at that reference. It was a truly middle-class home, not a mansion at all. Their mother had been SO disappointed when she’d first seen it, but their dad had insisted he was going to be relatable to the ‘common folk’ as he called regular people and had told their mother to suck it up. At least it had a pool! “Can I ask which you like better? Becky or his aunt Candy, Sir?” Barbara changed the subject again. “Oh? You sound a little jealous there, sis,” Joe raised his eyebrows in mock surprise that he was being asked that question. “It doesn’t seem fair that you won’t have a date for the dance, and I will, Master. I was thinking you might want to ask Becky to the Homecoming, Sir? But if you liked Candy more...” Barbara truly was coming out of her shell. She seemed a little jealous, and she was being more than inquisitive about her brother’s preferences. “They both have nice pussies,” Joe admitted as he thought about her question. “Candy is like ten years older than me and seven months pregnant,” he shrugged. “That doesn’t answer the question though, Master,” Barbara reminded him with an impish twinkle in her eye while repeating the word pussy in her head over and over. Her brother had casually compared two women’s pussies right in front of her! “I would fuck both of them, but I feel like they’d rob me and leave me tied me up in the woods after we finished,” Joe admitted honestly. The lights were on at their house when they arrived. It was still reasonably early, even though it was dark outside. They wouldn’t be in trouble, but Barbara’s jeans were still lightly stained from when she got wet earlier. She tried to rub it off as they strolled up the front path. She got a little nervous and apprehensive as if her parents might realize what they had been up to. “Just relax, my pet! Come to my room after we say hello to mom and dad, and I’ll start your inspection and go over the commands I want you to commit to memory,” he said. Barbara’s blue eyes widened with adoration for her brother. The words he was using sounded so certain of himself and decisive. “Yes, Master,” she whispered as they walked onto their porch and to the ornate front door with its oval stained glass window. Maybe that’s why Becky thinks of it as a mansion, Joe wondered to himself. It WAS the most ostentatious feature of the otherwise fairly plain home. Barbara got lucky once they got inside. Their mother was in the kitchen baking, and she simply called out to them that they should have called if they were going to be late. “I worry, and it’s dark outside, Barbara. If you hadn’t been with your brother, I would have called the police already!” She assured them from the other room. She didn’t bother to come out and confront them, implicitly trusting that Joe would never let anything bad happen to his sister. Her lack of concern reminded Joe of her words when they’d first arrived, when she’d assured them both that the advantage of living in the country was that it was mercifully, still a place where no one needed to lock their doors. Joe found it funny that despite her assurances, their mother still treated Barbara like she was a ten year old unless she was with him and that only then did she act like she had absolutely nothing to worry about. He wondered if his mother would accept Barbara leaving the house with him in a short tight dress that showed off her legs if Joe proclaimed her to be appropriately dressed. He figured that would have to be one of his own initial goals. He’d never taken sides before when his mother had announced that Barbara couldn’t leave the house before changing into something more conservative. Even some of her long jeans, their mother had frowned at, as if trying to find fault with them for being ‘too tight’ or ‘too provocative.’ Joe’s mother would probably have dressed Barbara in a nun’s habit if their father hadn’t overridden her. At least their dad liked to see his daughter dressed like a normal teen even if he was as overprotective as their mother in other ways. Joe had never wondered what it had been like to be Barbara growing up. He’d just never had reasons to until now, but suddenly he realized that part of Barbara’s problem was their parents’ influence over her. Their mother wanted Barbara to be just like her, and their father thought no one was good enough to associate with her - except Joe. “Where’s dad?” Barbara asked, looking into the living room. She had positioned herself so her dad would only have seen her top half over the back of the couch. “He had to go back into the plant. Some emergency or other,” they both heard the disapproval in their mother’s voice. “Have you eaten already? I made pot roast, but I imagine you’ve already had something by now,” she added, having assumed Joe wouldn’t allow his sister to starve, and they hadn’t demanded dinner the moment they’d come in. Their younger siblings were upstairs in their rooms. Kevin was probably lost in a world of online video games, trolling forty-year-old men for their inability to play Fortnite properly. Ariel, or ‘Pinkerbell’ as she was affectionately known, was probably in her room playing with her barbies or writing fan letters to the members of One Direction. Their father had immediately nicknamed Ariel as Tinkerbell because she’d been so small as a newborn. When Ariel had learned to speak, she’d been unable to pronounce the ‘T’ in Tinkerbell and had proudly called herself Pinkerbell to anyone who would listen, totally ignoring her mother’s correction that her name was Ariel. The nickname had stuck with everyone except their mother and Joe. He still called her Ariel. Joe shrugged and grinned at Barbara. One less parent to worry about. They’d all admitted they liked the idea of their father being home more, but things had certainly changed in the last hour or two and now one less parent to worry about was a relief. “Yeah, we’ve already had something. Barbara even got dessert,” he chuckled, thinking of the load he’d fed her. “Hey mom? I’m going to help Barbara with some homework, okay? Do you mind keeping it down in there so we can concentrate?” He called into the kitchen, knowing his mother would find the humor in her own words being reflected back to her. He hoped his mom would take the hint and not disturb them too. Once in the relative safety of his room with the door safely locked, he turned to Barbara. “Okay, sis, inspection time!” Joe had been looking forward to this since his sister’s amazing request. “What exactly IS an inspection?” Do I have to get on the floor and pretend to be your puppy? You liked that, didn’t you, Master?” She asked, already dropping to her knees. “No, not right now. I need to see what I’m working with. Take your clothes off!” Joe demanded. Barbara looked at the locked door as if imagining her mother coming through it at any moment anyway. “I thought we needed to have rules first, Sir?” She said it partly to stall, but partly because she needed rules. That and the fact that no one had seen her naked since she was a little girl playing under the sprinklers, too young to worry about being naked. Joe wanted to tell her that she’d seen him, so it was only fair that she showed him herself too. Instead, he took a different tack. “You’ll never get over your shyness if you can’t even stand to show your owner what you look like naked, now can you?” He asked condescendingly. “Anyway, how can I come up with rules before I know what I’m working with? That’s like saying there has to be lots of backseat room when you’re car shopping, and you get there, and they only sell sports cars. Come on, strip! I’m going to spank your bottom once for every second it takes you!” He threatened with a smile. Barbara’s eyes got large. “Will you really spank me,” she asked, reaching for her top to peel it off. It was the first time Joe had actually told her he’d be disciplining her, and she felt a tingle go down her spine right to her hoo-ha. “Of course! A liberal application of pain will remind you that you have goals to meet. You’ve already said you plan to refuse me sometimes, so of course, there has to be consequences. If I’m not pushing you, you won’t change. If I don’t punish you, there’s no reason you won’t pick and choose when to obey me,” he laughed as if she had asked a ridiculous question. Barbara had asked because she wanted to hear him say it. Then she couldn’t help herself from asking, “how often will I be spanked? Her words sounded breathless to her own ears. She wasn’t sure if she wanted her brother to know just yet how excited the idea made her. Not the pain, of course. She didn’t like pain, but being taken to task and put over Joe’s knee for things she’d always taken for granted in the past. Her sweet little pussy got damp, just imagining it. She was now standing in front of her brother wearing her hello kitty panties and plain white bra. She was suddenly glad she wasn’t wearing her padded bra today. Her mother had purchased it for her but then made her wear baggy sweaters over the top so that her lady bumps weren’t too obvious. Her mother’s contradictions had long since ceased being a source of consternation to her. She just did as she was told. But now she was facing her brother - an actual man - in just her underwear, feeling totally vulnerable and at the same time, very turned on as she drank in the situation as much as Joe was doing with her barely covered body. “Clock’s still ticking, sis,” he reminded her after a few seconds of contemplation. “You want me to ... you know, go all the way?” She asked breathlessly. “You’re not naked yet, and I did stipulate you show me what you look like naked, remember? By my count, you’re already up to thirty spanks!” Barbara slipped her panties down and off then, with practiced precision, had her bra removed before she could even stop to think about it. Still, her hands found their way to cover the good stuff as if by themselves. “New rule. No covering the goods, sis. This is NOT the time to be shy! Hands at your sides, feet apart. Back straight and tits out!” He ordered. For a moment, Barbara thought he was making fun of her, telling her to stick her boobs out. She had always been more self-conscious of her bust than any other part of her body. She was barely a B-cup. Becky had massive titties compared with her. Then it occurred to her that Joe really did just want a good look. She’d seen herself nude countless times in the mirror but only alone in her room. This was the first time a male had seen her naked. Her sex throbbed as she adopted the stance Joe had ordered. Part of her hoped Joe would strip too. She wanted to see him naked just as much as he seemed to enjoy looking at her. Maybe he’d order her to suck his thing again? Maybe he’d want to put it in her pussy? She absolutely melted at the thought of her brother, slipping it into her cunt. She melted more, just thinking the dirty word for a woman’s vagina in her head. If her mother had known, she would have had her mouth washed out with soap for even thinking the naughty word. She desperately needed to have a shower and use the spray wand, but Joe had already told her she couldn’t touch herself. Was showering going to be a loophole, she wondered. “Next rule. No panties or bras in the house. If I have to, I’ll make a stink about it when mom or dad say something about you being braless. The house is supposed to be a place of refuge from having to torture your tits with tight bondage. I think there are medical conditions that are caused by too much chest constriction for prolonged periods, and anyway, if there’s bondage to be done, it’ll be ME that does it!” He laughed. “Just say your boobs are getting bigger, but you don’t want to trouble mom for new bras just yet. She’ll love that you’re thinking about saving money.” “Tell me what rules we have so far,” Joe insisted she list off the rules they had implemented so far, mostly to remind him of what they were and inspire him to add more. His sister summarized the general rules that would be consistent all of the time. Many of them were inspired by their trip to Dylan Simmon’s trailer. She would need to change her lifestyle and behavior and become more outgoing, bubbly, and slutty. The “Pet Mode” was still fairly open-ended and ill-defined. He would be giving her a pet name and challenging her to behave submissively. His mind was spinning with the possibilities. He desperately wanted to read about BDSM relationships online to help guide him. He also wanted to put his own spin on what he felt his sister was asking for and what she really needed. Joe knew that he was pretty vanilla, and his rules would be tame compared to the rules Barbara and her family lived by, but he didn’t care. He was looking at his naked sister, and in moments, he’d be giving her forty-five swats on her unprotected bottom. He just didn’t know if that’d be before or after he took a good long look at her pussy and asshole. Even the girlfriends he’d had sex with had hid their bottom holes from his gaze.

The Club by Story Guy Chapter 11 The mood seemed to change after the big event that just happened. Instead of staying as a group, they all seemed to go their separate ways, some paired off and talked, some went swimming. Mark was in the water and noticed Meg and Gail off to the side talking. After a while they parted and Meg went into the water and approached Mark. "Did you like it?" Meg asked. "Yeah... I guess," Mark replied, not sure what he should say. Meg went quiet for a while, but stayed in front of Mark. "Um... Gail needs a favor," she began, and then paused. "She's going to do it next time, and... ah... she doesn't want her first time in front of everyone. She asked me to ask you if you could do her first... Just the two of you there... Like maybe this afternoon?" Mark was surprised at the request and, while he was definitely interested, didn't quite know what he should say. "Um... OK... Where?" "Maybe where we did stuff? ...like along that trail on the way home? I told her I'd keep watch in case someone came along. You know, that grassy spot," Meg rambled. "OK," Mark replied, trying to mask his excitement. "Good! I'll go tell her. Rita is going over Sue's house anyway, so we can all just walk home together, the three of us. No one will suspect anything," Meg grinned as she turned and went over to Gail again. After the two whispered to each other a bit, they walked over to their clothes. Mark looked up and Meg signaled him to come. In a voice loud enough for all to hear, Meg said to Mark, "Mom wants me to do some stuff at home this afternoon so we should be going. Rita is going over to Sue's, so OK if Gail walks with us?" Mark smiled as he walked out of the water, answering, "OK." They quickly dressed and, after saying their goodbyes, left. When they started out, Meg and Gail talked softly with one another, ignoring Mark, but finally Gail spoke to him. "Thanks, Mark. I'm a little nervous, but glad it will be with you." Mark had no idea what to say, so just smiled. "This is the place. The grassy spot is over there, but I guess Mark can show you. I'll go with you, but stay away from you. I don't want to be seen just standing in the path. I promise I won't look," Meg announced nervously. No one said anything, but Mark turned off the path with Gail and headed into the woods. Meg followed them, but stopped at a big rock. "I'll wait here," she mumbled. As the other two continued on, Meg sat on the rock. A few moments later she glanced over her shoulder. She could see where they were, but couldn't really see them. She did notice another rock though. It looked like, if she moved to it, she'd be able to see them better. Mark and Gail walked through a few trees to the center of what was a little tree grove. "This is it," he mumbled as he turned toward Gail. "It's nice," Gail responded nervously, then paused. Mark was just standing there. Not knowing what else to do, Gail hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pushed down, her shorts and panties puddling at her ankles. "I guess I should get ready..." she mumbled as she did it. Mark, seeing what she did, also dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Meg glanced over her shoulder again and saw her brother and Gail both drop their pants. She knew she shouldn't be watching, but couldn't stop herself. As silently as she could, she slid off the rock she was on and slowly crept over to the other rock. At first she just sat, but then glanced again. This time, through the trees, she could see both clearly. She rationalized that because she was looking through a tree next to her, they wouldn't be able to see her watching... she hoped. Gail sat down on the grass, her top still on. She looked up at Mark standing there with his very obvious cock pointing skyward. She liked seeing it, but was scared of what was going to happen. Taking a deep breath trying to calm herself, Gail lay down on her back and, blushing as she did, parted her legs a little. "I guess it's time..." She expected Mark to get between her legs, even though there really wasn't enough room, but he surprised her by kneeling next to her. Slowly he reached out and put his hand on her pussy. From playing around with Meg, he knew what she liked and tried to do the same with Gail. As he rubbed her slowly, Gail began to relax a little. "That feels good," she murmured. Meg was mesmerized by the couple a few yards away from her. Her "just glancing" had become "intently watching". It began to have an affect on her. She could feel her own pussy begin to get wet. Meg looked around, assuring herself no one was near them, then slipped her hand into her panties. She needed some relief. As she continued to watch and as she continued to rub, her arousal became more intense. After another quick glance around, she pushed her shorts and panties down and off one foot. Her legs parted, giving her more room. Mark could tell Gail was now ready by the slight movement of her hips and the wetness of her pussy. Without saying anything he slowly eased himself between her legs. Gail was getting turned on, but still very nervous. She had begun to relax some as he rubbed. Now, as he moved between her slightly parted legs, her nerves again went on edge. She opened her legs more giving him room. It was going to happen sooner or later and she felt better with Mark and alone with him instead of possibly Ron and an audience watching her was better too. Mark looked into her eyes. "Ready?" Gail nodded. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her and stretched out his legs. Gail bent her knees and opened her legs more for him. Now was the time... Meg turned around to watch better completely abandoning her job of being a lookout. Her view into the grove couldn't be better. Gail's feet were toward her and Meg could clearly see her brother's hand rubbing Gail's pussy. If only he was rubbing hers... Mark suddenly stopped and Gail's legs parted more as he crawled between them. It blocked her view temporarily, but when he went down on top of her, his legs parted a bit as well. Meg could now see his balls hanging between his legs, the crack of Gail's ass, and knew what would happen next. Meg jammed her finger into her pussy, clinching her lips as she did to stop from making any noise that might give her away. Mark's hips began moving and his ass clinched and relaxed as he began pushing in and pulling back. Meg wondered if he was fucking her now. Gail felt Mark's cock slide up and down her slit, but it wasn't going in. As afraid as she was, she also wanted him to enter her. As he slid forward, she rotated her hips and felt him start in. "Easy..." she muttered. Mark didn't go easy, but didn't slam in either. Gail felt him ease in. She had intentionally broken her hymen about a week ago knowing this would happen. His cock didn't really hurt, but it felt huge going into her, making her gasp. "You OK?" Mark whispered. "You're big," was all Gail could manage to get out. After pausing for a moment as Mark remained still, Gail was able to gather her thoughts. "I'm OK... You can fuck me," she smiled. Mark didn't need the encouragement. Meg watched wide eyed as Mark's short jerky movements transformed into a slow push. As he pushed, Gail's knees pulled up. Meg knew he was in her and she became even more excited. Her legs splayed vulgarly as her finger pushed into her and began pumping in rhythm with Mark's hips as she imagined his cock going into her. Mark suddenly pushed hard into Gail. At the same time Meg's hand almost vibrated as she rubbed her clit with her finger pushed into her drooling pussy. She felt her body finally explode as her eyes closed. Finally relief. Meg wasn't sure how long her climax lasted, but her eyes opened in time to see Mark roll off of Gail. The two remained motionless, on their backs, with their legs still parted. Meg could see Mark's once stiff dick now laying limply between his legs. His cum was starting to drool from Gail's pussy. Meg's hand began to move, being stimulated by the sight if the couple a short distance away. They began to stir though. She was supposed to be watching for people and didn't want to be caught. She reached for her shorts at her ankle, but realized they and her panties had fallen off. She jumped off the rock scrambling for them. Gail and Mark started to sit up. Meg saw her shorts and, in desperation, grabbed them and pulled them on without bothering with panties - no time to look. Mark and Gail were both pulling their clothes on when Meg spotted the missing panties. It was too late to put them on now, so instead she kicked them under the bushes. How could she explain pulling off her shorts, putting her panties on, then pulling her shorts back on? She jumped as Gail, standing right behind her, said, "All done. Let's go." Chapter 12 The three walked for a few minutes together, but said nothing. Gail then announced she was at her departure point. After saying her goodbyes, she headed to her house, leaving Mark and Meg to continue on alone. Again there was silence as the two walked until Meg said she had to pee. "Watch for me?" she asked. Naturally Mark agreed and, after one final look around, Meg dropped her shorts and squatted. By this time having Mark right there seeing her was no big deal. "Where's your underwear?" Mark questioned. "Oh, shit!" Meg gasped. She had forgotten she had left her panties under a tree where they had stopped. "Um... I'm not wearing any." "I can see that, but you were. Where are they? I saw you put them on when we left the cabin," continued Mark. Meg stood and pulled her shorts back up. "Um... Ah... Well, I kinda left them when we stopped. I... I kinda saw what you were doing and... um... I kinda got a little carried away, so... um... yeah. When you were finished and came out I didn't see them, so just put my shorts on." "You watched us?" accused Mark. "I wasn't going to, honest! I just... well... you're not mad at me are you?" Mark just stared at her. "I'm sorry... I know I shouldn't have. I'll make it up, honest! I'll do anything you want me to... anything," Meg blushed. "Anything?� Mark questioned. Meg nodded. "Give me your shorts then." Meg gasped. "You said anything, so take your shorts off and give them to me." Meg hesitated, then dropped her shorts, picked them up, and handed them to Mark. He took them. "OK, now what?" she asked, expecting sex to follow. "Now we go home, but you don't get your shorts back until we get there," Mark grinned. "Are you serious? I can't walk home naked!" Meg gasped. "Ask me to do something else. Someone might see me." "Nope. You said anything... but I'll give you back your shorts when we get home so you don't have to run through the yard with no pants on. Deal?" Mark offered. A smile came across Meg's face. "OK," she agreed feeling it might be fun to run around pantless. "...but you gotta watch for anyone coming!" They headed off down the trail again with Meg staying a bit behind Mark so she felt more "covered". It was only minutes when they heard voices. Meg ran off the trail and up the hill with Mark following her. "Give me my shorts!" she exclaimed. Mark ignored her and went beyond, to the top of the hill. He knelt behind a large rock and motioned for Meg. Meekly she went to him and then looked down the other side of the hill. At the base was a small stream. Several children, maybe between 7 or 8 and maybe 11 were playing in the stream, all wearing swim suits. Meg and Mark were going to leave until they noticed one of the boys walking in their direction. "Give me my shorts!" Meg whispered, fearing she would be seen, but the boy stopped about half way up the hill, but only a short distance from them, behind a low pine tree. A few moments later a girl came up the hill. Mark and Meg watched, realizing if they tried to leave they would surely be seen. "You're going to do it, right?" the boy asked. The girl nodded. "You take yours off first, then I will," the boy continued. "No, you go first," the girl countered. They bickered a bit before compromising. The girl, who was wearing a one piece, would drop the top first. The boy would then take his suit off, then the girl would take hers off. They both agreed to let the other look closely, but the boy couldn't touch. The girl would be able to though. Meg watched in fascination as the girl untied the knot at the back of her neck and then pealed her suit down, exposing what would soon be boobs. She stopped just below her chest and waited. The boys suit dropped, exposing his boy dick, and he stepped out of them. The girl paused for a moment until the boy reminded her that she had agreed. Slowly she pealed her suit down the rest of the way, dropping it to her feet, and exposing her bare pussy. As she was stepping out of her suit, the boy stated, "You first." The girl agreed, spread her suit on the ground, and then sitting on it, leaning back on her elbows, then opening her legs. The boy knelt between her legs and began to explore her girlness with his eyes. The girl showed no emotion, but stayed still as he looked at her. After a while he sat back up and the girl did too. He extended his legs in front of him and opened his legs. The girl leaned forward and her hand went between his legs. She looked and fondled him for a bit, then whispered, "We better get back. You go first. I'll stay here for a while so they don't know, then come down later." The boy stood, pulled his suit back on, then headed down the hill. The girl stayed, as expected, but didn't put her suit on, making Meg wonder why. Soon another boy came up the hill, but the girl didn't move. "Did you let him see?" the second boy asked. The girl nodded. "Thanks. He really wanted to see a girl, but we have no sister or anything, so... Did you say anything about us?" The girl shook her head. Meg's eyes widened as the boy's hand went to his suit and pushed it down, exposing a small, but still stiff cock. Even surprising Meg more, the girl leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs. "There going to do it!" Meg whispered to Mark. Meg was on all fours, but her attention was on the boy and girl down the hill. Mark pushed his pants down and positioned himself behind Meg. As the boy moved between the girl's legs and, judging from her gasp, entered her, Mark pushed forward. Megs head snapped around, but she smiled and then turned back to watch the boy and girl. As Mark pushed in, Meg pushed back against him. As Meg watched the young girl getting fucked, Mark's pace increased, slamming against her ass as his cock revenged her pussy. It wasn't long before Meg felt her fire burning. The boy and girl finished first and as he stood, Meg saw the cum ooze from her pussy. It was all she needed to set her explosion. As Meg climaxed, she felt Mark shoot into her. Mark stayed in Meg after he climaxed. She watched as the boy, now limp and markedly smaller, pulled on his swimsuit as the girl put hers on as well. The girl went straight down the hill while the boy walked a ways and then went down seemingly from a different place, to join the others. Mark finally had no choice but to pull out of Meg and pull his pants back up. Meg, as was her fate, began to have his cum drool down her leg. "Finally they're leaving," she muttered as the group of younger ones left the stream. After pausing an appropriate time, she whispered to Mark, "Go see if they're gone." Mark walked down the hill, looked around, them motioned to Meg. She carefully and slowly walked down the hill, looking around as she descended. Finally reassured they were alone, Meg kicked off her sneakers and waked in ankle deep into the stream. "Don't look," she blushed as she squatted in the water and washed the cum from her pussy. Mark chuckled. "OK, suit yourself. I'll meet you back at the barn," he laughed as he ran down the hill. "Wait!" Meg shouted to no avail. Mark was already out of sight. She nervously looked around. Here she was, alone and with no pants! Meg quickly put her sneakers back on and stealthily began making her way home. She was scared to death someone would see her, but strangely excited at the same time. Chapter 13 What would have normally taken about 15 minutes took Meg about a half hour to get home. She kept stopping, looking, then going further only to repeat again. She was furious with her brother for leaving her, but quickly calmed down. Her anger turned into excitement. About half way home she had even stopped, looked around, then took her top off so she was completely naked. Meg had reassured herself that no one was near, but had the strange hope someone would see her. As she neared the barn she put her top back on. Cautiously she crouched down and waited a minute or two, listening and looking to make sure she wouldn't be seen. Satisfied, Meg dashed the last short distance and into the back door of the barn. Suddenly conscious of her nudity she scurried up the ladder to the loft room. "I can't believe you left me like that!" she blurted as she scrambled into the room. What she saw stopped her. Before her was Mark, just standing in silence, but completely naked. His cock standing up straight. "You horny?" he asked in a soft voice. Meg could say nothing, but nodded. "Wanna get fucked?" Mark whispered as he walked up to her. Again she nodded. He took her hand and led her to a bale of hay in the center of the room. She hadn't even noticed it before. He had draped a blanket over it. "Bend over the bale," he told her. Without questioning, she did as he asked, parting her legs slightly as her belly rested on the hay. It made no sense, but she felt herself becoming more wet. "Front or back?" he mumbled. "Either," Meg heard herself answer. Normally, if given the choice, she'd say front every time, but after walking home naked, she felt somehow submissive. Being "vulnerable" and in danger of being seen naked had excited her. Now she just wanted to be taken. If he took her ass, even if it hurt, she'd like it. She lifter her ass slightly, tilted her hips, and widened her legs. She wanted him to see her sex; to be taken any way he wanted to take her. Meg's breath sucked in as a hand went between her legs. It came to rest flat against her pussy, but a finger pushed between the folds. Slowly the hand slid from her pussy to her ass crack, that same finger pressing down as it slid along her asshole. Mark sensed Meg push back as he pushed his finger at her asshole. Normally she would pull away slightly. "You are horny," he smiled. "Just do it," she blushed. It was embarrassing enough that she was that horny, but even worse her body was giving her away. "Do you want it to hurt?" he muttered. His finger pushed into her ass. She knew now he was going to take her there. His question not only surprised her, but shocked her. Her mind was wandering. She imagined herself in a crowded room with other people there. Her pants had been pulled down and she had been bent over something. Everyone could see her, both girls and boys. She knew the boys were going to fuck her. As frightening as that was, it excited her, but she couldn't tell Mark that. "Just do it," she repeated. Mark's finger pulled out of her ass and she felt him kneel behind her. She couldn't believe her body scooted back slightly as her legs parted more and she pushed out her ass. She wasn't supposed to do that, but her body didn't seem to know it. His cock run up and down her ass crack sending shivers up her spine. Meg yelped as Mark lunged forward slamming his belly into her ass and ramming his cock into her asshole. It hurt like hell, but she pushed back against him. He didn't give her time to adjust, but immediately began to pump into her. Tears formed in her eyes, but her ass started to pick up his rhythm, pushing back as he pushed forward; pulling away as he did. She knew he wouldn't last long enough to climax her, which she desperately needed, so her hand went to her pussy to "assist". Never had she done anything like that before. Even when she did masturbate, it was always in the dark, in her bed, with the blanket pulled up to her neck. As horny as she might get during the day, she always waited until she went to bed before pleasuring herself. It didn't seem to matter now. At least her ass had become accustomed to be being fucked and the pain was now gone. All that was left was the pleasure and with her fingers teasing her pussy, Meg felt her climax coming. Mark pushed in and stopped pumping. She felt his cock pulsating deep inside her and knew he was climaxing, which pushed her closer. Mark remained still, but it was her turn now. She was so close. Mark began to pull out of her. Instinctively her hips pushed her ass back attempting to keep him embedded, but he slipped out anyway. The sensation of him pulling out was enough to push her over the edge. She felt her explosion and her fingers increased their movements. After what seemed like an eternity Meg collapsed down on the bail. As her senses returned, Meg became aware of Mark's cum leaking from her ass. She was still belly down on the bale with her legs spread and knew Mark could see everything. It made her blush, but she still didn't have the strength to move. "Got that cloth so I can clean up?" she asked weakly. Mark had pulled out of Meg's ass after he had cum. It fascinated him that her ass stayed open at first, then slowly closed. He had never really "looked" at her like that and he couldn't help but stare. It almost made him wish his cock was still stiff so he could fuck her ass again. When she spoke, he came out of his trance. He looked around, saw the rag, picked it up shaking it off, and then tossed it to his sister. The rag landed in her back. Her face turned red as she reached for it and wiped the cum still leaking out of her ass. With her strength now returned, Meg stood up and turned to face Mark. He was still naked, but his once stiff soldier was now hanging limply between his legs. "Can I have my shorts now?" A grin came over Mark's face. "Sure. Here... but no panties for the rest of the day... and I'll be checking, deal? You still owe me for spying." "Checking? How?" asked Meg. "Easy! I look in your pants to see if you're wearing any," he laughed. "You can't! What if someone sees you doing it?" Meg gasped. "Don't worry; I'll be careful," reassured Mark. Meg thought for a moment. "Will you do it to? ...and let me check? It's only fair..." "Deal!" Mark announced as he tossed his underwear into a corner and stepped into his shorts. Meg smiled. It might prove to be a fun evening. When they walked in the house, their mother announced, "Supper will be ready in about a half hour. Go clean up. Mark, it's your turn to set the table." "OK," they replied in unison. "I'm going to take a quick shower," Meg added. With all the activities of the day, she knew she needed one now. Mark nonchalantly followed Meg into the bathroom and began to wash his hands. "Aren't you going to take a shower?" he asked, noticing Meg was just standing there. "Yes, but I can't undress while you're here, stupid," she snapped. "Me stupid? What's the big deal? We just had sex. It's not like I haven't seen you," he countered. "Someone might see," argued Meg. "Who do you think will see? The door is closed. Mom is in the kitchen downstairs cooking and Dad isn't home yet," he again countered. "I guess," Meg muttered as she pushed her shorts to the floor and reached for her top. "You just want to see me naked," she teased as she pulled her top off. "Yeah... and you like to show me," he grinned as his hand went between her legs. "You're already wet." "Am not!" she blushed even though he was right. His finger slipped easily inside her. "Not here; not now," she whispered, but didn't pull away. "You gotta wash your hands again," she blushed. "Remember, no underwear. I'll be checking," he reminded as he pulled his hand away. "I know," she kiddingly scowled. She then reached out and pulled the waistband of his shorts out from his belly and shoved her hand in, caressing his stiff cock. "I'll be checking you too... and I'm going to keep you hard all night," she laughed. Chapter 14 Mark and Meg made it through the meal acting seemingly normal, except each knew, or thought, the other was without underwear. After eating, their parents informed them they were going to the store and the two siblings were to do the dishes. Both protested, but only for affect, knowing their fate was already sealed. To ensure peace, their mother dictated that Meg would wash, Mark would dry, but both would clear the table. The two began clearing the table as their mother put away the leftover food. Meg was carrying a stack of plates to the sink as their mother finally left the kitchen. Mark snuck up behind Meg and, as she placed the dirty plates down on the counter, Mark yanked and her pants dropped down with the plates. Meg quickly reached for her shorts and pulled them up quickly and spun around to face Mark. "They're still here, stupid!" she quietly gasped. "Just checking," Mark grinned. The door closed as their parents left. Meg slowly brought her hand to Mark's waistband and pulled it away from his belly with one hand and slid her other hand inside, caressing his cock. "I see you're not wearing any either," she giggled. "You sure?" Mark smiled. Meg smiled as she pulled her hand out of Mark's shorts, but instead of turning away, she grabbed the top of his shorts and pushed down, dropping them to his feet. Immediately her hand went back to his cock. "I am now," she grinned. His hand went to her shorts. "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to push your shorts back down again," he grinned. This time, instead of snapping them down, he slowly pushed. Meg made no attempt to stop him. Her shorts fell, puddling at her ankles and his hand went between her legs. Doing dishes was the last thing on Meg's mind by this time and her legs parted giving him room. "Take your top off." "Why?" Meg asked instinctively, not really caring what his answer was. "I want to see your tits," Mark whispered, his hand still between her legs rubbing. Meg reluctantly released his treasure and grabbed the bottom of her top, lifting it over her head. "Wanna do it?" Mark muttered almost sounding out of breath. "Yeah, but I wanna do you," responded Meg. A questioning look came across Mark's face. "Lay down," Meg grinned as Mark complied. "Now open your legs," Meg continued. It felt strange to Mark to have his legs parted like that. "More," Meg ordered. Meg knelt down between Mark's outstretched legs. For a moment she just looked, admiring the sight. She then pushed her legs back, balanced above Mark so they were lined up, then took his cock in her hand. "Now I'm gonna do you," she muttered as she parted her legs slightly between his, aimed him, and lowered herself onto him. It was strangely different. Mark had fucked her before, he hadn't changed, his dick had been in her pussy, just like before, but doing it like this was still somehow different. Meg didn't feel like she was getting laid. Mark was somehow getting laid this time and she was doing it. It seemed to empower her. "How does it feel to get fucked? Like it?" Meg asked as she ground into his crotch. She didn't notice if he answered or not. Her hips were bouncing rapidly for a while and then she would grind into him again, trying to get her body to almost swallow him. Her pussy was on fire. She felt his cock twitch deep inside her. "No! Not yet. I'm not done yet," she snapped as she ignored his climax. His cum mixed with her juices making her even more slick. Strangely he stayed hard after he climaxed and she began pumping in earnest. She was in control this time, not him. She neared the edge of her cliff and began pumping even faster. Suddenly she was off, flying through the air. Her body began to control her movements, sometime almost vibrating, sometimes pushing into his crotch as hard as she could. Her climax seemed like it wouldn't stop, but just kept flowing. His cock was still hard inside her pussy and her body wouldn't quit. She reached down and pushed at his legs to make him open wider. Her legs closed increasing the sensations in her pussy. Again she exploded. Finally she could take no more and collapsed onto his chest. Her chest heaved trying to suck in more air. Her pussy felt like small firecrackers were going off inside it, but Meg didn't have the strength left to even move. Her body eventually settled. She felt his cock fall out of her pussy followed by his cum dripping out. It suddenly dawned on her that they were on the kitchen floor, the dishes weren't done, and their parents could walk in at any moment. She quickly stood and threw on her tee and shorts. "Hurry and help me do the dishes before Mom and Dad get home!" she blurted. Mark threw on his clothes and four hands worked the dishpan. In no time the dishes were done and both dried and put them away. When they were done, Meg stated, "I gotta go clean up. You made me all sticky and yucky." She headed toward the bathroom and then noticed Mark following her. "Where you going?" "To watch," he grinned. "Nooo... You can't! Mom and Dad will be home any minute," Meg gasped. Mark knew she was right. "OK then, tonight, when we go to bed, you leave your door open when you get undressed," he offered. Meg thought for a moment. She knew he would keep pressing for something and that seemed to be the easiest. "OK, but not if Mom or Dad are around. ...and you gotta too, so I can see too," she grinned. "Deal," Mark agreed as he turned to go back downstairs. "...but I'm going to keep checking anyway," he laughed as he bound down the stairs. When Meg came back downstairs, their parents were in the kitchen and Mark was sprawled on the couch. "Move over, jerk!" she snapped. Mark sat up and Meg had room to sit. As she did Mark leaned over and pulled the front of her shorts out. "No, I'm not wearing any," she whispered, then, as he sat back up, she pushed her hand into his shorts and found his still soft cock. It didn't take much effort to get it hard again. "Told you I'd keep you hard," she smiled as she snapped her hand back out. She chuckled as he tried to adjust himself before his parents walked back in. The evening was dull. Both their parents were in the living room with them as they watched TV. Meg did grab a blanket to cover and put her head on the arm of the couch. She pushed the blanket down with her feet and stretched over Mark's lap. She felt sorry for him in a way and didn't want their parents to notice his erection, but she had another reason as well. Mark couldn't touch her without being very obvious, but her feet were right next to his cock. Every once in a while she moved her foot slightly, rubbing against his continuously hard cock. Every time she did he would glare at her, but she only smiled back. Once during the evening both their parents had left the room at the same time. "Would you stop doing that!" he whispered. "I told you I was going to keep you hard all night," she smiled back. Finally Mark's agony ended when their parents announced it was time for them to go to bed. As soon as the two turned the corner and headed up the stairs, Meg felt her shorts go down. She quickly turned around, yanking them up at the same time. "Not here!" she quietly snapped. "Just checking," Mark quipped as he smiled back at her. "Don't forget... You said I could watch." Meg didn't answer and instead turned and started up the stairs again. As they approached the bathroom, now out of earshot of their parents, Mark mumbled, "I'll be a few. Don't start without me," and turned into the bathroom. "Going to jerk off first?" Meg teased. "No!" Mark blurted. "So what if I am! Wait for me." Meg followed Mark into the bathroom. "I wanna watch." "Ya... Right! Like I'd let you..." Mark grumbled and then turned to see Meg standing there. He glared at her for a moment, then his expression softened a bit. "You wanna see? No. You wanna do it for me? Get naked first!" His response shocked Meg. At first she just stood as what he just said sunk in. "You want me to get naked and then make you cum?" she finally questioned. A smile came across his face. After she had made him uncomfortable all night, finally she was the one uncomfortable. "Yeah..." He then expected her to storm out of the bathroom. Meg pondered for a moment. She had already told him he could watch her undress and the thought of her just stripping for him for some strange reason bothered her. It might be fun to jerk him off. Mark smiled to himself as Meg turned toward the door. He had finally beat her. Instead of leaving, though, she closed the door, turned toward him, pulled her top over her head, and softly said, "OK". Mark froze in shock. After a few moments Meg reached for her shorts. "You going to just stand there or take your pants off?" Mark's shorts dropped to his ankles, freeing his hard member. For a moment Meg just stared at it before Mark asked, "You too?" Meg dropped her shorts and stepped out of them without looking away from Mark's hard cock. It made her uneasy in a way that she couldn't keep her eyes off of it. Slowly she reached out and wrapped her hand around it. "Um... Do I just rub up and down?" she blushed, not knowing exactly how to do it. Mark nodded. "Like this?" she questioned. Before he could even answer he erupted, squirting cum onto Meg's belly. It embarrassed him he had shot so soon, but she had been rubbing him all night with her foot keeping him almost at the brink. Meg's eyes widened as shot upon shot of cum fired out of Mark's cock. Not knowing what else to do, she released him and was fascinated at how it seemed to bob on it's own. Soon he stopped spewing cum. She watched as his cock slowly drooped and softened. She realized she had cum all over her, so grabbed a washcloth and wiped it off. She then pulled on her top and shorts. Mark was still just standing there, his cock now soft. "See you tomorrow," Meg quipped as she left him. Chapter 15 A few days later Gail and Rita stopped by. The day was one of the hottest in a while and no one was really doing anything. Rita mentioned she should have gone swimming with some of her friends, but they had left before she finished her chores. The others thought swimming was a good idea, but since the two sisters didn't have their suits with them, they decided to go to the club. Mark felt slightly awkward as the three girls were chatting away and more or less ignoring him. He had fallen slightly behind them when they veered off the path and headed into the woods. "Where you going?" he questioned. "Did you forget?" Meg answered. "This is where we saw the boy and girl, remember? We're going to see if they're here again." The three girls and Mark made their way to the big rock they had hidden behind before and sure enough two girls were there. The one they had watched before and another girl. She was about the same age but far prettier than the other. "I know her!" Rita whispered. "She's the prettiest girl in the class, but one of the shyest too. She won't even talk to boys." The four friends remained quiet and listened as the two girls talked. "I got it all set up. You won't just see one boy, but three!" the original girl began. "You sure it's OK? They'll show us?" the new girl questioned. "Everything is fine. I know all three and they all agreed to keep the secret and let us look. You remember you have to let them look too, right?" The new girl nodded. "I did have to agree to go first so they'd do it though, but I knew you'd be OK with that. When they get here, I'll do the talking and make sure everything is all set. If it is, we'll take our suits off first, then the boys will take theirs off. They will just look, but we can look and touch, OK?" "Wait, we have to go first? I don't know... What if they don't do it?" the new girl asked. "I told you everything was set, didn't I? I had to make an agreement so we could touch. You do want to see AND touch, don't you? Do you think they would let us do everything first, then hope we do our part? They only get to look but we can touch them and everything! You told me you had never seen a boy and wanted to..." the original girl argued. "You're not going to be a baby and chicken out now, are you?" "No! I said I would do it!" the new girl defended. "Good... Here they come now. Once I go over everything, we take our suits off. When you take yours off, give it to me and I'll hang them on this branch so they don't get dirty," she said pointing to a low branch next to her. One of the boys was the one who had fucked the girl there before, but the other two no one knew. The four friends watched as the girl talked to the boys and reminded them of the agreement. Again the three boys agreed and they supposedly had agreed with the one girl before. "OK, we take out suits off first. Then you take yours off and we can touch you all we want, but you only look, right?" the original girl repeated. The boys nodded. "OK, let's do it then," she stated as her hands went to the tie behind her neck. The new girl's face flushed as she too reached for her tie. She glanced at her friend, who already had her suit to her waist. "Hurry up. The sooner yours are off, the sooner ours come off," one of the boys encouraged. The new girl closed her eyes and quickly dropped her suit down, stepping out of it, but clasped her hands in front of her. "No fair! You can't cover because we can't," a boy protested. Her eyes still closed, the new girl's hands slowly went to her sides, but she kept her legs tightly together. "See? I told you I'd get her naked for you. You both owe me $5!" the boy who had fucked the first girl laughed as the three turned and ran down the hill. The new girl's eyes open wide as she swung around only to see her supposed friend running down the hill towards the boys carrying the new girl's suit. "Oh NO!" the new girl gasped as she crouched down on the ground trying to hide herself. Rita jumped up and ran over to the girl. "It's OK, Marsha. I heard everything! They are going to be in sooo much trouble!" "They took my clothes!" Marsha blurted at first, then realization set in. Rita was there and saw everything too. Suddenly she turned white. "Please don't say anything! I'd die! They'd just say I did it for them," she added as she began to stand, then realized she was still naked. "My friends saw and heard too and there's more of us than them, so don't worry," Rita reassured. "Friends???" Marsha blurted. "How many saw me?" "It's OK... It's just my sister, our friend, and her brother. They're cool." "Another boy!" Marsha gasped as she began to cry. "He's OK. He won't say anything," Rita comforted as the three others came out from behind the rock. "Mark, give her your shirt to put on?" Horror came over Marsha's face when she saw the other three looking at her. Mark pulled his tee off and tried to hand it to the girl, but she froze, still huddled trying her best to cover herself. He dropped it next to her. "Turn around so she can put it on, stupid," Rita suggested and Mark complied. Marsha quickly grabbed the tee and pulled it on. "We're going to... We were taking a walk. Wanna come with us?" Rita invited. Marsha's mouth was still gaping and her eyes like saucers as she looked over at Mark, who still had her back to her. "I told you he's OK, and you're wearing his tee now, so you're not naked. He already saw you anyway and he's already seen all of us too," Rita added seeing Marsha's reaction, then, realizing what she had just said, blurted. "Oops!" "He's seen you?" Marsha picked up. "Um... Yeah. I told you he was OK," Rita now blushed. "You know my sister. This is Meg and her brother is Mark. They moved here a little while ago," introduced Rita, trying to change the subject. Marsha relaxed some at the revelation. "Yeah... OK... I can't go home like this with my mother there and she's not going shopping for another few hours." Marsha slowly stood up, tugging at the tee hem as she did. Unfortunately the tee was short, not like her dad's big tees she wore to bed. It did seem to cover, but just barely. "Can I turn around yet?" Mark questioned. The three girls all looked at Marsha waiting for her to answer. She thought for a moment and then answered, "Yeah... I guess so." Mark turned and faced her. As he did, like any boy would, he looked her over. Marsha stretched the tee down trying to cover herself more. "Um... Thanks for the tee," she blushed. "You know... That tee isn't going to stretch that much. Every time you pull down the front, the back pulls up," Meg chuckled. Marsha blushed. "He already saw you anyway; just relax. Would you feel better if you saw him?" "I only saw the back," Mark added. "He'd show me?" Marsha questioned. "I'm not going to show him again!" "If you'll relax and stop trying to stretch out his tee, yes, he'll show you," Meg answered. Marsha looked at Mark. "Show her, Mark." "You'll stop stretching out my tee?" Mark asked. Marsha thought for a moment. "Do I have to show you?" Mark shook his head. Again Marsha paused, then nodded. Mark, without hesitation, reached for the snap of his jeans, then zipper, then pushed down. As usual he was hard, but he just stood there with his jeans at his knees. Marsha's eyes widened as she looked at her first "real life" cock and balls. For a few minutes she just stared, studying every detail. Surprising everyone, Marsha's pressure on the tee relaxed and she slowly lifted the bottom to her waist, showing Mark a thick, dark bush, before releasing the tee and letting it drop back into place. "You didn't have to do that," Meg stated. "I know. That's why I did. Those three boys already saw me. He said I didn't have to, but let me look at him anyway. He said he only saw from the back, so I wanted to let him see the front too. It's only fair. Rita said he was OK and I think so too, so..." Marsha explained. The three girls huddled together for a moment whispering, then Meg whispered to Mark. He nodded. "We were going swimming. Wanna come?" Meg asked Marsha. "Um... they stole my suit, remember?" Marsha blushed. "I know... We sorta don't wear suits where we're going. It's a secret place and we skinny dip. You OK with that?" "He does too?" Marsha questioned. "Yes, him too. You'll see him, but he'll see you too. He'll see all of us and we'll all see him. Wanna go?" Meg repeated. Marsha pondered for a moment. She had already seen him, the three boys had already seen her and he had seen her too. Although she didn't know Meg and Mark, they seemed nice and she knew Rita and her sister. "OK," Marsha smiled.

The Vow byCybotic© Mercy took the razor and removed the last bit of stubble the wax had missed. Her vulva was now smooth and soft. Kissable, according to La Femme magazine. Her sex had not been so visible since puberty. The lips were so naked, Mercy was embarrassed. She was the only one looking, but her face was red and she felt a strong urge to close her legs and shut her eyes. That was taking modesty much too far, she decided. If there was anything Mercy was really good at, it was neurotic behavior. Mercy's therapist was constantly advising her to break free of her inhibitions. She had once been thoroughly humiliated because she'd been caught talking to her cat. And it had been the cat who caught her. He was a very judgy cat, with definite opinions regarding women who talk to dumb animals. The inherent contradiction in that view is what had sent her to the therapist in the first place. She was making definite progress. The secret, as she figured it, was to take each inhibition one at a time, and force herself to do exactly what she was afraid of. She had spent three hours speaking to her cat, reading to him from The Great Gatsby. She had pulled her smartphone out of the drawer it had been in for six months and learned how to use it. She had even stood up to her boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend. Today, she would tackle this self-conscious discomfort with her own body. She didn't have to work today. No visitors were expected. She would spend the rest of this day completely nude. It was National Nude Day, according to her trivia calendar, so this was a good day for it. Mercy felt proud about her decision. And the timing was perfect. The apartment was becoming uncomfortably warm. The air conditioning had been struggling for weeks. Today, it had apparently given up entirely. It was as hot as an oven. Reducing the layers would increase the comfort. And it was a good day to stay inside. The city was being particularly aggressive. There seemed to be a lot of people on the street. And they were making a hell of a lot of noise. Mercy was on the fourth floor, but the shouts and yells were still reaching her. There were also more sirens than usual, uncomfortably close and loud. It almost sounded as if one of the ambulances or police cars had parked in the hallway right outside the apartment. Clearly, this was good time to be indoors. Which meant it was a perfect day for Mary to get comfortable with her own body. "I just might try masturbation," she said aloud. She would take this day to be her own. No phone, no television, no answering the door. Mercy spun in circles, enjoying the freedom of being naked in her own space, while avoiding looking at her reflection in the darkened television screen. "Solemn vow," she said to the cat. "I will not put on a single stitch of clothing until midnight at the very earliest." Mercy jumped in startled alarm as something struck the front door violently. A second thud actually cracked the wood. A glint of metal, shaped suspiciously like a murderer's axe, had poked through the door next to the knob. Mercy scolded herself for her fanciful imagination, as if there was some special feature that made an ordinary woodworking tool into an axe designed for murderers. However, she argued, the murderer himself, holding the axe and currently chopping through her front door, might qualify as the special feature. She was starting to scold herself again for having this silly debate rather than running and screaming, but then the now-weakened front door was kicked in. It wasn't a murderer after all, but a firefighter. Smoke and flames filled the hallway. One of those sirens had apparently been the hallway smoke alarm. "Oh, this is just perfect," Mercy said, as the firefighter ran toward her. She suddenly found herself thrown over his shoulder. Mercy was annoyed to feel his hand on her butt, but since he was saving her life, she supposed it was forgivable. He was holding her in place so he wouldn't drop her. The hand on her butt was saving her from falling on her ass. He kicked open the balcony door and started down the fire escape. The cat, she was relieved to see, was already on his way down. She should probably get around to naming that cat one of these days, she thought. As she rode the firefighter's shoulder, Mercy started listing the things she needed to tell her therapist. Her decision to shave and wax her pussy, just to see what it looked like. Her decision to stay naked all day in honor of National Nude Day. Her decision to name her cat, now that she'd been feeding him for two years. And probably something about the fire. She was carried down four flights and then through the crowd of first responders. Mercy was acutely aware that her bald sex was probably visible to anybody who wanted to look. Mercy's face was red with embarrassment. She hated people noticing when she was embarrassed, but she was fairly confident that nobody was looking at her face. Unless, it occurred to her, maybe her pussy was just not attractive. That was a mental journey she thought it best not to take. The firefighter set her down behind an ambulance. Two EMTs tried to cover her with a blanket, but she refused them. As much as she wanted that blanket, she could not accept. "I made a vow," she told them. "A solemn vow." "She's in shock," the firefighter said. He was being treated for a leg injury and a burn on his arm. "She doesn't know what she's saying." "I absolutely know what I'm saying. I am Mercy Alice Watkins. I live at 413 Monroe Avenue, which seems to be burning down right now. Apartment 17. Fourth floor. I am completely in my right mind. If anybody covers me without my consent, I will throw an hysterical fit and then sue you all to bits and pieces. My sort of a boyfriend is kind of a lawyer. He will drag you into court, kicking and screaming, to face my wrath. Probably. Eventually." The firefighter chuckled. "Quite a threat. Your ex-boyfriend, who is not exactly a lawyer, might get around to suing us one of these days." "He never officially broke up with me," Mercy said. He'd have to be speaking to her for that to happen. "Do you live with him?" "I keep my own apartment," she said. Then she looked up at the burning building. "Kept, I guess." "Does he keep any belongings at your apartment?" "Ye-ess," she said doubtfully. He hadn't picked up his things, anyway, but he probably wanted to. The firefighter looked her up and down, slowly, savouring her nude body. She blushed, but refused to reach for the blanket. "Stop that." "If you insist on standing there naked, men are going to look at you." Mercy scowled, but his words were undeniably true. "Shouldn't you be putting that out?" she pointed up at the inferno. She couldn't even make out her apartment behind the curtain of flame. "I just bought cookies. It took me two hours to pick them out. I'd prefer they not be burnt." "I'm afraid the building is a loss, ma'am. There is nothing we can do there. At this point, we're just trying to keep the fire from spreading. But I'm on the injured list now. I hurt my leg, kicking in your door. If I'm slow, or weak, or clumsy, I become a danger to my crew. I'm stuck here with you for now." "Stuck," she grumbled. She was totally naked and he hated being around her. Her charms obviously left something to be desired. "Tell me why your ex would only 'probably' file your lawsuit," the firefighter told her. "And why 'eventually'?" He looked her over once again and gave a low wolf whistle. "If I had a chance to do something for a girl who looks like you, I wouldn't hesitate." Okay. That was a decent compliment. He deserved a little honesty. "Howard is not entirely happy with me right now. He has some problems." "If I was in a blazing building, with second degree burns on my arm and splinters of wood embedded in my leg, I would risk my very life to save yours. What kind of problems does Howard have?" Mercy grinned at his wit. And he had literally saved her life. She gave him the truth. "Howard loves suing people. He would jump at the opportunity to take the fire department to court. But he'll have to wait until he gets out of jail. If he manages to beat the charges. And he'll need to get his law license back. And if he stops blaming me for the mess." "You got your boyfriend arrested and disbarred?" "No," Mercy corrected him. "I might have informed Aaron Cormichael that his grandmother's will was a forgery. And perhaps I called the DA and mentioned that my boyfriend had a secret bank account and a passport in a different name. But he committed those acts. I didn't. He got himself arrested and disbarred." "You're the secret weapon," the firefighter said in awe. "You brought down Howard Grimaldi." "He brought himself down." "He's the most notorious attorney in the city. His fingers were in every corrupt act for the past twenty years. Every organized crime figure in the country has him on speed dial." The firefighter looked at the raging fire. "You said he left some things at your apartment? What kind of things?" Mercy shrugged. "Clothes. Grooming stuff. 22 flash drives hidden in a box of cereal." "Somebody's destroying evidence." She nodded. "Someone's trying." "Trying? Not succeeding?" "It's possible that I made some copies of the flash drives." "Grimaldi probably has dirt on hundreds of very bad people. You're in a lot of danger," the firefighter observed. Mercy frowned. "I suppose that could be true. But it's temporary." "How do you figure?" "A reporter at the Times might have been given a copy of the flash drives. A reporter at the Journal could conceivably be in possession of another. It is likely that the FBI and DEA have copies. By tomorrow, maybe the next day, everyone will know what's on those drives. Hurting me won't make any difference. They would only make it worse for themselves." "You need to go into hiding in the meantime. Is there anyplace you can go where nobody could find you?" "I'm not very social," she admitted. "I don't know where any of my friends live." "Could you call or text them?" "Good idea. Maybe you could get my phone for me? I think I left it in the bathroom." He looked up at the blaze and sighed. "Do you have a car?" "I do! It's a purple Honda. It's in the underground garage beneath my apartment building. The keys are in my purse. It's on my kitchen counter. Could you pop up and grab it?" "This is looking pretty bad." "I'm pretty much wearing everything I own," Mercy said. "Well, I like your fashion sense. But I think you're in a lot of trouble." "I'll be fine," Mercy said, waving her hand at him in dismissal. "Just go do what you need to do. It's a big city. I'll wander around for awhile. I'll figure something out." "You're butt-ass naked on 34th Street. Blending in is not gonna happen." "I am pretending nobody notices I'm naked. It's rude of you to remind me." "Lady, you need a therapist." "I have a therapist," Mercy informed him. "She tells me it's important to set goals and, more importantly, to see them through. Today's goal was to stay naked until midnight. I did expect a bit more privacy than standing on the street at whatever time o'clock it is, but the whole point of setting goals is to not let adversity or obstacles stop you." "I don't think I've ever rescued the same person twice before," the firefighter mused. "Hey!" Mercy yelled indignantly. His hand was on her butt again and she was once more draped over his shoulder. He wasn't even wearing the gloves anymore. He'd taken off the coat, helmet, gloves, and heavy trousers so the EMTs could treat his arm and leg. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt and his bare hand was on her naked ass. Mercy fumed as she dangled from his shoulder, but there was little she could do about it. Upside down, it was hard to be certain, but it seemed as though the firefighter had a pretty nice ass of his own. She tried not to think about it, but it was right there in front of her face. To distract herself, she carefully pulled his wallet from his back pocket. She'd look at that instead. His name was Benjamin Webster. No photos of kids or a wife, but some men weren't sentimental. Maybe he had a girlfriend. "Benjamin, what is your girlfriend's name?" "Why do you want to know?" "I should apologize to her," Mercy explained. "What the hell for?" "You're touching my butt. It's possible I'm starting to enjoy it." "No girlfriend." He set her down on the back of a motorcycle. "I don't have a helmet that will fit you, but if the police stop us, I suspect that won't be their top priority." "Are we stealing this?" "No. Give me my wallet. I was off-duty when I heard about the fire. I came on my own bike and put on some gear when I arrived." "They just happened to have extra gear on hand?" she asked skeptically. "Of course," Benjamin assured her. "Firefighters look out for one another. Off-duty firefighters regularly show up when there is a fire. There is always extra gear kept on the trucks." "Your last name starts with a 'W'," she remarked as he climbed on the bike in front of her. "You are correct. Well spotted." "So does mine. If we got married, my initials would stay the same." He shook his head and started the engine. Further conversation was impossible. As they pulled into traffic, Mercy was very conscious of the other drivers on the road. She held on tight to Benjamin and pressed her face to his back to avoid looking around, but she knew people were staring at her ass. There was an inordinate amount of honking, and she was sure it had something to do with her being naked at 40 miles an hour. She peeked out once and saw several expressions of admiration, shock, and anger looking back at her. Shutting her eyes tightly, she wondered if her therapist was in one of those cars. The sunlight was hot on her back. Mercy hoped she'd get a tan. She worried about getting a sunburn, though. But they weren't in the sun long enough for either. The motorcycle slowed after just a few miles and the light disappeared. She risked opening her eyes and found they were in a parking garage. Benjamin pulled up to a motorcycle area and killed the engine. He helped her dismount. "This is the Carlton Hotel. I'm going to get you a room, ok?" Mercy nodded. "If we got married, would you want me to take your name?" she asked. "Are we still on that subject? Does this matter right now? Keep your damn name. I'm trying to save your life." Mercy frowned at him, but she hid between two cars when he told her to. "Try to stay out of sight while I get the room." He entered the hotel. Mercy was alone. For the first time since she'd made her vow, there was nobody nearby. She was naked in a parking garage in the middle of the city, at the mercy of a rude firefighter, but for the moment, she was alone. An uncomfortable thought came into her head. She didn't want to masturbate in front of Benjamin. But once she was in a hotel room, he would probably try to stay and protect her. She wouldn't be alone anymore. And he might hear her if she hid in the bathroom to do it. The thought was mortifying. That meant she had to masturbate now, while she had the chance. It hadn't quite been a part of her solemn vow, but she had intended to try it out while she was so conveniently naked. The intervening events and current situation did not alleviate her responsibility to herself. Mercy carefully lay down on the concrete. She scooched in close to a Toyota so she could share the parking curb. It made for an overly firm pillow but was more comfortable than lying flat. She wasn't sure how this was supposed to go, but she started by cupping her breasts. Men often played with her breasts, and according to the things she read, women usually loved that. But it wasn't doing much for her. Maybe it only felt good when a man did it. She didn't seem to be enjoying this very much. Mercy was slightly embarrassed at touching herself like this, but that was part of the inhibition she was trying to get past. Perhaps the presence of a male was required to trigger the pleasure in females when their breasts were touched. But that didn't make sense, Mercy told herself. There were lesbians out there. As far as she was aware, they enjoyed touching each other. Her friend Jill was a lesbian. If she could get up the courage, maybe Mary could ask Jill to touch her breasts and see how that felt. The mere thought of that had an effect. Her own fingers suddenly felt a lot better when she imagined they were Jill's fingers. She started stroking her breasts and that felt good too. Mercy didn't think she was a lesbian, but the thought of lesbian touches had turned her on. Perhaps her own thoughts were the trigger, and the idea of somebody else touching her. Mercy experimented by imagining Benjamin's fingers caressing her. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure at the result. But they weren't breasts. Benjamin did not have her catalog of hangups. He probably didn't use a wimpy word like 'breasts' when he was seducing a woman. "'Tits'," she decided. "That's what he would say. "'Tits' and 'pussy'." Mercy moved one hand down between her legs. Her clitoris was suddenly very sensitive. Or so it seemed. She never actually touched herself here. There was always tissue paper or a pad or a washcloth as a barrier. Now she explored. She liked it better without the hair. It was less intimidating. Her pubic hair, when she had dared to sneak a peek at it, had always reminded her of her father's beard. Combined with her father's strict opinions regarding the value and role of females, that part of her body had always seemed fraught with disapproval. The beard was gone now. Her father was no longer between her legs. Her sex was newly born. Mercy should get to know her. The soft skin felt good under her fingers. And her fingers felt good, stroking that softness. The lips parted easily as she rubbed them. And they were wet. Moisture was leaking out from between them. She knew what that meant. She had succeeded in turning herself on. She was genuinely aroused. The wetness was her body preparing for a penis to penetrate. Mercy spread that welcoming oil around her sex, circling her clitoris and enjoying the zing of that lovely sensation. It used to offend her. The very idea that her body was designed to accommodate a man's penis and would even lubricate to make his occupation easier to accomplish. Mercy had reluctantly done her duty by her boyfriends, but the annoyance had always prevented arousal. Sex had always been more discomfort and duty than anything else. She was starting to reconsider that position. Mercy wondered if perhaps Benjamin would want to penetrate her. Not that she was going to invite him. But it was exciting to think about. Had he maybe thought about sticking his penis in her vagina? "No," she corrected herself, testing the ease of penetration with one finger. "He would say 'cock' or 'dick'. And he would stick it in my pussy. Maybe my cunt." She pushed the finger into herself. Never before had she touched herself inside. She liked the feeling. Soft, but snug. Like getting hugged. While she plumbed her own depths, she tried rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. "Hoo boy!" she cried, sitting up in alarm. A little too intense. Mercy opened her eyes to see if anybody had heard her. It didn't seem like anyone was coming to investigate. The parking garage was quiet. There were traffic noises, but they were yards away, on the other side of a wall. Mercy lay back, shut her eyes, and tried again, lightly stroking the side of her clitoris as she fingered her pussy. It felt better on the side. She imagined Benjamin above her, in his firefighter's coat and helmet. It might be rude to imagine him naked and she wasn't brave enough to do so anyway. But she could imagine his rough voice speaking to her as she masturbated. "I want to put my cock in your pussy. Cock in your pussy. Cock in your pussy." Her imaginary Benjamin said it over and over again. Mercy could feel the orgasm building, her first ever. She'd never had one during sex, but maybe that's because she needed to practice first. Guys practiced all the time, didn't they? She wondered if Benjamin ever practiced. Would he let her watch? Do guys ever help girls masturbate? Mercy imagined it was Benjamin's finger in her pussy and Benjamin's thumb against her clit. And she could still hear his fantasy voice. "I want to fuck you, Mercy. My cock in your cunt. My cock in you, Mercy." The orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt, electrifying her. Her back arched. She rolled her head back and forth over the concrete curb. It was the most glorious thing she'd ever experienced. It was like a nuclear bomb had gone off and obliterated everything but the exquisite sensations in her pussy. She heard someone whimpering and dimly realized that it was her. Mercy suddenly revived from a sudden faint. The orgasm had actually caused her to pass out. Just for a moment, she was sure, but it had been most refreshing. She had successfully masturbated, she realized, proud of the accomplishment. Panting, achy, and sweaty, she opened one eye, anxious to see if the world had truly ended or if had just seemed that way. The word Goodyear appeared before her. Something hard and black was pressed against her cheek and there was a terrible taste in her mouth. Slowly, Mercy deduced that she was giving a an open-mouthed kiss to a tire. She rolled her head away from the Toyota and looked up into Benjamin's astonished face. He was standing by the car's bumper. She blushed a deep red. Realizing that her hand was still on her sex, she tried to casually move it to a neutral position, wiping her wet fingers on her thigh. "How long have you been standing there?" she demanded. Whatever answer he gave, it was too long. "You have a hotel room now. Perfect place for this kind of thing." Knowing it sounded ridiculous, she explained. "I wanted some privacy." He nodded as if this made perfect sense. "Your definition of 'privacy' might be a little different from mine." Mercy climbed to her feet. Scowling, she said, "I'm still mad at you. Show me to this room." "What the hell did I do?" "You told me I'd have to keep my name if we got married." "Are we getting married?" Benjamin asked in exasperation. "Not a chance of it." "Then what does it matter?" "It is insulting that you would not want to share your name with me," Mercy told him. "You want the name? It's yours! I don't care." She glared at him and started marching toward the entrance. He took hold of her shoulders, ignoring her irritated hiss, and steered her to the left. "Not the lobby. I propped open the fire door," he said. "My boss would have my head if he knew. We'll go up the emergency stairs." She stopped dead. "I can't do it." "Why not?" In a small voice, she said. "I'm afraid of stairwells." "Are you fucking kidding me?" "You never know what might be lurking up above or down below, waiting for you." He took a deep breath. "There are seven people in the hotel lobby. You're still naked. There is no way you'll make it to the elevator before someone stops you. Even if you did, the front desk can shut down the elevator." "How do you know that?" "I did the fire inspection here." "I can't go in the stairwell," she insisted, folding her arms in defiance. "You'll just have to find somewhere else." For the third time, Mercy found herself dangling over his shoulder with his hand on her butt. "This is not civilized behaviour," she yelled at him. But it was surprisingly comforting. Every time she rode this shoulder, she was moving from danger to safety. She shrieked in panic and beat at his back as he bolted up the steps, but she quieted the moment they arrived at their floor and exited the stairwell. "Is this a nice hotel?" she asked as they emerged in an empty corridor, pretending she hadn't just screamed her way up five flights. She wasn't really surprised when he didn't answer. The carpet was nice, she decided, looking down at her hair brushing the floor. Soft and blue. It would feel good on her feet. "You can put me down," she said. "Oh, hell, no. You'd see a spider or a shadow or a ghost and I'd just have to pick you up again." "Do you believe in ghosts? I used to see the ghost of my cousin Tim after he was executed. I was very frightened." "Why was he executed?" Benjamin asked. Mercy was silent for a long moment. Eventually, she said, "When I was sixteen, my parents sat me down and told me I never had a cousin Tim. I had a series of recurring nightmares. They put me on some pills for a while. Still, I am curious about ghosts." "I should have known." Benjamin unlocked the door and entered the room. "This is NOT how I want to be carried over the threshold," Mercy scolded. "If we get married." Benjamin set her down. "Are we back to that?" "We never left it. You have yet to satisfactorily explain why you wouldn't want me to have your last name." "I said you can have it," he reminded her. "'You can have it' is very different from 'I want you to have it.'" "Don't you want to keep your own name?" "I don't know. I haven't thought about it." "Excuse me?" Benjamin glared at her. "Doesn't this ridiculous debate constitute thinking about it?" Mercy rolled her eyes. "Of course not. When a man asks me to marry him, then I'll consider the matter. There will be lists of pros and cons. I will have to do some research. My therapist will be consulted. Hyphens will be seriously contemplated. Children's names will have to be brought into the equation, just in case the initials spell out rude words. But we're far from that point. We are discussing whether you would want me to take your name." "I would leave it up to you." "Of course you would. That's a given. That's the easy answer." "What's the right answer?" Mercy looked at him in pity. "If I decide to keep my own name, you're supposed to accept it manfully. You might argue a little, try to make me change my mind, but you'll give in. Your stoic expression will almost hide the hurt and disappointment in your eyes." "I don't believe this." "You're a man. You're supposed to be territorial, possessive, and dominant. You will accept my choice, but you should hope that I want your name. You want me to belong to you and you hope I want to belong to you." Benjamin sighed. "If we get married, it would be an honour and a privilege if you would take my name for your own." "Was that so hard?" "Let me remind you that it is an enormous IF. To tell the truth, and don't get mad, I seem to have forgotten your first name." In a tiny, crushed voice, she asked, "You forgot my name?" "I was distracted." "By what?" "First, the burning building. Second, painful injuries to my arm and leg. Third, the EMT treating said injuries, and Fourth, I was distracted by a beautiful woman standing naked in front of me, refusing the blanket she was offered." "Beautiful?" Mercy questioned. "Very." "Oh. Ok. You're forgiven." "If it makes you feel better, since I didn't remember your name, I booked us into the hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Webster. I very possessively gave you my name in the assumption you'd want it." Mercy fought it, but a grin broke out of her face, pleased with his manly arrogance. "You may not have noticed, but my social skills are close to nonexistent. When I told you before that I don't know where my friends live, it would be more accurate to say that I have no friends." "How did you ever get hooked up with Howard Grimaldi?" "My library card got cancelled. I wanted to hire an attorney to get it back. Someone mean, who knew all the dirty lawyer tricks. Howard was always on the news. He seemed like the viciousest, angriest lawyer in the city. So I went to see him. He took me to dinner. Things progressed." "Why did you turn him in?" "He had a passport in some other name. He was obviously prepared to flee." "And you wanted to see him pay for his crimes?" Benjamin was doubtful. She didn't seem like a law and order avenger. "No. Or maybe yes. But not the crimes the D.A. was interested in." "There was more? What did you want to see him punished for?" "He only had one passport," she said. "He should have had two." "Ah." Benjamin changed the subject. "You might want to take a shower. There are tire marks on your face." Blushing as she remembered why that was, Mercy nodded. Shyly, she asked, "Do you want to watch me shower?" "Do you want me to watch?" She shrugged. "Men like to look at naked women." "That," he said, "is an understatement." "And you've already seen everything." "And then some." "No man has ever seen me naked before today," Mercy said. "But I've kind of gotten used to you looking. And maybe it's possible I've come to enjoy your ogling." "Ogling?" "Yes. Don't deny it. You ogled, Benjamin." "I'm not denying the act. But nobody uses the word 'ogle' except the people who design crossword puzzles." "I like crossword puzzles. So, if you're not busy, and if you'd like to keep on looking at me, I don't mind." "I accept your offer. How is it that no man has seen you naked? Howard never took you to bed?" "He did," Mercy said. "And perhaps a few before him. But always under a blanket with the lights out. I wear a long t-shirt to bed. He would lift it up for access. I suppose that poor shirt is all burnt up now." "None of your exes wanted to see you naked?" "I suppose they probably did. But I wasn't going to marry them." "You think about marriage a lot." "Not so much. But I'm naked and we keep talking about me being naked. When I was a teenager, my mama told me over and over that the only man who should ever see me naked would be the man I was gonna marry. It's possible I'm superstitious. If I had no intention of marrying a man, I wouldn't let him see me without clothes. Then you barged in and saw stuff only my future husband had a right to look at." "Hence the kooky questions," Benjamin said in understanding. "Hence the perfectly reasonable questions," Mercy corrected. "My mistake. Shall I start your shower, my lady?" "Yes, please. Hot, please. And a bath, if you don't mind." She watched as he filled the tub, content with silence as the water level rose. It felt like the height of luxury to have someone caring for her like this. Mercy started wondering about other women in his life. Who were they? How did he meet them? "Benjamin, how many lives have you saved?" "Just by myself, seven." Mercy nodded. She liked it that he was able to answer. The lives he'd saved were important to him. "How many women have you seen naked?" "I do not know." She didn't like that answer at all. Did that mean the naked women were unimportant? Had there been so many that he'd lost count? "Why don't you remember?" "Several reasons. But here's one. When I was in France, some years ago, I was dragged to a nude beach. It didn't occur to me to count the females." Okay, she thought. That was an acceptable answer. And her bath was ready. It was an enormous tub, but it had filled quickly. Benjamin took her hand and helped her step into the water. The warmth was glorious. She liked hot baths at any time, but it was especially sweet today. The day had been pleasantly warm, but one does get used to the blanket effect from clothing. Mercy had been feeling a faint chill simply based on her exposure. But now she was literally bathed in heat. Mercy's eyes were closed as she lay back in the water and let it soothe her soul. She opened them for just a moment to make sure Benjamin really was looking at her. It seemed important somehow. Not just keeping her company or watching over her, but looking at her nudity. She had never released his hand once he'd helped her into the bath. He'd held on as she sank down into the water. And he held on still. The gentle press of his fingers was proof of his presence. But Mercy wanted to know that he was enjoying himself, lusting after her. In her brief glance, she saw him sitting beside the bathtub, facing her, his right hand in hers. And he was definitely looking at her. Benjamin's eyes were on her breasts, nipples poking up out of the water. It was comforting to feel his eyes on her, to share herself with him. "Benjamin?" "Yes?" "It's possible that I'm a bit flaky." "Hmm," he answered noncommittally. "You're not going to argue with me?" "Hard to argue with such an astute observation." Mercy smiled. She would have felt less comfortable if he'd pretended she was completely normal. She was an oddball. She knew it. Benjamin was okay with that. "Do you like looking at me?" she asked. "I'm ogling." "Why do men like looking at naked women?" "Are you kidding?" Benjamin asked. She waved her free hand in the air. "They want sex. Of course I know that. But men buy magazines or go to strip clubs. They won't have sex with those girls." "They jerk off." "Guys do that anyway. They don't need to look at girls for that." "Even if they can't see them in person or in pictures, they use their imagination to look at them in fantasy. They're still looking." Mercy considered that. "Have you ever gone to a strip club?" "I have, yes." "I assume that guys don't jerk off in the club. Do they just hold the image in mind until they get home?" "It's more than that," Benjamin explained. "You get aroused when looking at nude women. It feels good and it builds up. And the dancers give lap dances, which makes you even more excited. It's that intense arousal you carry with you." "What exactly is a lap dance? I've heard of them, but never asked for a definition." "A lap dance is when a naked woman grinds her ass against a man's crotch. I should take you to a strip club." "Would you really do that?" Mercy asked. "Do they even let women in?" "Wouldn't be much of a strip club without a few women. If you want to go, I'll take you. You're already dressed for it." Mercy pictured herself taking her clothes off on a stage in a room full of men. "A lot of people saw me naked today, didn't they?" "Hundreds." "Do you think some of the men will go home and...you know...while remembering what they saw?" "No," Benjamin said. "I don't think. I know for certain that a lot of men will be jerking off to thoughts of you for years to come." Smiling, she asked, "Did you like watching me masturbate?" "Lady, that's the image I'll be jerking off to." "For years?" "Decades," he assured her. "You still don't remember my name?" "Sure I do. You're Mrs. Benjamin Webster." Giggling, she said, "My name is Mercy." "Mercy Webster. Good to know." "Did you happen to notice that I'd shaved off my pubic hair?" "I am a very observant fellow," Benjamin said. "Did you like the way it looks?" "I think we've established that I like looking at naked women. That particular region of the female anatomy is an extra special favourite. You made it even more naked. I very much liked it." "I was reading a woman's magazine," Mercy explained. "It said that going bare down there would invite kisses. I thought I might see if that was accurate." "You've never had your pussy kissed?" "No," she said. Mercy peeked at him through her eyelashes. "Not yet." "That is a crime," he said. "I might have to correct that error." She blushed and smiled. "Do you have to pee?" she asked. "Not urgently." "But you will have to pee soon, right?" "I am human," Benjamin reminded her. "Eventually, yes, I will have to pee." "You can pee now if you want." "I can wait." "It won't bother me if you do it now," Mercy told him. "What is this conversation really about?" She sighed. "Ok. I suppose you figured me out. You probably remember that I had never let a man see me naked before you barged into my apartment." "I object to the term 'barged', but I do recall the conversation." "Well, it's possible that I have never seen a naked man for the same reasons. I was thinking that maybe if you had to pee, I might peek." "It's a big tub. You could have invited me to share the bath." "I was too shy for that." Benjamin hooted with laughter. "You roam around naked. You masturbate in a parking garage. You invite me to come watch you take a bath. Mrs. Mercy Webster, I don't think 'shy' describes you." "Watkins," she corrected. "How's that?" "My name is Mercy Watkins. Mercy Alice Watkins." "Nope. I reject that. We may not be really married, but for as long as we're pretending, then you have my last name. If you want to order room service or get extra linens, the hotel staff is going to be responding to Mrs. Webster." She thought about that and decided to accept the scenario. "Okay. I'm Mrs. Webster." "I think my wife would welcome her husband into her bath." Mrs. Webster, Mercy decided, was braver than Miss Watkins. In an attempt to live up to her new name, she pulled her knees up and scooched back in the tub, hoping Benjamin would take that for an invitation. He grinned in understanding and acceptance. He pulled off the t-shirt, and Mercy happily ogled him. She liked looking at men's chests, so long as the men didn't know she was doing so. But that was the most she'd ever done. As Benjamin's shorts dropped, revealing his firm erection, she blushed and turned away. Reminding herself that she was shedding her inhibitions, Mercy forced herself to face his cock. Scolding herself for cowardice, she even opened an eye. There it was, pointing straight at her. Most of the time, Mercy didn't appreciate it when people pointed things at her. This, she didn't mind so much. She may not have actually seen one of these before, but she was not a virgin. She knew that when a man's cock got pointy, he liked what he was looking at. Slowly, giving her plenty of time to look, Benjamin stepped into the tub. It was a nice, large bath. Plenty of room for two people. He stood in front of her for a long moment, his cock just inches from her face. She didn't have the courage to touch it, but she was pretty sure she wanted to. The women's magazines greatly encouraged handjobs and blowjobs. There were plenty of tips and personal accounts. Mercy could fantasize about taking him in her hand, but she could barely imagine taking it into her mouth. She hoped Benjamin didn't expect it of her. At the same time, she had a brief, attractive fantasy in which he forced her. She was going to have to discuss this with her therapist. But the moment passed. Benjamin sat down in the water. Mercy faced him, giving him a friendly smile, trying to cover her nervousness. "I have a confession to make," she said. "I'm not very good at seduction. You might have to give me some pointers." "Were you planning to seduce me?" "I think so. I'm trying to be bolder," Mercy said. "Tell me what you think seduction is," he asked. Frowning, she thought about it. "I'm pretty sure it's when one person tries to tempt the other into having sex. Is that not correct?" "By that definition, you have already succeeded. I've been sorely tempted by you since the moment I saw you. If you ask, I'm yours." Pleased, Mercy grinned at him. "If you were thinking about seducing me, it's possible I would let you." "I think I might try ravishing rather than seducing," Benjamin told her. She narrowed her eyes. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that. What does 'ravishing' mean? Isn't that a little like rape?" "A little, but there are key differences. Seduction is slow and subtle. Wine and candles, soft music and dim light, advancing a little, then retreating, then advancing again, each time bringing the subject closer to giving in. If she says No, I back off, but keep trying to persuade her. "Ravishment is quicker, just passion unleashed. There is nothing subtle about it and no retreating. If she says No, then it stops completely and does not resume. If she's not swept up in the passion, then there is really no point in going any further." "Okay," she said. "That sounds all right. You may proceed." "I will begin with a kiss." Mercy nodded. That sounded reasonable. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. And eagerly waited. But he didn't move. The water didn't even slosh as Benjamin remained still. She opened her eyes and frowned at him. This was rude behavior, she decided. But he was shaking his head. "You misunderstand," he told her. "You offered me a kiss," she said. "What is there to misunderstand about that?" "Why did you shave your pussy?" he asked, putting his hands on her knees and spreading them apart to look at her bare sex under the water. "The magazine. La Femme. It said that removing the hair would invite touches and...kisses." Benjamin plunged his head into the hot water and pressed his lips to her pussy. Mercy gasped at the sudden assault. She clamped her thighs around his head, protecting her vulnerable sex, but it was too late. He was already there. He was really doing it. He was kissing her pussy. La Femme had been right. And Mercy liked this activity a great deal. His lips were pressed to her and his tongue was searching inside her. Mercy's finger had felt wonderful when she'd probed herself and she would no doubt practice her masturbation in the future, but this was so much better. As he tasted her and tasted her, Benjamin's was sneakily sliding his arms under her legs and skating up her back. Mercy hoped his hands would find their way to her front and fondle her breasts, but he had another plan in mind. In a sudden flurry of activity that her mind was too foggy to follow or remember, Mercy found herself hoisted up, once more, onto Benjamin's shoulders. But this time, she wasn't hanging like a used beach towel. Benjamin was still sitting on the floor of the tub, holding her up. She was sitting upright, sitting on his shoulders, clutching his head, with Benjamin's face still pressed to her pussy. It was a little chilly, being suddenly removed from the hot water, but she strongly suspected that not all of her shivers were coming from the temperature. It was difficult to concentrate on what his tongue was doing when it was creating such incredible sensations. Her thoughts kept dissolving. She was losing all control of herself. Her muscles were tensing in response to the tongue, and her mind was drifting with the lovely vibrations. If Benjamin's hands were not firmly holding her, Mercy was pretty sure she'd fall. She gripped his wet hair and just rode his mouth, loving this experience, never wanting it to end. In the very back of her mind, she blessed the writers at La Femme Magazine and said a little prayer for her wonderful therapist. For one brief instant, she wondered if her therapist had ever had a man lick her pussy, and then the orgasm hit and her thoughts exploded into nothingness. Mercy wrapped her legs around Benjamin's head and pressed her pussy hard against his face, trying her very best to smother him between her thighs. His tongue dipped and stroked and circled and scrubbed, showing no mercy as he forced the orgasm to go on and on and on. She fainted again. As she'd done in the garage. Only this time, she woke up in Benjamin's arms. He was no longer in the bathtub, but standing in the hotel bedroom, holding her like a baby. "You spend a lot of time carrying me," Mercy observed in a mumble as her mind reassembled itself. "I'm getting used to it." "Where are we going?" "Right here." He put her down, then retreated quickly to the bathroom and returned with a towel. He vigorously dried her, rubbing the terrycloth over every inch of her. Mercy enjoyed the luxury of having a man tend to her like this. She closed her eyes and savored the sensations of the towel massaging her. He was gentle, but hurried. She sensed he was impatient with her. Peeking down, she saw his cock still standing erect, and she thought she understood why he was rushing. She smiled when he picked her up again and was not at all surprised to find herself essentially tossed onto the mattress. No longer shy, she opened her legs in welcome. She was very ready for him to penetrate her. Mercy didn't believe she'd ever been so ready. Benjamin crawled over her, kissing his way up her body, until he was poised over her. She had the impression of a lion standing over his kill. She thrilled to realize she was his prey, his conquest. Mercy was eager to be conquered. He dragged his cock over her, between her legs, wetting himself in her leaking fluids. Mercy wanted to touch him, guide him home, but she wasn't yet ready to take that step. Benjamin had some talents, however. He moved his hips over her, positioning the head of his dick right at her entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward, easing into her. Mercy sighed at the feeling. For once, this was not uncomfortable. It felt wonderful. He filled her up, somehow completing her, as no penis had ever done before. She even lifted her hips to meet him as he entered. Mercy felt his balls touch her butt. His cock was fully seated. It was a wonderful, exciting knowledge. Benjamin was actually inside her. This had always been an annoying experience with Howard or previous boyfriends. She was usually offended that Mother Nature had made her to be a dick receptacle. But with Benjamin, it seemed just perfect. "Benjamin?" she asked. "Yes?" "Does it feel good to be inside me?" He laughed. "It feels marvelous." "I'm glad I seduced you." He started moving in her, slowly pulling back, pushing forward, pulling back again. She imagined his cock, opening her pussy up, gliding inside. Mercy closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his dick moving through her pussy lips, opening her up. She felt empty and bereft each time he backed away, and gloriously fulfilled when he pushed forward and filled her. "You're not wearing a condom," she said suddenly. Benjamin stilled immediately. "No. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'll run down to see if there's a shop that sells them." "No," Mercy said. "I wasn't complaining. I was just mentioning it. I've never had a penis in my vagina that wasn't wearing a condom. I think I like it." He was about to respond when she suddenly said, forcefully, "Dick. Cock. Pussy. Cunt. That's what they're called." "Um, yeah. Do you want me to stop?" "No, why?" Benjamin shook his head in confusion. "As you just pointed out, I'm not wearing a condom." "I don't want you to. I've never felt a naked cock in me before. I just thought it should be mentioned." "I might make you pregnant." Mercy smiled. "You might. I wouldn't mind." "Then I can keep going?" "Please do." Benjamin started moving again. Mercy moaned in delight as his cock slid easily in and out of her. "That's so nice," she said. 'Nice' wasn't quite the word in Benjamin's mind, but he was too overwhelmed in sensation to start thinking about vocabulary. He fucked her hard and fast, enjoying the soft little grunts she made each time he drove deep inside her. "I'm about to come," he panted. "Yes," she said. "Do that. Do it inside me," Mercy hummed. Two, three more thrusts would do it, he thought, but Mercy reached her climax first. She screamed in ecstasy as her whole body tensed and shuddered. And the soft, sudden squeeze of her cunt sent him over the edge. He hollered his own joy and poured himself into her. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," he groaned as he pumped her full of cum. They clung fiercely to each other as they rode through the orgasm. It was the strongest Benjamin had ever experienced. His mind was completely erased, replaced by the sensations of sexual nirvana. Had an earthquake started, he would not have been aware of it. As it faded, he and Mercy lay in each other's arms, boneless and exhausted. Benjamin thought he should probably withdraw from her, but he didn't have the energy to move. Perhaps if someone yelled, "Fire!" he might have been able to respond, but otherwise, he wasn't going anywhere. "You shouldn't blaspheme," Mercy mumbled into his shoulder. "Pardon?" "You took the Lord's name in vain when you were ejaculating," she criticized. "You probably shouldn't." Benjamin laughed. "That's my girl," he said. "Always ready to surprise me. What do you say to putting on one of the hotel robes and we go down to the restaurant for a late lunch?" "I can't," she reminded him. "I made a solemn vow. It's National Nude Day. I have to stay naked until midnight." "Right. Is that a real day?" "It's very real. And I'm celebrating. I shaved my pussy. I named my cat. I masturbated. I even had sex. None of that's usual for me, Benjamin." "I thoroughly enjoyed helping you out with that last part." She blushed. "So did I." "So what do you say we order room service, then explore the hotel balcony? You can be naked out there, can't you?" "People might see me." "People all over the city have seen you," he told her. "Did you notice the reporters at your apartment fire? You're going to be on the news, my girl." She thought about that. Finally, she nodded. "Ok. I'll be your girl." "That wasn't exactly what I...Never mind. Balcony or no?" "All right. Balcony." "We'll have to start thinking about getting you clothing after midnight," he said. "Hours away," Mercy responded. "And I should probably not leave this place for a couple of days. I can go nude for a few days, no problem. I think I've gotten over that particular hangup. My therapist would be very proud. I should call her." "Is there anything you need for these few days?" "My cat. He's homeless now. He'll be worried about me." "I'll go look for the cat," Benjamin promised. "What's his name?" "He doesn't have one yet. I have to work on that." "At midnight, if you're willing to go out, we'll find you some clothes and go hunting." "Are you going to stay with me until then?" "I was planning on it," he said. "Good. I would probably enjoy it if you would fuck me again."

The Academy by storyguy The Academy – 1 Beth was excited. The moment she had spent the last eight years studying for was finally here. She had been accepted into the Academy! There had been over 1000 applicants, the top from every school in the country, trying for only 100 openings in the class. She had worked hard to get in. When the rest of her friends had been having fun partying, she had been studying; when they were enjoying lazy summer vacations, she had been taking a full summer course load. Now she was joining the most elite in the country for special training at the Academy. She stood for a moment nervously looking at the Academy entrance. The building was huge. For the first time in her life, she was alone. Regulations required her to travel alone, without her parents, and not bring anything except a few necessities. It seemed strange to be going off to school with less than she might have carried with her on an overnight trip. She might have been alone, but she had been supervised the whole trip. A car had picked her up at her house and taken her to the airport. There she had been met by an Academy representative who had traveled with her on the plane and had dropped her at the entrance to the school. The representative had explained to her about the program. The Academy would provide everything for her. It was almost like a military academy without the military drill and customs. There was a uniform of sorts but the students were allowed some latitude. They would be provided a variety of things to wear but all clothing was supplied by the Academy and no “outside” clothing was allowed. Not wanting to be late, even though she didn’t really have an appointment, Beth walked up to the entrance and went in. Strangely there seemed to be very few people there. A quick glance around and she saw a desk along a side wall with a sign which read “Registration”. Beth walked over and a polite woman asked her name. “Elizabeth Arnold” she answered. The woman scanned down a sheet and said, “Oh yes, we’re expecting you. Let’s see… you’re only 13?” “Well, technically. My birthday is next week. I’ll be 14 then, but right now I’m still 13,” Beth answered. “That’s fine. You may be the youngest here though. Most are between 15 and 16 when they start. You must be very smart!” the woman complimented, making Beth blush a little. “The guide explained our program to you and explained the registration process?” the woman continued. Beth answered that she had. “OK, let’s get you started then. The first part is probably the worst. You’ll be taking a whole battery of intelligence tests and, of course, the physical also. You are going to hate today’s “fashions” – a hospital jonnie, but as soon as you finish they’ll have a change of clothes for you. The rest of your things will already be in your room when you get there.” She pointed to a door next to her desk, adding, “Go into room 3 and you will find the jonnie. Put it on and a guide will be in shortly to collect the clothing you’re now wearing and take you from there. Leave your bag here and I’ll have it brought to your room.” Beth handed the woman her bag and walked into the room the woman had pointed to. There she found a jonnie neatly folded on a small table, a chair, and a rack with hooks. As instructed, she began to take her clothes off. Although she new about the physical, it still made her uneasy. She had been through physicals before and new they didn’t hurt but they were still embarrassing. Quickly she took off her top, bra, and pants and quickly covered her nudity with the jonnie. She always hated them. They never really covered, especially in the back. She smiled as she looked up. On the wall was a sign – Yes, your shoes too. She sat down on the chair and dutifully took them off. The door opened as Beth was pulling her socks off. “Hi. I’m Linda. Are you ready?” Beth nodded. Linda placed a box on the floor and began to place Beth’s clothes into it. “I think we’re missing something,” Linda grinned. “You have to take all your clothes off.” Beth blushed as she stood up and pushed down the last protection her modesty had. Her panties fell to her ankles. Still blushing she picked them up off the floor and dropped them intro the box. “I know… I remember when I went through my physical I did the same thing,” Lynda consoled. Somehow Beth wasn’t consoled though. She still felt humiliated knowing she was completely naked save the jonnie, which could reveal her at any time. Fortunately she was small and the jonnie overlapped as much as possible. “OK, you can stay in here until they call you. When they do, just go out this way and turn right. There is a desk right there,” Linda instructed and then left the room. Beth nervously waited. A few minutes later, a woman called, “Arnold?” Beth stood up and walked out of the room. As soon as she turned right she stopped; a boy, dressed in a jonnie, was standing in front of the desk. “Elizabeth?” the woman behind the desk asked looking at Beth. Beth’s throat went dry, preventing her from speaking but she did manage a nod. “Well, come on,” the woman ordered. Beth shyly walked to the desk, keeping one hand on the jonnie making sure it didn’t open. “This is your partner, Nicolas Adams. Nicolas, this is Elizabeth Arnold.” Nick smiled at Beth weakly and said, “Hi.” Beth couldn’t believe he was there. She knew the school paired students but she never expected she’d be taking a physical with a boy. Beth had never even had a date. She had gone to an all girls private school and the closest she had ever come to a boy was if one sat next to her someplace. She had seen boys on the beach and had been seen in her one piece swim suit but she felt a lot more covered in that than she felt now. The woman behind the desk shoved a folder at Beth and Nick. “Keep these with you and give them to the doctor at each station. You will start by going into the room there. When the doctor comes in, hand your folders to him. Once he finishes, you will go to the next room and continue in that manner until you’re finished.” The woman, after pointing to a door, went back to her work and Beth and Nick walked into the room. They stood in the empty room for a moment before Beth finally spoke. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m being kinda rude to you not speaking. I just was a little surprised to see you standing there.” “That’s OK, Elizabeth,” Nick answered trying not to sound as nervous as he was. “Please don’t call me that. I hate the name Elizabeth. Everyone, except teachers, calls me Beth,” Beth said boldly, forgetting for a moment she was with a boy who was also probably naked under his jonnie. “OK, Beth, and you can call me Nick, OK?” he answered. Before Beth could say any more, the doctor entered the room. The two handed him their folders. He opened and studied them for a moment and then began a barrage of questions. He asked things like operations, tattoos, which made Nick smile, allergies, and many more questions with each answering “No”. Beth and Nick were standing shoulder to shoulder answering his questions. He then asked about birthmarks. Nick answered “No” but Beth had to tell the doctor she had one. When he asked where she turned bright red. “Um… ah… it’s on my bum,” she mumbled staring at the floor. The doctor stood and Beth thought the interview was over. Instead the doctor walked behind her and lifted the back of her jonnie, verifying her birthmark. Beth gasped as he did, turning scarlet. Granted, he was a doctor, but Nick was right there next to her. There was no way he could have seen anything but he had to have known the doctor had lifted her jonnie and looked at her birthmark. Nick also knew where the birthmark was. The doctor went back to the desk, wrote something in each of the folders, and handed them back telling the pair to go through a door into the next room. The next few hours went smoothly. The partners went through a battery of written tests and then eye tests, hearing tests, and then to what they were told was the last room. Beth had gotten used to Nick being with her but still was embarrassed about wearing the jonnie. They had time to talk some between doctors and found they really got along very well. They didn’t realize it but the school had actually used the preadmission tests and interviews to pair them. By the time they entered that last room, they both felt as though they had known each other for years. Neither would have picked the fashions they were wearing though but both were a little more relaxed by this time. Beth and Nick walked into that last room to find the doctor already there. He took their folders but just placed them on the desk without opening them. “I really don’t like working this station because it’s probably the least favorite,” the doctor began. “As you know, at the Academy we do everything as a group; sometimes a large group and sometimes just with partners, but never individuals. You two are partners and will be doing everything together. This is where it will start. Both of you may be embarrassed but try to keep the partner idea in mind.” Beth understood what the doctor was saying. The day had been rather embarrassing for her. Nick had proven himself to be a great partner though. He was intelligent, liked most of the same things she did, and seemed really nice. The doctor spoke again. “I always use the alphabet to see who goes first and, Nicholas, you’re the one. Please sit up on the exam table.” Nick jumped up on the table. Beth remained standing although she was still facing him. The doctor checked his reflexes and then reached behind Nick, untied the jonnie, and let it drop to Nick’s lap. Beth didn’t think anything of it as the doctor listened to his heart. “OK, jump down now,” the doctor instructed. Nick did as he was asked, holding onto the jonnie with one hand. “This is the tough part. Remember, everyone goes through it,” the doctor stated as he reached out for the jonnie. “Let go now,” the doctor told Nick. Thinking the doctor was going to hold up the jonnie, Nick released his grip. The doctor dropped the jonnie to the floor. Beth gasped. Just a few feet away from her Nick stood, now completely naked. He immediately bent down to grab the jonnie. “Stand up straight,” the doctor said softly but firmly. Nick, totally red in the face, slowly stood. His eyes shifted around the room but he never looked at Beth. Beth couldn’t believe what was happening. She was in a state of shock; frozen, unable to move anything, including her eyes. She had studied anatomy in school so knew what boys looked like but she had never even seen a baby boy let alone an older boy. His crotch was covered with hair. His penis hung limply down. His balls hung loosely beneath. Her initial shock wore off some and she looked down at the floor for a moment but raised her gaze some out of curiosity. The doctor put on a rubber glove and told Nick to open his legs a little. It was now time for Beth to blush. The doctor reached between Nick’s legs and began to prod his ball sack. A few seconds later, the doctor told Nick to get on the table again. This time he had Nick lie on his back while he prodded his belly. The room was arranged so that Beth was actually standing at the end of the table. Although she felt she shouldn’t look, Beth couldn’t seem to stop herself from watching the doctor examine Nick. After a few minutes the doctor told Nick to roll onto his side and pull his knees to his chest. As he did, the doctor squeezed something from a tube onto his asshole. “Try to relax,” the doctor told him. Beth’s eyes widened as the doctor pushed his finger into Nick’s ass. Her own ass clenched as he did. Beth was shocked as the doctor’s finger wiggled inside Nick for a moment and then pulled out. “All done,” the doctor announced as he handed Nick some tissue. Nick wiped himself then jumped down from the table. He looked at Beth and turned bright red. “You’re next, Elizabeth,” said the doctor looking at her. Suddenly Beth thought she was going to faint. “Sit up on the table,” the doctor told her. “Nicolas, please move over there,” the doctor ordered as he pointed to the spot Beth had been standing. Beth, not wishing to face Nick right now, moved toward the table, keeping her back to Nick. “Jump up,” the doctor ordered in a slightly irritated voice. Reluctantly Beth sat on the table. The doctor reached around her and pulled at the top tie of her jonnie. Instinctively she stopped it from falling. “Don’t be shy now,” the doctor stated. “I’m going to treat each of you the same. Now put your arms at your side.” “No… please…” Beth begged. The doctor gave her a stern look and Beth realized he was not going to give in. Slowly she dropped her arms letting the jonnie fall. “OK, now just try to relax and we’ll be done in no time. Take a deep breath,” the doctor reassured. As he listened to her heart and lungs, Beth looked up at Nick. He immediately dropped his gaze to the floor. The doctor then began to knead her breasts. Beth blushed as Nick looked up for a moment and then looked back at the floor. The doctor pulled his hands away and then told Beth to lie down on her back. She complied, staring up at the ceiling. Beth felt the jonnie being pulled down more, but, thankfully, the doctor didn’t pull it down all that far. He proceeded to prod her belly. Beth breathed a sigh of relief when the doctor told her to sit up. The jonnie was still covering her womanhood at least. He pulled the remaining string of her jonnie and added, “Move to the end of the table, please, and lie back down. As she did, he pulled the jonnie off her and threw it into a basket next to the table. Beth clamped her legs together as they hung over the edge of the table. Her eyes were also clamped shut. The doctor moved something and then Beth felt him touch her leg. Her eyes snapped open when the doctor pulled on her leg and told her to relax. “No!” she cried out. “Just relax,” the doctor said in a calming voice as he placed her leg in a stand next to the table. He then grabbed her other leg, placing it in a similar stand on the opposite side of the table. Beth’s face flushed knowing her virgin pussy was now in clear view. Suddenly something touched her. “What are you going to do!” she exclaimed. “Just relax. It won’t hurt. I’m just going to take a look inside,” the doctor answered. Beth gasped as something slid into her. Not only could Nick see her, he was now watching something go inside her. “When did your last period end?” the doctor questioned. Beth told him it had just ended. She felt humiliated having to admit it in front of Nick. “OK, we’re almost done. This may hurt slightly,” the doctor told Beth. The words were barely out of his mouth when Beth felt a stabbing pain deep in her belly. “Ow!” she cried out. The doctor pulled his instrument out of her and handed her a wad of tissues. “All done,” he smiled. “Hold the tissues on your vagina while I fill out your paperwork. You may have a little blood but there’s nothing to worry about.” He went over to his desk, leaving Beth still with her legs wide open. A few moments later he walked back to Beth and let her legs down. Beth, once free, stood up. The doctor took what looked like a bandage and stuck it on Beth’s lower belly, adding “You’ll find some clothes to wear in the next room.” The Academy – 2 Beth and Nick left the doctor’s room, both still nude. As they entered the next room, they saw a pile of clothing on a table. Both walked to the table and began to dress. “Did it hurt much?” Nick asked. “Huh?” Beth questioned. “When he did that stuff to you. You said ‘Ow’,” Nick explained. “Yeah, a little,” Beth blushed. “Did he hurt you?” “No, not really,” Nick answered, now blushing too. “I can’t believe he did that in front of you” “Well, they told me everybody was treated the same here but I didn’t think they meant that,” Beth stated as she pulled up the provided panties. Suddenly the door opened and a man walked in. Beth gasped and covered her still exposed breasts with her hands. “Oh, you’re not dressed yet. As soon as you are, come out and I’ll take you to your room.” The man then left. “Doesn’t anybody get privacy around here?” Beth complained. “They told me everything was open here… something about training,” Nick said. “I suppose… they told me that too. I guess we’ll get used to it,” Beth mumbled as she put a bra on. They finished dressing and went out to the waiting man. He led them out of the administration building and into one of the dorms. Opening the door, he told them, “This is your room. Your clothes are in the closets and bureaus. Nicolas, your bed is there and Elizabeth, that one is yours. The meal will be served in 15 minutes. Just go to the end of the hall. Your dining area is there.” He then left the two alone. Beth and Nick didn’t talk but instead went to their respective closets and drawers to inspect their clothes. Beth was amazed to find everything was the correct size. Although there were a variety of items, skirts, pants, tops, and jackets, they all seemed to be blue, yellow, or white. Blue and yellow were the school colors though. She opened a drawer and the dresser, which was evidently an underwear drawer. In it were a few simple white items and a note: “Where there are a variety of underwear styles, we have only provided you with a few items. You may stop into our school store and order the styles you wish. As always, both you and your partner must come in together.” Beth blushed at the prospect of going with a boy to pick out her underwear. She had never even bought any on her own; her mother had bought for her. “I can’t believe it! We have to go get my underwear together!” she complained. “Yeah, I got the same note,” Nick replied. “Let’s go eat.” The two walked down the hall and into the dining room. It looked more like a restaurant than a dining hall. Tables were set up seating 4 at each. The only indication it was a dining hall was the serving line. Beth and Nick went through the line and then sat at one of the empty tables. As soon as they sat down, another couple came to the table. “OK if we join you?” Beth and Nick agreed and the other two sat down. They explained they were the floor leaders and if Nick or Beth had any questions, the leaders were the ones to go to first. “Today’s your first day here, right?” The girl leader asked. “Yes,” Beth answered. “You had your physicals then…” the girl replied. Beth blushed. “I remember mine,” the girl continued. “I actually fainted. I woke up completely naked with not only my partner and the doctor standing over me but also the lead partners. I wanted to die I was so embarrassed! After a while, though, I got used to it. You will too. You’ll see naked students, and they’ll see you, all the time. It’s not like people just walk around nude though. The school has strict rules about that. Everybody has to be ‘decent’ all the time, but if you take a shower or something, someone other than your partner could see you then.” Beth’s jaw dropped. “Don’t worry about it,” the lead girl chuckled. “No one will do anything to you or touch you if you don’t want them too. I felt the same way at first. Some do stuff and some don’t. It really gets weird when a girl or boy has a lover that’s not their partner. There is a strict rule about going somewhere without your partner with you, so…” “They have orgies here?” Beth blurted. “I’d never let a boy touch me!” “Hey, lighten up. There are no orgies,” the lead boy commented. “Some engage in sex and some don’t. It’s up to you what you do or don’t do.” “They could get pregnant without precautions. Do they give those things out?” Nick questioned. “No need to. Everyone here is screened very closely. Besides, the bandage they put on Beth; every girl gets one. It’s a birth control patch.” “They put me on birth control??? Why?” Beth gasped. “I don’t need it!” “Every girl gets a patch,” the lead girl explained. “It does a lot more than just keep you from getting pregnant. Besides, it’s required once you graduate into the program. You wouldn’t want to get pregnant in space when you’ll be away for a few years or maybe more, right?” “You mean they expect you to do it when you’re on a mission?” Beth naively commented. “No, they don’t expect it but it does happen. Some are even married and in the program,” the lead girl explained. “I didn’t think of that,” Beth admitted. “I don’t like the idea of everyone being able to see me though.” “It’s all part of the training. On a mission, there might not enough space for separate living quarters for everyone. It’s just a fact of life. Part of your training is so you can still function under those circumstances,” The lead boy added. The four had finished eating and the lead partners stood. “If you have any more questions, we’re in room 1 of the floor. Feel free to stop in any time. …and don’t worry about things. You’ll be fine,” the lead girl said as the lead partners walked away. Beth and Nick remained at the table for a while talking, about everything except their day and the subjects the lead partners had brought up. The dining room was emptying so they too left and went back to their room. They continued talking for a while. Beth felt nature call and announced she had to go to the bathroom. “Do you know where the girls’ room is?” she asked Nick. “No, why don’t you ask the leads?” Nick suggested. Beth headed down the hall and knocked on the leads’ door. The girl answered the door and Beth asked her question. The girl smiled. “First of all, you’re not supposed to go anywhere without your partner. Naturally, if you wake up in the middle of the night or something, they don’t expect you to wake up your partner, but during ‘normal’ hours, you two are supposed to be together. There isn’t really a girls’ room or boys’ room. The bathroom is just down the hall from your room. It’s the one with the yellow door. …and he has to go in with you too.” Beth thanked the lead girl and went back to her room. She still had to go but was too embarrassed to tell Nick he had to not only go with her but she had to have him there when she went. The two began chatting again with Beth attempting to delay the inevitable as long as she could. Finally the urge became too great. “You know how they said we had to be with our partners all the time?” she said to Nick, knowing he knew the answer but not knowing how to say what needed to be said. Nick acknowledged he was familiar with the rule. “Well, I really have to go…” Beth commented. “So? Go ahead,” Nick said, very puzzled. “You gotta go with me,” Beth blushed. “Oh,” Nick answered. He followed her out of the room to the floor bathroom. Nick stood to the side as Beth opened the door. She walked in and quickly realized Nick wasn’t going to follow her. She had already been warned about him having to actually go in. “You gotta come in too,” she said meekly. Beth moved aside and Nick stepped inside. Beth was so consumed with her own plight she hadn’t yet become aware they weren’t the only ones in the bathroom. She saw Nick’s jaw dropped and turned to see what he was looking at. She gasped as a boy just getting out of the shower smiled at her. Next to him was a girl and both were still completely naked except for the occasional cover provided by their towels as they dried off. Beth’s eyes widened; the boy was hard. Of course, she knew what erections were and had even seen drawings. She had also seen Nick earlier that day but he was soft then. She had no idea boys got so big. He seemed huge to her. Suddenly Beth was knocked off balance by being hit with the door. She managed to stay on her feet and another couple walked passed her muttering, “Sorry.” “Hey, you guys coming to our room tonight?” one of the girls asked the nude couple as her partner walked up to a urinal. “Yeah, give us a half an hour, OK?” the nude boy answered as he pulled on a pair of boxers. “Hi,” he said looking at Beth and Nick. “You’re the new partners, right?” Try as she might, Beth couldn’t find her voice but did manage to nod. “Come on,” the recently nude girl said. “I still have to dry my hair.” With that both couples left. Beth was still in shock. She had just seen the second nude boy of her life and he had talked to her like nothing was unusual. Although obviously upset, that urged made itself aware again. Beth looked around the room. There was a large, evidently community shower on one end. Along one wall were a row of sinks. Across the front were a few urinals and along the remaining wall there were toilets. None were in stalls though; just lined up along the wall and open. Beth shuddered at the prospect but knew there was no choice now. She walked up to one of the toilets, turned, and looked at Nick, who was now watching her. He turned away from her and walked to one of the urinals. Beth nervously looked around once more. Only Nick and she were now there. Quickly she pushed her pants down, sat, did what had to be done, and stood up. As she did, Nick turned and caught her with her pants still at her knees. “Sorry,” Nick muttered as he quickly turned away. “It’s OK,” Beth said as she pulled her pants back up. “I know you’ve already seen me, much more than I would have liked maybe, but I’m still a little shy.” Nick remained facing the wall until Beth tapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s go back to the room. I’m tired.” Nick smiled at her and the two walked back to the room. Another awkward moment happened back at their room. They had been sitting on their beds, facing each other, and chatting some. Beth was getting very tired though. The stress of the day had taken its toll on her. She had been provided nightgowns. They were in her drawer. In the school handbook it had stated students were to place the garments they had worn during the day into a chute in the room. A laundry serving was provided. The problem was changing into her nightgown with Nick there. After stalling for as long as she could, Beth had to face the inevitable – changing in front of Nick. She walked to the drawer, pulled a nightgown out, and turned to face Nick again. “I guess we’d better get ready for bed.” “Yeah, it’s getting late,” Nick commented. The moment of truth had arrived for Beth. She took a deep breath and reached for the buttons on her blouse. Slowly she began unbuttoning. Her knees were shaking as she reached the last button. Nervously she looked up at Nick as she began to slide the blouse off her shoulders. Nick watched as Beth started to undress. This was different than before. It was just the two of them now. He felt his erection grow as her buttons opened to reveal her bra covered breasts. By the time her blouse hit the bed, he was rock hard. Out of embarrassment from his predicament, he stood and walked to his drawer and pulled out a pair of pajamas. He too was embarrassed to undress in front of Beth but knew there was no way to avoid it. As much as he wanted to see her naked again, he couldn’t let her see his erection so he changed facing his dresser and away from her. Beth undid her pants as Nick walked to his dresser. Resigning herself to the fact she had no choice but to change in front of him, she pushed her pants down to the floor and stepped out of them. She stood for a moment in just her panties and bra mustering the courage to remove those final barriers. Nick stood in front of her, still facing away, with his shirt off. Beth watched as his pants fell to the floor. Taking a deep breath, she reached behind her back to her bra strap and unhooked it. She hesitated again, knowing she was about to reveal her breasts with a boy standing just a few feet from her. Her heart was beating so hard she thought Nick might be able to hear it. To her it was drowning out the muffled sounds of the dorm. Her face flushed as Nick pushed his underwear down, revealing his naked ass to her. His apparent courage gave her the needed boost to let her bra slide down her arms. She caught it with her hand and tossed it onto the bed. Nick bent slightly, giving her a brief look at his ball sack before pulling up his pajama bottoms. Knowing he would soon turn around and having her courage waning, Beth grabbed her nightgown and hastily pulled it over her head. As it dropped, Nick turned. He buttoned his pajama top as he looked back at Beth. She smiled nervously as she reached up and grabbed the waistband of her panties. With a quick pull on them, they crumpled at her ankles. She bent down and picked them up. Turning away from Nick, Beth gathered her clothes and proceeded to put them in the chute. Nick was right behind her. The two, in silence, climbed into their beds. Beth was the first to turn out her light. Once settled, Nick turned his out also. For a moment the two remained quiet in the darkness of the room. “Nick?” Beth said softly. “Yes,” he answered. “Thanks for not watching me get undressed,” Beth whispered. Within minutes both had fallen asleep. The Academy – 3 The dorm wake up call had come at 7AM. First class was at 8AM which gave them an hour to dress, eat, and get to their classroom. There was ample time but not much to spare. The morning also brought more awkward moments. This time it was Nick who was suffering. As was usual for most boys his age, he woke up with the typical morning hardon. Beth was already out of bed and at her closet. Hoping he could get out of bed and into his clothes before she turned around, Nick threw off the blankets and jumped to his feet. Beth, hearing the commotion behind her, turned to Nick. She opened her mouth to say “Good morning” but the only thing that came out was, “Um…” Nick hadn’t even given it a second thought but his pajama bottom fly was only a thin piece on material overlapping another. His leap from the bed, and the twisting, had caused his erection to snake out. Beth turned to see Nick standing with his cock stiffly poking out of his pajama bottoms. She didn’t know what to do. Nick was standing completely unaware of his exposure. Beth’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t help but stare. Nick was initially unaware. He looked at Beth and followed her gaze. It finally hit him what she was looking at. Quickly he stuffed the offending appendage back into his pajamas. Although now hidden, its hardness made it still very obvious. Nick turned bright red, muttering, “Sorry.” His sudden movement jarred Beth back to reality. She also turned bright red. “Ah… um… I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to look!” she stammered. “It’s just, um… you… I mean I…” Somehow she just couldn’t manage to get anything out. Quickly she turned her back to him and began to dress. In her panic, she didn’t concern herself about him seeing her. She ripped her nightgown off, completely exposing herself, and dressed. She had no idea, nor did she even care if he was watching her or not. Beth sat down on the bed and put her shoes on; her back still toward Nick, or at least she assumed it was. Neither had said anything for the 5 minutes it took to dress. She sat on the bed for what seemed like hours before she finally had the courage to speak. “You ready? I’ve got to go to the bathroom and we’ve got to eat.” “OK, I’m all ready,” Nick replied softly. Beth still couldn’t face him. She walked to the door, opened it, and left the room, hoping Nick was following her. It wasn’t until she pushed open the bathroom door that she knew he was there; the door stayed open instead of closing quickly behind her. She walked to a toilet and finally turned to face Nick. “I’m really sorry I looked at you,” she apologized. “It’s OK,” Nick mumbled, still embarrassed by the whole incident. His words did little to quell the guilty feeling Beth had. Somehow she had to make it up to him. Beth was still staring at the floor, still not able to look at Nick, save the quick glance when she had told him how sorry she was. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. A thought came to her as to how she could make things “even” between them. For only the second time, she looked up at Nick. He was still standing by the door staring at the floor. “Nick?” she called. As he looked up, she lifted her skirt. Her panties were at her knees. She never dreamed she’d be doing such a thing, but she had looked at him. Rationalizing she owed it to him, she stood before him for a few moments, holding her shirt up and letting him look at her. He smiled slightly and she sat down, satisfied they were even and finally relaxed. After going, she stood and carefully pulled her panties up; taking care to try and keep herself covered this time. The two washed and went to the dining hall. After going through the serving line, they sat at an empty table. This time no one sat with them. “Why did you do that?” Nick asked after a couple of minutes. “Do what?” Beth questioned. “Pull your skirt up and let me look at you,” he replied softly. Even though she had done it intentionally, Beth blushed at the question. “I thought you deserved to look at me. I looked at you this morning and I didn’t want you to think… um… feel bad.” ”I didn’t do it intentionally,” Nick quickly replied. “It was an accident… really… I didn’t know.” “I know you didn’t. Even so…” Beth whispered. She was interrupted by the lead partners. “You’d better hurry. You’ve only got 10 minutes to get to class and you don’t want to be late your first day.” “Oh, we didn’t realize the time. Thanks!” Nick replied and the two stood and headed for the door. “Are you like that a lot?” Beth asked in a quiet voice. “Like what?” “You know… Like you were this morning,” Beth clumsily explained. “No,” Nick lied as they headed toward their classroom. The rest of the day went smoothly. Where it had been the first day, most of their classes had been kind of an overview of what they had been studying. Beth was amazed when the anatomy teacher told them they would become completely familiar with the human body. The teacher told them he assumed the students all had a basic knowledge of worms, frogs, and the other usual lab animals. This class would concentrate on humans. Beth was a little frightened by his remarks and she wondered if the class would turn out to become a premed class. The partners were tired after their long day of classes. At this school, there were no study periods or “gravy” classes. The days were long also. Classes began at 9AM. The only break during the day was a 45 minute lunch break and classes went until 4:30PM. Both flopped on their beds after returning from their last class. It wasn’t they were physically tired but both were mentally exhausted. They stayed in silence for a few minutes. “Nick, are you still awake?” Beth muttered, breaking the silence. “Yeah… I’m just resting my eyes,” Nick replied. “Let’s eat as soon as the dining hall opens. I just want to veg out tonight and rest, OK? We can turn on the TV or something,” Beth suggested. “Sounds good to me,” Nick agreed. “The dining hall will be open in 5 minutes. Let’s go wash up and we can be in there first.” The two headed out the door to the bathroom. They walked in, expecting to be alone but discovered the lead couple was in there too. “How was your first day?” the lead girl asked. “Great!” Nick answered. “Yeah. Some of the classes look tough but we should have no problems,” Beth answered. “I’m going to jump into the shower for a minute,” the lead boy called out from the shower area. Beth should have known he was there but still wasn’t used to partners always being together. She looked in the lead boy’s direction, planning on greeting him, and was shocked. Her timing was perfect; or maybe completely wrong? As she glanced around the lead girl to see him, his pants and underwear dropped. “So you think you’ll like it here?” the lead boy yelled up to Beth. Beth had every intention of looking away until he spoke. Now she had a dilemma. Should she turn from him and risk appearing like she was ignoring him or continue her conversation as he nonchalantly undressed right before her eyes? By now she was familiar with the living conditions at the school and didn’t want the reputation for being a snob or, even worse, being labeled as ignorant. “Yes, very much! I’ve dreamed of getting accepted here almost all my life,” she answered. The lead boy was now completely nude but still talking to her like nothing was unusual. Beth was embarrassed, not so much by his nudity but by her reaction to it. She admired his physique. He was fairly tall, very cut, and very handsome. He reminded her of a Greek statue standing there, with one big difference – he wasn’t made of stone. Her admiring eyes dropped to see what she considered to be a very large penis hanging limply between his legs, topped by a very dark and thick growth of body hair. “Well, I’m glad you made it then. The school is very hard but most do make it through. Competition is so great only the best get in. I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’ve got a good partner too. I don’t know if he told you but his sister graduated from here two years ago. She set a couple of academic records and word is he’s more intelligent than she is,” the lead boy told Beth. As his last sentence finished, he stepped under a shower head and turned on the water, making any further conversation impossible. Beth continued to look at him until she realized she was again staring at a nude boy. “Let’s go eat, Nick, I’m starved,” she blurted at she headed toward the door. Nick turned and, after saying his good byes, followed her out the door. During their meal, Beth and Nick chatted about their classes. The vision of the lead boy kept popping into Beth’s head though. This time there had been no embarrassment for her to suffer through. She had remained completely covered while her Greek god had revealed his magnificent body to her. She had been uneasy standing there as he undressed but she would have gladly paid that price to see his body again. As her mind wandered, the conversation faded. “Beth, are you OK?” Nick asked. Beth suddenly realized she had no idea what Nick had said before that or even if he had said anything. “Yeah, I’m just tired. Sorry,” she excused herself. “Let’s go back to the room,” he suggested. The partners walked down the hall and into the room in silence. Nick walked over to the small TV and turned it on. There was a movie starting. “This OK?” he asked. Beth nodded. He turned and lay down on his bed as the movie began. They hadn’t talked at all through the movie and a second one was now starting. “Nice! I’ve heard this is really good!” Nick blurted as the second started. Beth tried to concentrate on the movie but couldn’t get the lead boy’s image out of her mind. That vision, combined with the fact she hadn’t masturbated in three days proved too much. She looked over at Nick. He seemed to be completely engrossed in the movie. “I think I’ll turn in early tonight,” she announced as she climbed off her bed. She expected a response from Nick but there was none. Glancing over at him she saw he was still watching the movie. Walking to her drawer, she pulled a nightgown out. Even though he had already seen her, Beth was still nervous about changing in front of him. Last night hadn’t been too bad with Nick facing away from her. Although he had still been in the room, she knew there was no way he could have seen her. Beth knew she would have to change again and had hoped it would be a repeat of the previous night. Unfortunately Nick hadn’t cooperated. With no other alternative, Beth slowly began to unbutton her top. She kept a close eye on Nick to see if he would sneak a peak at her but he remained concentrated on the TV. Beth slipped the top off her shoulders and hesitated to see if Nick would look. Seemingly satisfied, she let the top slide off her arms, gently put the top on her bed, and reached for her skirt clasp. Once she had her skirt unhooked, she again hesitated. Nick still hadn’t moved so she took the final step and her skirt hit the floor. Instinctively her hand covered her crotch. Her underwear was the next to come off. Beth debated whether to remain facing Nick to make sure he wouldn’t look at her or not. She realized there was no way of stopping him and if she told him not to look he probably would look at her to answer. Her best option, she thought, was to just face away from him. As she reached for her bra clasps, she faced the wall. The bra slid down her arms and she let it fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into her panties knowing, if he was watching, he hadn’t really seen anything yet but he was about to. Hoping the movie was occupying his and the darkness of the room sufficient cover, Beth pushed the panties down over her ass. In her attempt to retain as much modesty as she could, Beth had clamped her legs together as tightly as she could. It had seemed like a good idea but Beth soon discovered she couldn’t get the panties off without at least opening her legs a little. Trying to keep the spread at a minimum, Beth found herself struggling to get the panties off. It was bad enough just undressing with Nick there with her but now she felt foolish having such a hard time getting her clothes off. Finally the panties fell to the floor. Beth was completely naked but at least her back was toward Nick. The “important stuff” was out of his view. Panic suddenly rushed through her. Her nightgown was on her bed - somewhere. She had reached behind her to retrieve it but it wasn’t where she thought it would be. Now she had a real problem. Knowing she couldn’t just stand there naked for the rest of the night, she turned to grab her nightgown. She blushed when she realized it had only been about an inch from where she had felt for it. Beth looked up to see Nick now looking at her. A nervous smile came over her face. There was nothing to say though. She quickly picked up her nightgown and threw it over her head. She hadn’t even unfolded it. Unfortunately, instead of following down the way it should have, the nightgown knotted around her head. It felt like hours before she finally got it untangled and it gracefully fell, covering her. Once again Nick had gotten an eyeful of her. Quickly she gathered up her clothes and stuffed them into the chute. “Well, good night,” Beth nervously chuckled as she climbed into her bed. She faced her wall as she just couldn’t face Nick after the “show” she had just put on for him. She felt completely humiliated. It took a while but Beth finally settled. The TV was still on in the background. She wanted to go to sleep but it was keeping her awake, even though the sound was very soft. Where it was still rather early, she thought it would be unfair to ask him to turn it off. Lying in bed her mind began to wander again. She replayed the scene of the lead boy getting undressed in her head again. The vision of his well formed, nude body was vivid; his perfect muscles, handsome face, and the wonderful parts between his legs. The TV turning off erased the vision. She heard Nick’s clothes rustling and knew he was getting undressed. In her present state she wanted to roll over and watch him but knew such a move would be much too obvious. Instead she tried to imagine what he must look like. She envisioned him taking his shirt off and revealing his boyish, but still nice chest. His pants would be next, revealing the hard cock she had seen that morning straining against his underpants. Trying to move as little as possible, Beth tugged up her nightgown until she could get to her now wet pussy. Her hand slid between her legs as, in her mind, Nick’s hands went to his briefs. She pictured him slowly pushing them down as his erection stretched up as if it was trying to reach the surface of the sea to get air. Her finger flicked her protruding clit as Nick’s underwear fell down his well formed legs in her mind. Her belly began to flutter as she imagined Nick standing straight up, his legs parted slightly instead of covering himself. She formed the vision of him standing proudly, like a ruler, completely naked, his cock at attention, as he looked and admired her body. Beth’s release finally hit. Her finger jammed into her love channel. She had waited too long for this. Her body almost shook as the waves of pleasure overtook her. “Beth! Are you alright?” Nick gasped. Beth snapped her hand from her spasming pussy and rolled over toward Nick. He was standing in the dim light of the room staring at her. Her mind had been quicker than he had been. He still had his underpants on. “Huh?” was all she could get out. “You started groaning. Are you alright?” Nick questioned. Beth’s face immediately turned red. She hadn’t realized it but she must have made noises when she climaxed. “Um… ah… yeah… I… um… had a cramp, that’s all,” she stammered. “I’m OK now. Thanks.” Nick continued to watch her for a moment but didn’t say anything else. Beth wanted to face away from him so she didn’t have to remind herself he had just heard her masturbate but didn’t want to risk drawing any more attention to herself – she had enough for one night. Nick’s attention finally left her. Beth’s eyes widened when, instead of facing away from her, Nick pushed his briefs down. Her eyes immediately went to his package. His cock wasn’t stiff this time. Instead it hung loosely in front of his ball sack. Beth smiled. Nick didn’t have the body the lead boy had, but for his age, he was quite nice. Beth figured he must have thought she had fallen asleep. She had closed her eyes when she had been caught and hadn’t moved. Nick didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get into his pajamas. Beth kept her head still but followed him with her eyes as he picked up his clothes and walked naked to the chute. He then turned and walked to his drawer, giving her a view of his young but already muscular ass. He pulled out a pair of pajamas and slowly put them on. Now ready he climbed into his bed.

The Right Smartwatch By SuperEvil Chapter 9: Little Match Maker Matt woke up early enough to go have breakfast with his mom and cousins. “Girls, You mom called me last night. She will be here this afternoon to take you home.” his mom said. Matt would be sorry to see them go, and not just because he liked looking at them naked. He had really grown fondly of them over this week, even taken much more of a liking to Mary. Mary smiled to herself. Sure, she had kind of gotten used to being naked now, but knowing she would be going home to her clothes felt so good. She did have to admit to herself she felt more confident now, but hey, she could probably go naked when she wanted, and it would be her choice from now on. Beth was just glad to know she would have her own bed to herself again. Somehow Mary seemed to always hog all the covers, even though they each had their own blanket. Soon, his mom and cousins were off to work and school. He hadn’t beat his sister into the shower, so still had to wait for her. He just sat with her, chatting as she ate her own breakfast. “Oh. Here squirt.” He held out his lunch money for her. “Oh, you don’t need to, Matt. I asked mom for a little extra money, said it was for the book fair, and I’ve been using that shoe trick you told me about. She hasn’t caught on yet. She may be a lot bigger than the rest of us, but she’s also a lot dumber too.” “That’s not nice, Cindy. I mean, maybe there’s a reason she’s like that.” “Yeah. Sorry. It’s just, she’s so mean.” “I know. I’m not making excuses for her. I’m sure someone will do something about her at some point.” Cindy was off to school, and Matt was off soon after. Jenny and him didn’t get much privacy on the bus, but still took the time to make out. Even though they weren't supposed to, the bus driver never said anything about things like that. Karen was off at a ‘club meeting’ and Paul really did need help with math, so the two got to eat lunch alone together. “So my cousins are going home today. Want to come over for dinner? It will probably be the last time we see them for a while.” “Sure. Your house is going to feel so empty without them, and I bet you’re going to miss the view. Huh?” “Jenny, you’re really the only view I need.” They got home around the usual time, going to Matt’s house, and Jenny stripped her clothes off like usual. “So, it’s really warmed up outside. Want to go sit in the backyard?” Jenny said, once naked. “You really want to go outside like that? What if the neighbors see you?” “I’m sure they already have, but if I don’t see them, I can pretend they haven't seen me.” “Alright. Ladies first.” He said, a little sceptical, holding the kitchen door open for her. They sat at the patio table, just chatting about their school day. “So, for that history project. Did you want to be my partner? Or were you going to team with Paul?” “Well, don’t tell him I said this. Paul may suck at math, but he’s not very good at history either. I mean he loves science and geography, so he’ll probably do well for himself some day. But even if he was good, I’d rather work with you.” “Alright. So we’re partners, then.” she said, smiling at him, the same way she had smiled at him when she felt free. “Yeah. Plus there are a lot of benefits I can think of. Like you live right next door, so I don’t have to walk far. And you’re really smart, so I can probably just coast along and let you do all the work.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “That’s right. You’re the pretty one. I’m the smart one. Glad we have that clear.” “Why don’t we both just be pretty and smart?” “Ok. Deal.” She stuck her hand out to shake his, but he just leaned in for a kiss. The two headed back inside just as Cindy got home from school. “Hey squirt. How’d school go for you?” Cindy started taking her clothes off, once the door was shut. “Pretty good. Jessica invited me over for dinner tonight. I’m going to head over their now though.” “Oh. You know Mary and Beth are going home tonight. You better talk to mom first. I think she’s making a dinner for them and Aunt Patty.” “I talked with mom already. She’s ok with it. I’ll be back here before they go to say goodbye.” “Ok, squirt. See you later.” Just as Cindy was about to open the door, there was a knock from it. “Oh, hi Jake.” she said to her classmate, after opening the door. “Hey Cindy. Your mom still making you go naked?” He said, looking over his naked female classmate, making her blush a little. “I wouldn’t say she’s making me. I like being a nudist, at home at least. And I kind of want to try it out in other places too. Like the beach or the pool. Anyway, Jessica invited me over. Would you like to come with me over to her house? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.” Cindy knew Jessica had a bit of a crush on Jake, and after helping to get Matt and Jenny together, felt like a little match maker, and she knew just how to do it. Jessica was a nudist like her, as far as she knew, so it shouldn’t really matter. Cindy waved at her brother and Jenny, then stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her. “You’re not going to get dressed before going over there?” Jake said, looking at her a little wide eyed. “Nah. It’s just across the street. I’d just end up taking my clothes off once I got over there anyway.” The two walked across the street, and Cindy rang the doorbell. A car drove by while they waited, honking its horn at the naked girl, but she just waved. “Wow, you are so brave, Cindy.” Cindy just beamed at hearing that. Unbeknownst to Cindy, Mrs. Miller had implemented the naked girl rule at her house as well. Jessica came down the stairs, opening the door, expecting to only see Cindy, but was shocked to see her male classmate standing there with her. Jake and Jessica both locked eyes for a few seconds, then Jessica screamed and slammed the door shut. Cindy pounded on the door. “Come on, Jessica. Open up.” This was better than she expected. Her friend was already naked, so she wouldn’t have to convince her to get undressed. “What’s he doing here!?” Jessica yelled from the other side of the door. “He came over to say hello to you. Come on. He’s already seen you.” “Maybe I should go.” Jake said, sensing how uncomfortable Jessica had been to see him. “No!” Cindy said, louder than she meant to. “I bet she’s just fixing her hair or something.” Jessica peeked out the window at them. They were still just standing there. Against her better judgement, she opened the door, using her free arm to cover her little boobs, and hiding the rest of her body with the door. “About time.” Cindy said, pushing her way into the house. Jessica had planned to just tell the two to go home, but Cindy wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of her plan. Jake followed her in, turning back to look Jessica up and down while she shut the door. Jessica turned around, covering her pubic area now, as well. She was blushing really hard now. Matt was the only boy to have seen her like this so far, but she never felt embarrassed in front of him for some reason. “Come on, Jess. You can’t stay like that all night. Like my Aunt Patty said, when my two cousins came over, to just lower your arms and get used to it. Just do it quick, like pulling off a bandaid.” “I don’t know, Cindy. I’m not as brave as you are.” “You think I was always this brave? I was as scared as you are, the first time Jake saw me like this, but I got over it pretty quickly.” Jessica still didn’t seem to be budging. “Ok. How about this. Jake, close your eyes and turn around. No peeking!” So he did. Cindy seemed confident in what she was doing, so he was just going to go along with her. “Remember. No peeking. Now, Jessica. Lower your arms to your side.” She hesitated for a second, then lowered her arms. “See, not so bad... JAKE! LOOK QUICK!” Jake spun back around, catching a glimpse of Jessica’s naked body, before she yelped and covered herself back up. Cindy giggled a little at her friend's reaction, and said. “There, now he’s seen you twice. Come on, Jess.” she still seemed to be hesitating, almost dropping her arms, but then held firm. Cindy decided to use a different tactic. “I can’t believe you're acting like this, after what we talked about this morning.” She turned to speak to Jake. “She told me just this morning she wanted to show off to you. She said you were really cute and she even admitted to...” Jessica rushed over to cover Cindy’s mouth with her hand, grabbing her shoulder with the other. “I can’t believe you almost told him that.” “Told me what?” Jake said, looking over Jessica’s nude body, now uncovered. He was blushing a little at knowing she thought he was cute, but seeing her like this, he thought she was way more than cute. Jessica looked at him, opening her eyes wide, realising she was now uncovered, and blushed as hard as she ever had. Cindy pulled her hand from her mouth. “See, you’re doing great already.” She hugged her naked friend. Jake was REALLY enjoying this now. Cindy turned her a little, to face Jake. “Now, you just let Jake take a good long look at you, and then you will get used to it.” Jessica still had her one hand on Cindy’s shoulder, holding on tightly, and her other and had ended up over her stomach. She just shut her eyes, not wanting to look at Jake checking her out like this. “Jessica, you are probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen naked. I mean, ever seen.” He kicked himself for saying naked, then remembered Cindy was there as well. “Uh, sorry. No offence Cindy.” “That’s alright.” Cindy had her own boy she liked, she didn’t feel too bad about what he said, wanting to get the two together. But she wouldn’t let it go completely. “You’re probably the second best looking boy I’ve seen, since Dillan has a bigger...” “HEY! He does not!” Jake interrupted her. “A bigger what?” Jessica gasped, just realizing, and turned back to Cindy. “You’ve seen him naked!? Can I talk to you alone for a minute?” Jessica said, dragging her friend to the kitchen. When they were alone, Jessica looked at her friend, a little teary eyed, “So, is he your boyfriend now?” “What! No, eww. Not eww, but you know what I mean. I know you like him, and you know I like someone else. I wouldn’t try to steal him from you or whatever you are thinking. He and his brother came over last Sunday, when I was naked in the backyard. We went up to my room to hang out after dinner. Dillan pulled his pants down, showing me his thing, and then Jake offered to show me his if I...” “If you what?” “If I played with myself in front of them.” “Oh my god! You didn’t!” Jessica was giggling a little. “Well, I was just so worked up, being naked in front of them. Like way more than usual. I mean you know what it’s like, when you’re naked in front of my brother.” Jessica nodded her head. “But not enough to do that in front of him!” She was giggling hard now. “So you didn’t touch them?” Cindy shook her head. “Did they touch you?” “Well... Just a little, only on the outside. Mostly Dillan. I think Jake was a little intimidated.” “Alright, I’ll forgive you. Just promise me that he will never touch you again like that.” “Deal.” The two friends smiled at each other, and shook hands, then gave each other a hug. Meanwhile, Jake had sat down on the couch in the living room, waiting for his two friends to come back out. He was a little surprised to see Jessica’s older sister walk down the stairs, naked as well. “Oh, uh, hi.” Katie said, blushing as the younger boy looked her over. “You must be a friend of my sisters.” “Wow. Are you a nudist too?” “Um, well. Yeah, kinda.” She didn’t want to admit to the embarrassing rule now in place. If her sister hadn’t told him, she wasn’t going to do it. “Wow. Cool. Is Jessica a nudist too?” He had been so caught up in seeing Jessica naked, that he hadn't even thought to ask why she was naked. “Um, well, you should probably ask her. She may have her own reasons.” Katie turned to walk into the kitchen, to grab the drink she had come down for. Seeing the two girls in the kitchen, she walked over to her sister, a little angry. “Hey! I thought we had a deal. We said we wouldn’t invite anyone over without telling each other, and absolutely no boys.” “It was my fault.” Cindy started to say. “I invited him over without telling Jessica. Don’t be mad at her.” “You may like being naked, but the rest of the world doesn’t, Cindy. I can’t believe you would do that. Why would you invite him here?” “Well, I didn’t know you guys would be naked. Hey, why are you guys naked?” “Our mom made the same rule here as in your place. All girls have to be naked. It seems to be contagious or something. Jenny said she had the same rule at her place too.” Katie explained to her. “Yeah, well, rule or not, I would have still gone naked. Anyway, I invited him over cause Jess has a crush on him.” “Why would you tell her that! I told you that in secret!” “Sorry Jessica, but she’s your sister. She needs to know these things so she can help you.” “Wow. You let the boy you have a crush on see you naked. Jess, I didn’t know you were so brave. That takes a lot of guts. I don’t think I could even do that.” “What? You’re the bravest person I know, Katie. I don’t think I’ve seen you cover up once while naked.” “Yeah, well. I always want to, I just feel like I can’t, or shouldn’t.” Unbeknownst to the girls, Jake had been eavesdropping on their conversion. Jessica has a crush on him!? All girls have to be naked!? He needed to start spending way more time with Jessica, particularly at her house. The girls started to walk over to the door, causing Jake to rush over and leap onto the couch, hoping they hadn’t seen him. The girls hadn’t seemed to notice, so he hoped he was in the clear. Jake still kept all his focus on Jessica. Jessica was still feeling pretty embarrassed about him looking at her, but decided to let him look. Maybe she could ask him for the same deal he made with Cindy? Katie wanted to help her sister out, and knew she needed to get the two talking. “So how is, uh, 6th grade is it?” she said, looking directly at Jake. “Yeah. It’s pretty good, I guess. Boring sometimes.” Jake answered her. “So you guys are all in the same class?” Katie said, turning to her sister. “Yeah.” Jessica said. “You know, my sister is really good at spelling. She loves taking those tests every week.” She said to Jake again. “Sure, but she’s not the best at it. I am. I’ve gotten 100% on the last 5 tests.” Jake said. “Hey. I’ve gotten 100% on four out of those, plus my spelling grade is better than yours.” “Yeah, well, we only have a few more tests left this year. I know I can beat you.” Katie turned to Cindy, and whispered “Come on, let’s leave them alone.” Cindy nodded her head, following Katie up to her room. -------- Matt got up to answer the door, letting his Aunt Patty in. He was about to shut the door, but a hand reached in, stopping him. “Hold on there, champ.” Uh oh. It was his Uncle Brian. Matt wasn’t expecting him to be there. “Daddy!” Beth yelled, running over to give him a hug. Mary came over, standing naked in front of her father, not sure how he would react. Brian looked over his oldest daughter, then opened his arms, giving her a big smile. Mary ran over, giving him a hug just as big as her sister’s. Brian had been furious when he first heard about his sister in laws naked girl rule, almost speeding over to bring the girls back home. His wife however had calmed him down, explaining how happy Cindy seemed to be as a nudist. Later on, she had surprised him, by attending their dinner for two in the nude, explaining why it was not a big deal for girls, or women, to be naked. Brian’s father was stuck in bed, in their guest room, so she felt pretty safe moving around the house like that. Brian took the time to look over his two daughters. They reminded him so much of their mother. They really were both quite beautiful. Maybe this naked girl rule had some merit. Matt was a little nervous about his uncle being there now. He didn’t seem to be angry though, like he thought he would have been. He wondered how he would react to seeing Jenny. Brian went over to whisper in his wife’s ear. “Stop it, Brian.” she said, blushing at him. “No, Trish. We had a deal.” “Come on, Brian. Now isn’t the right time.” “Patrisha.” He said, in a stern voice. Just then, Matt’s mother came down the stairs, in her usual attire now, completely naked. “I think now is the perfect time.” He said, looking over his sister in law, before grinning at his wife. “Oh! Brian. I didn’t know you were coming. Sorry. I’ll go...” Karen said, blushing as her brother in law looked her over. “Karen, this is your house. You can dress however you like.” He said, grinning at her. Patty went over to her sister, grabbing her arm. “Please, come into the kitchen with me, sis. I really need your help with something. You too girls.” she said to her daughters. The four went into the kitchen, leaving the two males alone. “So champ. This is quite a big development huh? You handling it alright?” His uncle sat down next to him on the couch. Matt felt the need to try and make an excuse. “Uh, yeah, Uncle Brian. I mean it’s just that Cindy wanted to be a nudist, and...” “Oh. I was talking about you and Jenny being an item now. Although the other thing is quite a big change too.” He didn’t really feel comfortable talking about that with his nephew. “Yeah, Uncle Brian. Things are great with Jenny. I mean, we have been friends for so long. We know each other so well.” Matt was happy to talk about anything else, so no one would figure out he was responsible for the rule. “That’s good. The person you like, you love, should be your best friend. Your aunt and I were both friends in high school for a long time, before we started dating.” Jenny came out of the bathroom then, walking back into the living room. She recognised Matt’s uncle, and felt a little embarrassed about being naked in his presence, but went over to say hi. “Hi, Mr. Fields.” “Hi, Jenny. Matt and I were just talking about you. I didn’t know you were here. Let me move over so you can sit by Matt.” It felt a little weird for him, seeing this girl naked. She wasn’t a relative like the others. “Oh, that’s ok...” She started to say, but he got up anyway. So she took his spot on the couch. “We were just talking about how you should date your best friend, or something like that.” his uncle said to her. “Oh yeah. Matt and I have been best friends for so long. I wish we would have realized a lot sooner though, how much we liked each other.” “Well, I think you’re at just the right age for that. Too soon, and you may have hurt your friendship. Too late, and you may never have told each other about how you feel.” “Thanks, Uncle Brian.” “Sure champ.” He got a big grin on his face. “So, champ. It doesn't bother you? Your girlfriend being older than you?” “She’s only a month older than me.” He said, chuckling a little. “A month and two days.” Jenny said, giggling herself. “Thanks, Uncle Brian.” He said, sarcastically. “I just got her to stop teasing me about that last year.” Jenny had always made sure to include the two days whenever they were asked about their birthdays. It was one of the few things Jenny was able to annoy him with. “Glad I could be of assistance.” He said, winking at Jenny, who let out a small laugh. Matt just rolled his eyes. Patty and the girls came back out of the kitchen. “Looks like our deal is on. Huh?” Brian said to his wife. Matt looked over his shoulder at his aunt, surprised to see her naked as well, but after all the naked girls he had seen this week, he really wasn’t too shocked. He knew all of this had somehow influenced his mother and Jenny’s mom, so it wasn’t too surprising it would have the same effect on his aunt. His aunt was only about a year older than his mother, so he thought she looked just as good as her, going naked like this. “Yes. I’ve discussed everything with the girls. We all agreed to implement the rule at our home as well. Only, we decided we should wait until your father is better.” “That’s probably a good idea. I don’t know that the old man’s heart could take that.” Brian said, laughing. He got up from the chair, giving his wife a big kiss. “Just remember, they only get to go naked, if you go naked.” He said quietly to her, but Matt was able to hear. He smiled to himself, then looked over at Jenny, knowing exactly what his uncle was getting at. They all sat and chatted in the living room, waiting for dinner to finish cooking. His mom kept running in and out of the kitchen to check on it. Pretty soon, they were all in the kitchen enjoying the delicious meal Matt’s mom had prepared. Matt and Jenny sat next to each other, just holding hands underneath the table. “So, champ. How’s school going for you?” “Pretty good, Uncle Brian. The last week or so has been really awesome.” “So you’re almost headed off to high school. Going to be a big change for you. Both of you.” Uncle Brian said, looking from Matt to Jenny. “Yeah. I think we’re ready for it though. Woops.” Jenny had dropped her fork under the table. Matt looked at her with wide eyes. “Smartwatch!” he blurted out. “What was that, champ?” Jenny picked up her fork, looking sheepishly at Matt. “Uh, my new smartwatch. I bought it for myself for my birthday.” Matt didn’t want to be talking about the watch, but couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Oh, I didn’t know you wanted one of those, Matt. Trish, why didn’t we buy him that for his birthday?” “I’m sure he put the 50 dollars we gave him towards the one he has now.” His wife explained. “Really? How much did that cost you, champ?” “About 250 dollars.” His Uncle let out a slow whistle. “That’s a pretty penny. Hope it was worth it.” “I think it’s been worth every cent.” Jenny said, smiling at Matt. Matt couldn’t help but smile back. Cindy was back home, just as they were finishing up dinner. “Now there’s the squirt!” Her uncle was the one who had originally given her the nickname. She came over to give him a big hug, and then one to her aunt as well. “Well Karen. Thank you for having us over. You’re the best cook in the family.” His wife slapped his shoulder. “Well, I’m sure you girls can’t wait to get home. Goodnight everyone.” He started to lead his wife and daughters out the door, but stopped. “Um. Aren’t you girls forgetting something?” His wife, and daughters all blushed, then rushed to get dressed. Everyone else there all laughed. Chapter 10: A Special Delivery Matt received a note in his class before lunch. It said to report to the school swimming pool after his lunch instead of his normal class. He was a little confused at first, but then figured Karen must be up to something again. When he arrived at lunch, Jenny and Karen were already at the normal table. He went to talk with them quickly before Paul got there. “So you know what this is about?” Matt said, pulling out the note from his pocket for Karen to look at. “Yeah.” Both Karen and Jenny leaned in to whisper to him, and Karen said “Today is the mile run for the boys in our gym class. We went yesterday. We get a free period for gym and all the girls voted to go swimming. We thought we could have some fun today with them.” Both girls pointed to the watch. “I don’t know. That seems a little risky. You’re alright with this Jenny?” “Yeah. I kinda had to reveal a few things about the watch to Karen, but we both planned out exactly what to do.” Jenny pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, handing it to Matt. “This is what you say to them when giving them the commands. We’ll have to be there too, but you can tell us after you finish. We’ll both come over after attendance is taken. As long as you say everything exactly like we have written, there should be no problems.” “Alright Jenny. If you're ok with it, who am I to complain?” Matt arrived to the pool, finding it empty. He went to sit in the first row of the bleachers, waiting for the class to come in. Soon, some of the girls started to trickle in. Some of them blushed at his presence, having worn more revealing swimsuits than normal, thinking no boys would be present. Jenny and Karen came out of the locker room together, walking over to Matt. “You look everything over?” Jenny asked. Both her and Karen looked a little nervous now. “Yeah. You sure you want to go through with this? Last chance to back out.” Both girls looked at each other, neither wanting to back out for their own reasons. “No. Let’s do this.” Karen said. Their gym teacher, Ms. Flowers, walked into the pool area then, ready to start class. Seeing Matt though, she came over to talk to him. “So what was the reason for you attending this class, Matt?” Karen answered for him. “Ms. Flowers. Matt needs to do a survey for social studies. He thought it would be fun to survey the girls about whether they wore one piece or two piece swimsuits to gym class.” Their teacher smiled at that. “Well, a little provocative, Matt, but I suppose no harm done. Can you get that done while I do attendance?” “Sure Ms. Flowers. I’ll be very quick.” The teacher blew her whistle then, stopping all the girls chatting. “Ok. Line up for attendance girls!” So the girls all lined up for attendance, and Matt pulled out his notebook, pretending to do his survey. When the teacher walked over to start her attendance, Matt pushed the COM button. All the girls stood at attention, waiting for their command. Matt quickly jotted down his fake survey, figuring it would be good to have, just in case, then pulled out the piece of paper Jenny had given him. “You will all forget about me being here at the pool today. None of you will discuss your naked swim with anyone not present. Ms Flowers, you will make sure every single girl is dressed before leaving the locker room. You will only say they are naked once every girl here has gone into the locker room when class is over.” He pushed the COM button, letting the girls return to normal. No one seemed to be doing anything weird, so he pushed the STR button next. Jenny wanted to use the STR button so none of the girls would know they were naked. He watched as 12 girls, including Jenny, and Karen, plus his teacher all stripped their swim costumes off. Every girl was oblivious to their and each other’s nudity. Their teacher finished taking attendance, and walked over to Matt. He quickly stuffed the paper from Jenny into his pocket and looked up at her. She was one of the younger teachers, so Matt thought she was just as good to look at as the other girls, besides Jenny. Jenny would always be the best to look at, for him. “Did you get your survey done?” she asked him. Matt held up the notebook for her. “Good. You did that a lot faster than I thought.” She turned back to the girls. “Ok. It’s a free period, so you can do whatever you like, but you all need to stay here for class.” Matt’s heart skipped a beat. They hadn’t thought of the girls leaving class. He thanked who ever was looking out for him. Karen and Jenny both came to talk with him again. “What? You chicken out?” Karen asked him, looking a little upset. Matt just chuckled. “No. I did everything you said.” “Then why are we still wearing our suits?” She said, in a quieter voice. Matt couldn’t help but laugh. He leaned in to whisper to them. “Don’t freak out or draw attention to yourselves. You’re both naked.” Both girls looked down at themselves, finding their bodies naked. Karen was shocked, and almost yelled out, but covered her mouth with her hand. Jenny had experienced this before, but it still stunned her for a few seconds. Matt pulled back, talking in his normal voice now. “Can you see the others are too?” Both girls looked at each other, then back at the other girls in the pool, and nodded their heads to him. “That is so freaky. God, Matt. Having that power, I don’t know how you contain yourself.” Karen said to him. “Well, honestly. When I think about doing something bad, I usually think of Jenny, and what she would think of me.” Jenny got a big smile at that. “Aww. And here I thought I was the bad influence.” “Well, I’ve got some... girls to go swim with.” Karen said, almost saying they were naked out loud. Then rushed over and jumped into the pool. Jenny sat down, taking Matt’s hand. “Don’t you want to swim?” “Nah. I just want to sit here with you.” “That’s fine with me. Although, I was hoping to get a good look at you all wet.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Well, I’m pretty wet all ready, but if you insist.” She got up, and leapt into the pool. Then she pulled herself up and out of the pool, flipping her hair back, and walked back over to him. “How do I look?” she asked him, the water still dripping off her body. “Really hot. Watching you get out of the pool like that was amazing.” She grabbed her towel, wiping off some of the water, then sat down next to him. They both watched as the other girls all swam around and played naked in the pool. Karen was having the time of her life, dunking under the water to look at her naked classmates, and bumping into the girls bodies with her own. She spotted Matt and Jenny still sitting in the bleachers, and gave them a big thumbs up, making both of them laugh. All too soon, class was over, and their teacher was telling the girls to all head to the locker room. Jenny and Karen both went to their own suits, pulling them on, then started to gather the other girl’s suits. “We can’t just leave them here.” Jenny said, when Matt gave her a confused look. Both girls rushed into the locker room, being the last ones in. Matt waited in the hall, near the entrance to the girls locker room, hoping the ending would be good. A few of the girls started to come out, all dressed, but blushed at Matt as they walked by. Jenny and Karen came out soon after, both dressed as well. “Hey Matt!” Jenny said, getting a big smile on her face. “What are you doing here?” Matt looked at her in confusion, then realised. “You don’t remember? I just spent the whole class period there with you.” Janny and Karen both gave him a quizzical look, then both started to remember. “Oh, right. I guess that’s another thing we know about how the watch works now.” Jenny said. “Yeah, glad you didn’t forget permanently. So what happened in there? Everything looks good out here. No naked girls so far.” “Oh, I wish you could have seen it. Ms. Flowers reminded all the girls to get dressed before leaving the locker room, while we were all in the shower, then looked down at herself. She was blushing really hard. All the girls seemed a little freaked too. Then Ms. Flowers asked all the girls to keep it a secret that she had allowed us to skinny dip.” Jenny told him. “So no one metioned me?” “Nope. If the command worked, they shouldn’t remember you were there. Right? I mean it worked on us.” Karen said. “Good. It’s just, some of the girls blushed when they walked by. I wonder, even if they can't remember, if they still know on some level I’ve seen them naked.” “Well, even if they do remember somehow. Who is going to admit to swimming naked at school, and in front of a male classmate?” Karen said. “Yeah. I suppose you're right. Did you have fun, Karen?” he asked her. “Oh yeah. Loads. I’m sure it wasn’t too bad for you either.” “Yeah. It was pretty great, but the best part was getting to spend more time with Jenny.” “Aww.” Jenny gave him a quick kiss. Karen made a whipping noise and gesture with her arm, laughing at the two. “Don’t call him whipped. I mean I did just let him see 10 other naked girls, plus you and our teacher.” “Yeah Karen. This was mostly for you. Jenny’s the only girl I need.” Karen started to walk away “Hey. I didn’t say which one of you was whipped.” and she raised her eyebrows and held her hands out palm up, then ran off before the two could say anything. “Oow. Sometimes I wonder why I’m friends with her.” Jenny said with a little chuckle. “It doesn’t bother you does it? I mean, you both kind of sprung this on me today.” “No Matt. Don’t let her bother you. I wanted to do this just as much as her.” “Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” “No. I mean it, but if you’re really not sure.” She pointed to the watch. “Jenny. I don’t want you feeling like I don’t trust you.” “Just do it Matt. This is important.” He pulled up the INT app, and hit the QUE button, not happy to do it, but asked “Does it bother you when I see other girls naked?” “No. I think it’s really hot, especially watching them take their clothes off for you. It would only bother me if you did anything with them.” “Do you think I’m whipped?” “No.” Jenny furrowed her brow. “Hey! I didn’t say to ask that.” “Do you feel whipped?” “Maybe a little, but in a good way. You know.” Jenny was getting a little mad. “Matt. Shut that thing off. If you ask me one more question I’ll come take that watch and break it myself.” He shut it off. “I’m sorry Jenny, and I’m sorry you feel like that.” He walked over to her and grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. “I want you to know, absolutely know, if you tell me to stop using the watch, or stop doing any of the other things because of it. I will stop in a heartbeat. You are all I care about. I mean it Jenny. I will do anything for you.” She gave him a big kiss, just as the bell was ringing to end class. Ms. Flowers came out of the locker room, seeing the two kissing, and cleared her throat. They both broke their kiss, looking at her. “You two better get to class. What are you doing here anyway, Matt? You don’t have gym class now.” “Uh, just came to see Jenny, Ms. Flowers.” She blushed when he looked at her, and walked back into the locker room. “See. That’s how all of them were reacting when they came out of the locker room.” “Well, Ms. Flowers does have a really cute blush. Come on, we better get to class before she comes back out.” -------- Katie was still apprehensive about this nudity thing. Her mother had told her she was once again going over to the Stevens house for dinner. “I guess, I mean, I know you’re trying to help me feel better about being naked. It’s just that, well, why don’t you have to be naked? It would really help me feel better if you did it too mom. You know, like you did the other day.” Katie figured her mom would never go naked like that again, and it could be her ticket out of going naked herself. “Well, uh, I just...” Mrs. Miller thought to herself, it really wasn’t fair to ask her daughters to do something she wasn’t willing to do herself. “You’re right, Katie.” and she started undressing right there in the living room. Katie looked at her mother with wide eyes, not believing she would really do it. She peeked out the window. Vic was working on some weeding, out in his front yard. She chuckled to herself. Let’s see how you like being naked in front of our neighbor, mom. Her mother was undressed, and Jessica came down the stairs, ready to go, naked herself. “Alright, let’s go girls.” Mrs. Miller said nervously, opening the door. It’s just across the street, she kept reminding herself. All three took a few timid steps outside. It was still light out. Katie didn’t want to draw attention to herself, but for sure wanted her mother to face Vic like she had done the other day. “Hey, mom. Go say hi to Vic. He’s right over there.” She said, pointing to him. “I don’t know Kaite. I mean I have to see him all the time, and...” “Oh please, mom. It would show me how to be brave, just like you.” “Alright. For you Katie. Come on. Let’s all go.” she grabbed both her daughters hands, bringing them over to the middle of their neighbors yard where he was working. “Hi Vic.” she said nervously, causing him to look up. Neither her or her daughters were covering anything, just standing hand in hand. He got quite the view, with the three standing naked like that. Wow, Nancy is just as good looking as her daughter, he thought. “Hi Nancy! Looks like the nudist thing is still going strong. You've even join in the fun now. Huh? Can I say, it really suits all three of you.” Nancy blushed, as he just kept checking out her body. “Uh, thank you, but it’s more of a confidence boosting exercises.” “Well you three should be confident in knowing that all of you are very beautiful. I think it’s just great you all have become nudists. I hope to see you around like this a whole lot more.” “Well, thanks Vic. We have to get to dinner now. We’ll see you later.” “I sure hope so. Bye Nancy. Girls.” Nancy kept holding her daughter’s hands as they crossed the street. Another car honked its horn at them when they were in the middle of the driveway, causing all three to rush up to the door. They all made it in without being seen by anyone else. Matt wasn’t surprised to see Mrs. Miller naked when he answered the door. The only thing that surprised him was that it had taken her so long to do it. He did like the blush she seemed to have about it though. His mom had decided to order Chineese food for everyone, and had given him the money to pay for the food. Mrs. Miller, his mom, Katie and Jenny had all gone into the kitchen, and his sister and Jessica were up in her room, when the knock came to the door. Matt answered the door. “Hi, I’ve got an order for Steven. 25.98.” The delivery boy said. At that moment, Jenny, and particularity Katie, came out of the kitchen at the worst possible time. “JIMMY!” Katie yelled. Jimmy was a classmate of hers, and 17. Katie stood there frozen in place, not sure what to do. Jimmy almost dropped the food when he saw Katie, and just stood there staring at her. Mrs. Miller came out, to see what her daughter was yelling about. She had met Jimmy before, both him and Katie had been in a school play together. This was a perfect opportunity to help Katie feel better about being nude. “Hi Jimmy. Don’t just stand there. Invite him in, Matt.” “Uh, come on in.” Matt gestured. He really didn’t know what else to do. “Thanks, but I can’t stay long. I have more deliveries to do.” He was still just staring at Katie, so focused on her, he hadn’t even noticed Jenny or Mrs. Miller. Matt paid for the food, and Jimmy said thanks to everyone, and headed out the door. Although he did notice the piece of paper tacked to the wall, and was very interested in what it meant. After Jimmy left, Katie smiled to herself. Maybe this nudity thing was not so bad. -------- Mrs. Miller and Katie had gone back home after dinner, but Jessica wanted to stay and have a sleepover with Cindy. The two were playing video games in the living room, while Matt and Jenny sat close together on the couch. There was a knock at the door. “Oh Matt. Could you get that? It should just be my assistant.” Matt’s mom called to him from the kitchen. Susan Larson, his mom’s assistant from work, was the one at the door. Susan had been told about the naked girl rule by her boss, but it was still a bit of a shock for her to actually see it in practice, and even more of a shock when Matt’s mom walked out of the kitchen. “These briefs look good, Susan, but we should probably look over them just to be sure. Can you stay? It should only take us an hour or two.” “Of course, but my kids are waiting out in the car.” “Well, invite them in. I’m sure Matt and Cindy can entertain them for a while.” Susan went back out to her car to retrieve her children, but figured she better explain her bosses eccentric rule to them first. “Kids, listen please. Mrs. Stevens has invited us in for a while. I think there is something I should tell you first. Mrs. Stevens has made a rule that all girls go nude in her house.” 10 year old Timmy and his older brother, 13 year old Adam both laughed a little at that, but Timmy’s twin sister Madeline just looked at her mother in confusion while their older sister, Abbie, 14, looked at her mother in shock. “Does that mean Madeline and Abbie have to be naked?” Timmy asked his mother with another giggle. Both girls got a little nervous at hearing that. “Oh no. I don’t think so. We’ll just be here for a couple hours, but Mrs. Stevens daughter and a couple of her friends are over. I want you all to be very respectful of them.” “Sure mom. You can count on us.” Adam said. He had met Cindy a few times before, and was relishing in the opportunity to see her and her friends naked. So Susan lead her four children back into the house, and went into the kitchen to go over those briefs with her boss. Adam was delighted, not only was Cindy naked, but one of her friends seemed to be older. He focused most of his attention on Jenny. Timmy and Madeline both asked to join Cindy and Jessica’s game, with Timmy taking the opportunity to look over the younger girls bodies while they added him to the game. Abbie got a little smug smile on her face, seeing a girl from her class going naked. “Wow, Jenny. I didn’t know you would be here. It’s a very interesting rule they have here.” Jenny just smiled up at her “Yeah, It’s very freeing.” Why wasn’t she embarrassed about having to go naked, thought Abbie. “I’m sure everyone at school would love to hear about this.” Jenny got a little nervous at hearing that, and Matt could tell. “Hey. Leave my girlfriend alone.” Matt wanted to use the watch on her, but didn’t think he could with her two brothers there. He figured he could use it on her at some point, but didn't know if it would be in time before she could blab about the rule. Abbie could tell she had made Jenny uncomfortable with that, and just stared at Jenny with a smug superiority. “My briefcase is just up in my room. I’ll be back in a minute.” Matt’s mom passed by the kids on the way to her own room. The Larson children were a little surprised to see her naked as well, but said nothing. Matt’s mom was back in the kitchen in less than a minute. “Susan, I did explain the rules to you. Right?” “Are my children causing a problem?” “No. They are very well behaved. I just noticed your daughters were still dressed.” “Oh, sorry. I just assumed since we would be here for such a short time it wouldn’t matter.” “Well, no harm done, but would you please go tell them to undress?” Susan didn’t like it, but she wasn’t going to argue with her boss, so just said “Yes Ma’am.” Both women walked back into the living room, and Susan spoke up. “Ok, girls. Mrs. Stevens has asked that you be undressed while here as well.” Thank. You. Mom! Matt and Jenny were both relieved. No way would Abbie say anything about this if she had to go naked herself. Both her daughters looked at their mother in shock. “Do I have to mommy?” Madeline asked. “Yes dear.” Madeline didn’t want to, but if her mother told her to do something, she did it. So she started to get undressed. She was soon undressed and revealing she was still just a child. She hadn’t started puberty yet at all. Abbie wasn’t going to go down without a fight though. “No way, mom. I’ll just go wait in the car.” Susan walked over to her oldest daughter and said in a quiet voice. “Please don’t embarrass me in front of my boss, Abbie. It will just be for an hour.” “No mom! I’m not doing it. Matt’s here! Adam and Tommy too! I WON’T DO IT!” It made both Matt and Jenny excited to know Abbie would be embarrassed to be naked in front of him and her brothers. Susan was mad her daughter would make a scene like this in front of her boss. “GET YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!” She yelled at her daughter. “NO!” Abbie yelled back. Susan spun her daughter around and yanked her pants and panties down so fast she didn’t even realise it had happened until her mother started spanking her butt as hard as she could. “MOMMY! PLEASE!” Abbie said through her shock and tears. “Are you going to listen to what I tell you to do from now on!?” Susan said, still spanking her. “Yes mommy!” she said through her blubbering. She continued spanking her for another minute, and when she figured her daughter had enough, she said once more. “Now get your clothes off!” Abbie looked at her mother though the tears, but did as she asked, pulling her pants and panties down and off the rest of the way first. Then she pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, and undid her bra. Then she covered her privates with her hands. “Mom, the rules are no covering up when you’re naked. Right?” Matt said, grinning at the latest girl he had seen naked. “Yes, Matt. That’s right.” His mom said. Abbie didn’t want to be in anymore trouble, so just dropped her arms and hung her head in shame, still trying to get over her crying. She had brunette hair on her head, but no hair down below. She did have a tiny bit of stubble, so Matt figured she must shave it all off. Her boobs were smaller than Jenny’s, shaped much like Jessica’s, just a little bigger. Adam was elated. Now not only did he have three naked girls to look at, but now his older sister had to be naked too. He had been trying to get peeks at her in the shower the last few weeks, but had never succeeded. Now he could look her over as much as he wanted, and not even have to chance getting in trouble for it. Timmy just laughed at his older sister’s misery. Even Madeline giggled a little, being 10, she had gotten over her modesty quickly, especially with her sister being the center of attention. The two women went back into the kitchen, to finish their work. Jenny leaned in to whisper to Matt. Matt got an evil smile at what she was saying and said “Maybe you ARE the bad influence, Jenny.” and he gave her a wink and followed the women into the kitchen. He pulled up the INT app and hit the COM button when he was in the kitchen. “Mrs. Larson. You do not mind girls being naked. When you get home, you will implement the naked girl rule at your house as well.” and he shut off the COM option and grabbed a couple sodas, one for himself and one for Jenny. When he came back into the living room, Jenny was circling around her naked classmate, grinning at her, while Abbie was still sniffling from her spanking. “So, who were you going to be telling about this interesting rule exactly, Abbie?” “I was just kidding. Come on...” Abbie said, almost starting to cry again. Matt turned to Adam and asked, “So what do you think about the rule, Adam?” “I think it’s awesome! Especially now that Abbie has to be naked.” he said with a chuckle. “I wish we had this rule at our house.” Matt got that evil smile again. “Well, you should ask your mom. I bet she would be open to it.” and he turned and gave Jenny another wink, making her giggle. “You really think so? That would be great!” “Yeah, and you could invite all of your friends over to see Abbie naked. Hell, invite her friends over too.” Jenny said, copying Matt’s evil smile. “Of course, if they were girls, they would also have to be naked.” Adam got a twinkle in his eye at that, imagining Abbie’s friends going naked, and a couple of his own female friends from school as well. “Ok. I’ll ask her when we get home.” Abbie did not like how this conversation was going, but felt too humiliated to even speak right now. “I don’t know why you’re being such a baby, Abbie. It’s not a big deal for girls to go naked, you know.” Cindy spoke up. They had paused their game to watch Abbie’s spanking and listen to the conversation of the older kids. “How can you say that?” Abbie said, not believing the younger girl’s words, or that she would ever say something so ridiculous. “Well the reason for my mom’s rule is simple. You see, girls private parts are hidden on the inside. So no one can really see anything looking at you like that. And boobs are feeding babies, so you don’t need to keep them hidden. It’s a good thing you don’t have any hair down there, or Matt would probably have to shave it off, so you’re not confused for a woman.” Abbie could not believe her ears. She would never let Matt touch her down there if she could help it. She was so shocked at what the younger girls had suggested, she couldn’t speak. Adam was a little surprised at the reasoning, but if it meant the girls had to be naked, he wasn’t going to complain. Matt and Jenny just smiled to each other as she sat back down next to him on the couch, and took his hand. Abbie’s mother had also overheard what Cindy said, peeking out the door to make sure her daughter wasn’t causing any more problems. She thought the reasoning made total sense, and would have to apologise to her boss for being so skeptical. Matt had wanted to make Abbie do more, for the way she had acted so smugly towards Jenny, but never got a chance to be alone with her to use the watch safely. Oh well. He would probably get a chance at some point. Susan did allow her daughters to get dressed before they all left, when Abbie begged, but Matt knew they wouldn’t be dressed for long. Matt and Jenny rushed up to his room after they left, to have sex. Both of them could only think about what Abbie would be going through when she got home, and about Adam inviting all his friends over to see her.

The Stop Sign by - Anonymous Part I It had all happened so fast. The curving street in the small town of Redd Bottoms, Arkansas; the stop sign obscured by brush; the flashing red lights; the ticket and orders from the cop to come along down to the courthouse. Now, at about 10 AM, just a few minutes after being stopped, Diana was standing before the traffic court judge, waiting for her sentence. She had pled guilty to the charge of running a stop sign, and expected a fine of $50 or so. When the judge said "fifteen," she was most relieved, and began to open her purse. Before she could do so, however, a female police officer gripped her tightly by one arm, said "Come with me, please," and led her out of the courtroom and down the hall. They went to a room at the head of a flight of stairs, where the officer unlocked the door and motioned Diana to go in. When Diana had done so, the officer locked the door behind her. Not quite comprehending what was going on, Diana noticed that she was not alone. A blonde-haired woman, dressed in a T-shirt and cutoffs, got up from a chair, slid her bare feet into thong sandals, and held out a hand. "Hi, I'm Sally," she said. "My name's Diana," Diana replied. "Am I in jail or something? What's going on? I was just in court for running a stop sign, but before I could pay my $15, they brought me here. What's the deal?" "Did the judge say 15?" Sally asked. "You're new around here, aren't you?" "Just passing through on vacation," Diana answered. "On the way from New Orleans to see my boyfriend in Kansas City." "Honey, I'll show you what the deal is. Come over here where they can't see us from the door." Sally went over to a corner, faced the wall, and pulled down her cutoffs, then her panties. Diana had only to glance at Sally's buttocks to tell that, sometime within the last 24 to 48 hours, she had undergone a severe corporal punishment. "That's what you're going to get 15 of," Sally said, as she pulled up her pants. "Me too. I got caught DUI last week. I'm getting 60 altogether, but it's my first offense so I can take my licks 15 at a time, within 10 days. This will be my third trip downstairs; one more and I'll be done. "Hey, look, honey, it's not as big a deal as you think it is. You go down there, bend over, take your pants down--- I always take mine all the way off, it kinda distracts 'em--- and they spank your butt with a paddle. There's a strap there too, but only the guys ever get that, and not too many of them. I've only known one woman to get strapped, and she punched the cop when he arrested her. It'll be the paddle, count on it. No fine, no nothing, just a sore butt. We have a deal where the ticket never even goes into the state unless you're caught twice for the same offense. They think we handle things OK, and most generally we do. Until this happened, I just got spanked for speeding a time or two. I mean, hey, didn't you ever get any spankings when you were a kid? I sure did." Diana had never been spanked by either of her parents; they had threatened her with spankings a few times, but had never carried out the act. Neither had she ever been spanked in school or by relatives. However, she had had one experience with spanking. One weekend, when she was about eleven, she had stayed for a weekend with Faye, one of her friends. When they were putting on their swimsuits, Diana had noticed unusual marks on Faye's bottom, and mentioned them. "Oh, I got a spanking last Wednesday," Faye had said. "Don't you ever get spanked?" When Diana said no, Faye replied, "Guess I always thought all kids did." That night, when they were in bed, Faye had described her spankings in detail. Faye's dad and mom had been divorced for years, and she lived alone with her mother. When Faye had been naughty, her mom escorted her to the kitchen. Then, usually, Faye was ordered to bare her own bottom. If her mom was particularly angry, she would yank Faye's pants down herself. Then the wooden paddle that was kept in a kitchen drawer came out, and Faye had to bend over the kitchen table and take one swat for each year of her age, plus a few more if she had been particularly naughty. Her most recent spanking, for sassing her mother, had consisted of 14 swats. Faye confided to Diana that, while her spankings hurt very much, she appreciated the fact that her misconduct was never mentioned again after the punishment, that when she was spanked there seemed to be an understanding that she had paid for her misdeed. Diana continued to whisper questions to Faye about her spankings, dimly aware that something more than mere curiosity was driving her. Had Faye ever been spanked by her dad, Diana asked. Faye said that had happened once, while she was with him on a visit, and he had just given her a few smacks over the wool skirt she had been wearing. It hadn't hurt much at all, and Faye had been glad that he had left her clothing in place--some- thing her mom never did. Faye's mom always spanked her bare-fanny, no exceptions. Diana, who had been lectured and grounded several times, mentioned sleepily that maybe being spanked wouldn't be so bad after all. "You can decide for yourself later tonight," said Faye. Diana wasn't sure what she meant. But about two in the morning, the alarm went off. Diana awoke to find Faye standing over her bed, shaking her shoulder and whispering "Come on; I'll show you what it feels like. Mom's sound asleep." Diana, feeling strangely excited, got out of bed, and the two girls went downstairs, on stealthy bare feet, to the kitchen. Faye quietly got the paddle out of the drawer. "Bend over," she ordered. Diana did so; she was loaded with feelings to which she could not, as yet, give names, but which she would later identify as sexual. Faye then lifted Diana's nightie, yanked down her panties, and gave her eleven swats, not too hard, but hard enough to sting. When it was over, Diana was tearful, and Faye noticed. "Did I hit you too hard?" she said. "OK, I'll make it up to you." She handed Diana the paddle, and leaned over the table. "Go ahead; you can pull up my nightie and spank me." Diana was hesitant; she had never even dreamed of spanking anyone else. "It's okay, you can do it," said Faye. Diana gingerly lifted Faye's nightgown, noticed that Faye wasn't wearing panties, and tapped her a few times with the paddle; she really didn't want to hurt her friend. "We'll both get it a lot harder if Mom hears us," Faye had said, and they tiptoed back to bed. When they were back in the room, Diana hugged Faye tightly, not knowing why, and they got back into their beds. The rest of the weekend passed without incident. While Diana and Faye remained friends for several years after this, they never experimented with spanking again, and as they grew older they discussed it less and less frequently. When they were high school seniors, after getting one bad grade card, Faye had told Diana that her mom hadn't spanked her for four years, but she wondered if the report card would trigger one. The next day, Faye confided that she hadn't gotten a spanking, although she halfway expected one, even though she was nearly eighteen. Diana's experience with Faye had been as close as she'd ever gotten to an encounter with corporal punishment. But she had thought about it, quite a bit. All through her preteen and teenage years, up to her current age of 25, she had had daydreams, or sometimes ordinary night dreams, of being with Faye in the principal's office, a police station, or Faye's home. In these fantasies, Faye, whom Diana always envisioned as near her in age, was nude below her waist, being spanked by some authority figure, and Diana knew that she would soon have to undress and take her own spanking. Diana was nearly always sexually aroused by this fantasy, but she had never told anyone about it, not even Bruce, her boyfriend since college days. She and Bruce had a good relationship and they had set a goal to be married soon after she could get a satisfactory job in Kansas City or he in New Orleans. He was always attentive to her sexual needs and she felt she could trust him. Yet, even though her spanking fantasy was strong for her, and had even entered her mind a few times during foreplay or sex, she had never even suggested to Bruce that he spank her. Although being spanked was part of her fantasy life, Diana did not believe the real thing would turn her on, and in any event she wasn't sure how Bruce would handle it. He didn't seem like the type who would enjoy spanking someone. Now, Diana was faced with something very threatening. She was in custody in a strange town, and knew that the authorities intended to spank her, even though she was an adult. She was well aware also that the purpose was not to stimulate her sexually, but to inflict pain. Yet Diana was already sexually aroused. She had been ever since seeing Sally's bare rump; she considered herself heterosexual, but often had been strongly aroused in locker rooms and in the presence of undressed women. In a strange way, she was looking forward to seeing Sally, bent over with her panties off, receiving corporal punishment. However, she was also going to be spanked herself, and she had some fear about how she would handle real pain, not to mention the embarrassment of exposing her buttocks in front of strangers. So, Diana was experiencing a whole mix of emotions, as she tried to collect her thoughts. Before she could reply to Sally's question about childhood spankings, the door opened. "OK, ladies, we're ready," said the female officer. Sally slid out of her sandals and started toward the door. When Diana began to follow, the officer said, "You have to leave your shoes here. Don't know why; that's just the rule." Diana kicked off her Birkenstocks and felt the cool floor tiles under her bare feet. She followed Sally and the officer out the door, across the hall, and down a flight of stairs. A draft coming up the stairs blew under Diana's thin sundress. Downstairs, they entered a room with a long, heavy table at the opposite end. A large, shirtless man stood there, wooden paddle in hand. Behind him, a three-foot leather strap hung on the wall. "Who's first?" the man said. "Me, Joe," Sally replied. "I wanna get this over with and get to work. She can watch if she wants to." Sally opened her cutoffs, let them fall to the floor, then pushed down her panties and stepped out of them. She walked seminude to the table, where she bent over, displaying her bottom. Joe didn't waste any time; he pressed the paddle against Sally's buns, drew it back, and delivered the first of Sally's allotted 15 swats. Diana was watching intently; the fantasy that had haunted her since early adolescence was coming true before her eyes! After Joe had smacked Sally about eight times, and Diana could hear Sally sobbing, she tried to turn away, but could not. The sight of Sally's reddening bottom kept her mesmerized. After the fifteenth, Sally straightened up and walked toward her. She whispered, "I'll never drink and drive again, that's for sure," and smiled a little, though her face was obviously streaked with tears. While Sally was painfully putting on her panties, Joe said, "OK, you. Get over here." Diana had already taken one or two nervous, barefoot steps toward the spanking table, when the female officer interrupted. "You from out of town?" she asked. When Diana replied that she was, the officer spoke again. "Look, honey, this is the way we do things here, and it works. I passed a school bus once last year, off-duty, and this badge didn't make no difference; I got a bare-ass paddling, right here in this room. That guy doing the spanking has been over that table a few times too. I know because I've spanked him. We like things this way, lady. So we don't want you coming down here with a big-city lawyer saying you was assaulted or something like that. So here's the deal: the judge will let you go if you pay a $50 fine. Then get out of town and forget you ever saw this, OK?" For the first time since this whole experience had started, Diana was brought back to reality. Up to now, the whole thing had seemed like some erotic dream. Diana was not a submissive woman by nature. She was usually fairly assertive in her relations with others. On the job, she presented herself as an intelligent, energetic, and capable woman, and others respected her. What was more, she had a good understanding of what her rights were, and was prepared to defend them. If she had been arrested in the New Orleans suburb where she lived, and (beyond her wildest imagination) the judge had sentenced her to corporal punishment in any form, she would undoubtedly have demanded that her lawyer appeal the case, claiming that cruel and unusual punishment was being imposed. For a moment, she was ready to take the escape route that had been offered. The problem was that Diana was being betrayed by her own mind and body. That long-ago night at Faye's house came back to her, as did the recurring fantasy. The sexual excitement she'd experienced while she was watching Sally being punished was strong in her mind. She was turned on as she had been very few times in her life. Had Bruce been around, she'd have been naked in his arms, and he in hers, in a matter of seconds, and her orgasm would have been virtually instant. That would have been only the beginning of a long night of passion. Here she was, in this little town, being punished for a traffic violation. Could she allow this strange man, this Joe, to spank her? On the other hand, could she allow herself to walk out without taking the spanking to which she'd been sentenced--the spanking that she had, perhaps, secretly wanted ever since she was eleven? Could she continue to play out this longstanding fantasy that she had, that these strangers in Redd Bottoms were, without their knowledge, helping her to act out? Her body quivering with sexual tension, she spoke to the officer. "Suppose I'd rather take the spanking?" "Sure," she replied. "But we'll get your statement saying that this was your decision. It'll be in writing and on file that you gave us permission to spank you." "In that case, go ahead," said Diana, her whole body tingling as she spoke. "Spank me. Where's the paper I'm supposed to sign?" The form was quickly produced from a nearby computer. When Diana had completed and signed it, the officer spoke again. "I guess you know what to do," she said. "Either lift that dress above your waist, or take it off; it's up to you." Diana's stomach sank for a moment, but now there was no turning back. She remembered what Sally had said, about how it seemed that taking her pants all the way off seemed to distract the spanker. If Diana were going to try such a thing, though, she would have to be even more daring. In fact, total nudity would be required, for her sundress and her panties were the only garments she was wearing. She swallowed hard, then flipped her dress over her head and laid it on a chair. She then peeled off her panties, tossed them onto the same chair, and strode to the spanking table, thrusting out her bare bosom, with both hands at her sides. She made no effort at all to conceal either her relatively small breasts or her pubic area; the fact that she was completely nude simply added to her sexual arousal. The female officer was beside her. "Look, we don't care if you holler," she was saying. "And if you want to be naked, that's your affair. You aren't the first one to get it naked. But kick your feet or wiggle your butt and you get 10 extra. Got that?" Diana nodded. Diana bent over the table, flattening her breasts against the finished wood. She felt the paddle pressed against her flesh, then a slight tingle as it was drawn back, and finally the sting as it smacked against her naked buttocks. She gasped, but didn't cry out. It was a solid whack, intently delivered; Diana began to wonder whether Sally had been right when she'd said that taking her pants all the way off distracted the spanker. Diana's complete nakedness didn't seem to be distracting Joe. After the third swat, tears formed in her eyes and she was moaning more audibly. For some reason, the punisher paused after five swats. For a moment, she could rest, and she became aware of her increasing sexual arousal. Here she was, naked and helpless in the power of strangers, who were purposely inflicting pain on her. She had never been punished in this way, and no man except a lover or a physician had seen her naked in well over ten years; now she was completely nude and at others' mercy. When the spanking resumed she still noticed the pain, but her body was responding to punishment in ways she had never anticipated. There was another short pause after Diana's tenth swat. Now, though, she was aware of something to which she could hardly put words. Although she was crying from the pain, she wanted the spanking to resume, and resume quickly. The allotted two minutes of rest seemed like ten, before the next smack landed. Finally, after four more licks, she heard Joe's voice saying, "OK, that's it. Don't you ever run a stop sign again." Diana pushed up her torso from the table, then painfully straightened herself. On impulse, she threw her arms around Joe's shoulders, immersing her breasts into his hairy chest. Almost instantly, her body exploded in orgasm. When her climax subsided, she was embarrassed beyond all measure, and fearful. Now she was aware of the searing pain in her buttocks, and wondered what the consequences of her sexual display would be. She could imagine herself back over the table, being whipped with the strap. The female officer came toward Diana, with the dress and panties she had laid aside. "We're used to that, honey. It happens once in a while. Get your clothes on, OK? And one thing: if you're caught fraternizing with Joe outside of here, you're back down here and we use the strap. 20 licks. Got that?" The climax over, Diana was now painfully aware that she had just received a severe paddling, and that she was absolutely naked in front of two people she didn't even know. She nodded, took the dress, and put it on. Even the flimsy material of the dress felt like sandpaper against her spanked buttocks; she'd have to go without panties for a while. Escorted by the female officer, she walked out of the punishment room, up the stairs, and back into the holding room. "Leave whenever you want," the woman said. "You can lie down and rest a while if you like. I won't lock you in." Diana knew there was no way she could rest comfortably, but she lay face down on a cot, buried her head in a pillow, and let herself cry like a punished child. She must have cried herself to sleep, for when she looked at the clock on the wall it was 2:00. She felt a gentle stroke on the sole of one bare foot, turned her head, and saw Sally looking down at her. "So how do you like the way we deal with petty offenders here?" Sally laughed. "Actually, I heard you like it real well. Hey, word gets around here pretty fast; I heard about your nudie number. Know something? I'm going to take my last 15 just the way you did--birthday-suit naked. Think I ought to? And I heard about that bare-boob hug you gave Joe. Hey, Di, did you really come off or did you fake that?" Diana assured Sally that her orgasm had been real. "Hey, look, Di, I've got something over at my place that might make your cheeks feel better. It'll make the marks fade too. Come on with me." Diana reached for her panties, stepped into them, and pulled them up under her dress; the sensation was still uncomfortable. She slid her feet into her sandals and followed Sally out of the police building, to her car. Sally's car was parked close by. "Follow me," said Sally. Sally's house was modest but adequate. "Nice place," said Diana. Sally produced a small jar from the refrigerator, and said, "This is a little herbal remedy my cousin cooked up; it works pretty well. I'd have used it myself, except I've gotta go back and take 15 more. They'd suspect something if I didn't have marks on my butt." "This could make a spot on your dress," Sally continued. "I suggest you take your clothes off and lie down on my bed. Right in there." Diana stepped out of her Birkenstocks, walked barefoot into the bedroom, removed her dress, and lay down on her stomach. "Panties down," said Sally. Diana pulled them down to her knees. Sally followed, opened the jar, and began to rub a cool ointment into her buttocks. "This'll settle your raw hide down a lot quicker," she said. Helps those marks fade too. Like, how are you going to explain marks on your butt to your boyfriend in KC? Just lie there for about half an hour before you pull your panties up." Actually, that was one problem that Diana had on her mind. Sally's ointment was already helping quite a bit with the pain. But Diana had been thinking that she might have to do some explaining to Bruce. Undoubtedly, he would see the marks on her bottom; she estimated that within two hours after she crossed his threshold, neither she nor Bruce would be wearing one stitch. And, she wanted him not only to see her bottom, but to give it the firm attention she now knew was important to her. But, while she wanted Bruce to spank her, she didn't want him to know---at least not yet---how she had so recently become sure that she liked being spanked. Maybe Sally's herbal remedy would solve the problem; anyway, it was making her behind feel a lot better. Part II The rest of the long drive to Kansas City was uneventful, although the delay caused by Diana's spanking meant that she would arrive late, and she did. She made a telephone call to Bruce, telling him that she'd gotten a ticket and had to wait a while for a hearing, and was OK. About an hour before arriving at Bruce's, she stopped at a gas station, locked herself in the ladies' room, and with the help of some mirrors inspected her butt. Sally's herbal remedy had done its trick. No one could tell that Diana had been severely paddled that very day. It was nearly midnight when Diana arrived at Bruce's. He welcomed her at the door, and within five minutes the boxers and T-shirt he'd been wearing were in a pile on the floor, along with Diana's dress, panties, and sandals. Scarcely taking time to greet one another, they scurried to bed, but slept only after allowing their passions for each other free rein. The next morning, while they were enjoying some coffee and a light breakfast, Bruce spoke to Diana. "Some things I've been thinking about," he said. "For one, I think we ought to get married pretty soon. Why don't you set up a resume on my computer and get it around while you're here? If you could land a job we could move in together and start planning the wedding. Unless you'd rather stay in New Orleans, that is." Diana quickly agreed; they hugged, and within a few minutes were once again naked and back in bed, celebrating their new level of commitment. A while later, Bruce turned again to Diana. "What did you get the ticket for?" he asked her. "I ran a stop sign in a little town in Arkansas," Diana replied. "You ran a stop sign? Shame on you! Hope it didn't cost you too much." "No, not <<too>> much," Diana replied. She could still feel a twinge in her buttocks. "You know, Di, yesterday a gal ran a stop sign and pulled out right in front of me. I just about wrecked. If I'd been a cop and I'd seen that, you know what I'd like to have done? I mean, I know cops can't really do that and all, but ---" "What?" Diana replied. "I'd have yanked her out of that car, bent her over the hood, and given her the spanking of her life, on her bare ass," Bruce said. "If she's going to drive a car, she needs to act like an adult, and if she doesn't, she can just be treated like a child. That's what my dad told me when I came home with a ticket--first and only time. He told me that after we went down to the basement and he let me have it with his belt. I can still remember that--Dad made me get naked, absolutely naked, and I'll tell you, he laid it on me. That was the last spanking I ever got." Visions of yesterday crowded back into Diana's mind. Here was her fiancee, advocating just what she'd gotten down there in Arkansas. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. She slipped out of bed, walked around to Bruce's side, and gently draped herself across his thighs, face down. "OK, Bruce," she said. "Do it." Bruce could not comprehend. "Do what?" he asked. "Spank me, you nerd," Diana replied. "You said people who run stop signs ought to be spanked. You got a naked spanking for a traffic ticket. I ran a stop sign. I am lying across your lap. I am naked. Does all of this suggest anything to you?" "Well, yes, but---" "No but's about it. Or rather only one---my butt. Now spank me." This was wild, Diana thought. Only the day before, she had more or less asked for the spanking she had received, and had gotten into touch with a whole new dimension of her sexuality. Now she was asking for another, this time from her lover. Yet he seemed reluctant. "Diana, hey, I mean, I love you, and I'd do anything you want. You know that. But I don't get this. You never wanted this before. How in the hell did you ever decide that you like this sort of thing? It just doesn't seem like you, darling." "I'll explain the whole thing, honey. But only after you give me a good spanking. Now you have an incentive. Are you going to do it. or not?" Bruce tentatively raised his hand and brought it down, flat, across Diana's naked rump. She didn't utter a sound. He repeated the action about six times. "It's going to have to be harder than that or this naughty girl will never mend her ways," Diana said. Bruce continued to spank her, harder and harder. Her bottom began to glow red, and she was feeling the unique excitement of sexual arousal. Obviously, this was going to work for her. All she had to do was keep him spanking her until was nearly at the point of orgasm. Yet her bottom was beginning to get sore, and she wondered how much she could take. More and more, she was feeling like a punished child. Finally, she cried out, "OK, enough--I'll never do it again!" Bruce stopped his next spank in mid-stroke, and released his hold on her. She carefully slid off his lap, yanked down the covers to reveal Bruce's strong erection, and lay across him face to face, full length. Her orgasm was instant. This time she was not only excited by the spanking, but was having deeper feelings of security and being cared for, just from knowing that her lover would meet this new sexual need she had discovered. Bruce held her tightly, then eased her off him--gently onto her stomach. "Hope I didn't really hurt you," he said. "Now you owe me something. Let's hear the story." Diana told the whole story of her previous day's experience. She left out only one thing: that she'd been embracing Joe, naked, when she had orgasmed. Bruce might understand, but why take chances? "Whoo," said Bruce, afterwards. "I can't imagine you going along with a thing like that. I would have expected you to demand a lawyer and fight it out with those people. I mean, they can't do those things, if anybody ever really pressed it." "Bruce, actually, it was kind of like a dare," Diana replied. "I was standing there, watching Sally bent over with her pants off, getting spanked, and I was getting turned on. I decided that if she could take that spanking, and three more, I could too. They did offer me a way out. But I told them to go ahead, then I stripped bare and took it." "Well, it obviously turns you on," Bruce replied. "And if you like it, OK. You can put your butt across my knees any time." Diana giggled a little as he embraced her. The days of Diana's vacation went by, with a new dimension. She regularly confessed her faults to Bruce, at odd moments. Then off would come all her clothes, over his knee she would go, and Diana would receive her correction. Usually Bruce just used his hand, but once she had urged him to try her hairbrush. She had enjoyed that sensation also, but somehow felt that anything really hard, like switches or straps, would not excite her. She was, however, convinced that for maximum pleasure she needed to be stark naked. Once Bruce tried just yanking Diana's jeans and underpants down, but somehow Diana felt something was missing in that spanking. Only one day was left before Diana's return to New Orleans. She had sent out a few job feelers, but nothing definite had materialized. They would have to continue their long-distance relationship until they saved a little more money. And every day Diana had been spanked, at least once. She was going to miss these close encounters. Early, Diana got up, dressed, and went to the lumber yard while Bruce was still asleep. When she returned, he was awake and puttering around the kitchen in his boxers. Diana laid her purchase on the kitchen table--a two-foot length of wood lath, about as wide as a yardstick, apparently thick enough to withstand its intended use. "You want me to spank you with that, Di?" Bruce said. "Honey, I love you and I'll do anything you want, but I don't want to really hurt you." "No, Bruce, actually I don't want a spanking," replied Diana. "Then what---" "I want to give you a spanking," she replied. "It's really not fair. I've been getting the spankings and enjoying them. Let's see if you can too." "Hey, Di, now wait a minute---" "Oh, so you can dish it out but you can't take it! Look, darling, it's the 90's! You marry me, we're going to be equals!" Bruce shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, all right, I guess, but I don't think I'll like it as much as you evidently do." "We'll see about that. Now, you naughty boy, get into the bedroom and take off your shorts. I'll be right in." Diana kicked off her sandals and flipped her T-shirt over her head, then stood and let her shorts fall to the floor. Clad only in her panties, she went into the bedroom, where Bruce was already naked and lying face up. It was evident to her from one glance that something was turning him on; was it the anticipated spanking or her scantily clad body? She would soon find out. "All right, naughty boy, turn over," she said. "We'll just turn you on your tummy and give you a spanking." He did so, and she began applying the makeshift paddle to his bare seat. Bruce protested once or twice, and Diana responded only by spanking harder. Diana was getting hot and she knew it. Was Bruce? Maybe, she thought after she'd swatted him about 40 times, it was time to check this out. "Have you learned your lesson, young man?" she growled, trying to sound genuinely angry. "I sincerely hope I never have to do this again." She eased him onto his side, and saw what she had hoped for, an erection even stronger than it had been before she had begun the spanking. Her only regret was that she would need about five seconds to pull off her panties and lie down. She did so, and eased Bruce atop her. This was an old-fashioned position, but what did it matter? They came almost exactly at the same moment. For a long time, they lay together, side by side, Bruce careful to protect his spanked bottom. "Wow, you really got hard when I spanked you," Diana said, finally. "It got me hot too--could you tell? And I sure get hot when I get spanked. But tell me something, sweetheart--do you get turned on when you spank me?" "Sure do, and I'll prove it," he replied. He eased himself out of bed and pulled the covers back to reveal Diana's bottom. "Young lady, you have earned yourself another spanking," he said between clenched teeth, and swatted her sharply with the makeshift paddle. After ten or so good swats, he stopped, rolled Diana so that she faced him, and asked "Is there any doubt in your mind?" Bruce's strong erection was evident. Once more they made love, this time paying attention to Diana's stinging rump. Afterwards, as they were dressing, they chatted about this new dimension of their sexuality that they had discovered. Here they were, both switch hitters, able to derive strong sexual pleasure from both giving and receiving spankings. Marriage was now looking better than it ever had. Bruce stood up, trying to look pious. He cleared his throat. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. What God hath joined together let not man put asunder. You may spank the bride. Bend over, young lady." Diana laughed. For a moment she had a fantasy of being spanked bare-tail at her own wedding, but decided this ought to remain a fantasy. She crumpled some paper into a mock bouquet, rolled her eyes upward, and said, "I, Diana, take thee, Bruce, to love and to cherish, to spank when necessary, to obey or be spanked." "Do we dare?" Bruce asked. "I don't think so," Diana replied. "I think we'd better keep this wedding pretty conventional, whenever it does happen. But when the dress and the tux are off, it's spanky-spanky time for both of us!" The next day, Diana drove back to New Orleans. Thoughts of love, sex, and marriage, not to mention spanking and being spanked, filled her thoughts along the miles. Her life felt more secure than it ever had. Running a stop sign in Redd Bottoms had sent her down a new road of life. Part III When Diana arrived at her home in New Orleans, after her sexually fantastic week with Bruce, there was a letter waiting for her, postmarked Redd Bottoms, Arkansas. Hey, Diana! The court clerk was kind enough to give me your address so I decided to send you this letter. OK? You know, you really made a stir on your little visit to Redd Bottoms. I think you're the first outsider that ever got a spanking, at least for quite a few years. Usually the outsiders just pay a fine when the judge sees 'em; I think he was just sleepy or hung over when you came along. But, hey! Remember I had 15 more licks coming? Let me tell you about that. I heard Joe talking in a bar about that girl from New Orleans that he paddled, the one that hugged him bare-naked. He was telling all the guys how wild that was. So I decided to do something. I made my appointment to get the last 15. Then, before I went over, I got my shower and put on a dress. That's all, just a dress. I was stark naked under it. Then I put my sandals on--it doesn't matter about them, you know, because we have to go to the spanking room barefooted--and went over to the courthouse. They were ready right away and I didn't have to wait. I left the shoes upstairs and went down; then, right in front of Joe, I took off that dress. Here I am, standing in front of him absolutely starkers. It's a wonder that boy could handle it. I could see he was having trouble keeping bulges from showing, you know? I felt honored; I know I don't have the bod that you do, but knowing that I can turn a guy on that way feels good, even if I know I'm going to get my butt blistered in a few minutes. I was turned on too. Kinda weird; I've bent over down there a few times--you saw one of 'em--and when I was a kid my mom and dad whacked my hind end more times than I can count but I never felt, you know, turned on by it before. So, you know, he told me to come up and bend over. I made some sexy moves on the way, let me tell you! I was playing with fire and I knew it. I don't know what's wrong with Brenda--the lady guard, you know--but she didn't even notice. If she had she would most likely have done the spanking, and with the strap. But when I got up there and stuck my ass out for Joe, I was royally horny and I think he was too. Anyway, he didn't swat me half as hard as I expected. Oh, yeah, I got the whole 15, and it hurt, enough to make me cry, but the other three paddlings I got hurt a lot worse. But honey, was I horny when it was over! I did just what you did--I hugged old Joe! Brenda about went ballistic--she told me to get my dress on and get out in 30 seconds or else bend back over for 10 with the strap. I didn't know I could put a dress on that fast, let me tell you! Guess she thought it was getting contagious, this business of gals getting spanked naked and then getting supersexy. But I got my bod covered up and headed upstairs, and thought hey, it's over! I've gotten my licks for DUI, all 60 of 'em. No more trips down here. But I still felt horny as anything. I got in the car, drove home, and got in the shower. The only way to get rid of the hornies was to do my own thing--you get what I mean? So I did, 2 or 3 times. Chee, didn't know getting a spanking could do that to me. Oh, almost forgot to tell ya. My boss is sending me down your way for a few days next week. Could we get together for a sandwich or something? Your friend, Sally Diana put down the letter. She hadn't expected to see or hear from Sally again. Now, here she was, coming to New Orleans. And, through this chance encounter in Redd Bottoms, she had discovered a mutual interest in one of the byways of sex. She tried to imagine Sally taking her paddling naked, and found herself aroused by the very thought. Some of her sexual fantasies did involve women, either real or idealized, although she had had real-life sex only with men, and with no one but Bruce for the past several years. What would it be like to have Sally right here, in her apartment, for a few days? Could they explore this new aspect of sexuality together? Before she knew what she was doing, Diana had called Sally, and invited her to stay at Diana's apartment during her New Orleans visit. Sally had readily agreed. Sally arrived at the appointed time and quickly settled in. As it happened, she didn't have much agenda in New Orleans outside of working hours; one or two errands for her boss were about the size of it. So Sally and Diana had a lot of time together, to spend exploring the French Quarter, listening to jazz, and so on. One evening, after one of their forays into New Orleans night life, they came home, both with a few drinks under their belts--just enough to make them a little more daring than they might have been otherwise. They had ridden in a taxi; neither one wanted to risk the New Orleans punishment for DUI, which would have been considerably more than a spanking. Truth be told, they were not only a little high from alcohol, but more than a little turned on, because one of the clubs on Bourbon Street that they had visited had had a show with a spanking scene. "Glad you had the taxi fare," said Sally. "I've learned my lesson about drinking and driving." She giggled and rubbed her bottom. They had another drink, then Sally and Diana both sat back, kicked off their shoes, and relaxed for a while. But their minds were clearly at work, as were their glands. Their inhibitions, though, were receding further and further, thanks not only to the alcohol and the floor shows but also to attraction for one another. Diana's mind went back to that day in Redd Bottoms, and to her long-held fantasies about her and her childhood friend getting spankings together. She began to eye Sally's hips and thought more and more about how she'd look bent over, with those tight jeans down. Actually, she was remembering the time she'd seen Sally with her bare rump positioned for the paddle. She was also fantasizing about Sally's most recent spanking, the one she had written about. Unknown to Diana, Sally was having the same fantasy, or a similar one. She had missed seeing Diana's spanking, but had heard quite a bit about it. In her mind, she was undressing Diana and spanking her. Sally had had some amorous adventures with women before, but she didn't consider herself a lesbian, for she had also dated several men and had even been married for a brief period. Her husband had been killed in a car wreck, and she had dated no one since. But envisioning Diana naked, or at least exposed for corporal punishment, was sexually powerful for her. Diana spoke first. "That was some spanking scene in that bar, wasn't it?" "Oh, it was OK," Sally replied. "But hey, I'll tell you something; I don't think she was feeling a thing. I think she had about three inches of foam rubber all around her butt. And the other girl wasn't doing it very hard. I mean, my mom could show her how it's done!" Diana felt a strange flush of sexual excitement. "What was it like when your mom did it?" she asked. Sally stood up. "Well, I was always bare for it," she said. "Sometimes she waited until I'd had a bath, then put me over her knee and spanked me with nothing on at all, but most of the time I just had to take my skirt or pants off. Mom thought clothes, even nylon panties, got in the way, so she'd yank 'em down every time. She mostly used her hand, but once in a while I got the hairbrush. She kept at it till she was sure I'd had enough. Hey, sometimes I was black and blue for three or four days." "What about your dad?" Diana asked. "Dad always had me lie down while he used the belt. Most of the time he let me keep my pants on, though; he only took 'em down once in a while, like when he was real mad. I remember once when he whipped me bare-butt, when I got two F's on a report card. He said I needed to do better, and he'd teach me real good! He did too!" "That sounds like child abuse to me," said Diana. "You know, it might be, really," replied Sally. "But we didn't think of it that way, 'cause just about every kid got spanked once in a while. You know, one day after the report cards went home, I noticed two of my friends were having a lot of trouble sitting down. I knew what had happened so I saved a couple cookies out of my lunch and told them the one who'd gotten the worst spanking would get them. So after school they came to my house; we went in my room and they pulled down their pants. I decided it was a tie and gave them each a cookie." "My parents never spanked me," said Diana. "But I used to have a friend who told me about her spankings. Once she gave me one--just fun, of course." They went on for a while, then had another drink and relaxed. Finally Diana broke the silence again. "You were really making eyes at that one guy in one of the clubs," she said. "Sally, you are a naughty lady." "So what are you going to do? Spank me?" Sally replied, "That's a great idea," said Diana. She went to the kitchen and came back with a wooden spoon. "Come on out here. Get 'em down and get over my kitchen table," she said, almost giggling. "Hey, look," Sally answered. "You aren't exactly Little Miss Priss yourself. You were wiggling your butt around like you wanted action. What would your boyfriend say if he saw you carrying on like that? I think you need to drop 'em and bend over for one yourself." Diana felt, again, the strange excitement associated with the anticipation of being spanked. She knew from that moment on that she would get a spanking, as well as give one, before the evening was over. All that remained was to build up the anticipation, as much as possible, so that she and Sally would both enjoy the experience. Trying to look penitent, she handed the spoon to Sally, let her hands fall to her sides, and stared down at the floor. "Yes, Sally, I need one too," she said. "But so do you. Who goes first?" Sally fished a quarter out of her jeans pocket. "Call it," she said as she flipped it. "Heads," said Diana, just as the quarter landed on the floor. She looked down and saw George Washington's profile. "OK, Di, you won the toss," said Sally. "You want me over the kitchen table, you say?" "In a minute," said Diana. "I won the toss, so I should get to give or take, right? I want mine first." "All right, Di. Pull down your pants and get over the table," said Sally, when they arrived in the kitchen. Diana had already begun to lower her slacks when Sally spoke again. "No, wait, I've got a better idea. I want you the same way you took it at the courthouse." "You mean---" "That's exactly what I mean. I want everything off. Bare tits, bare tushy, bare tootsies, bare everything. Hey, what's the big deal? We're both women, aren't we? You think you got anything under that shirt that 2 billion other women ain't got? Besides, I've seen you naked before. Remember? I've even touched your cute little butt with these hands." Diana was having a few butterflies. Yes, she had been mother-naked for practically all of her spankings. If it were Bruce instead of Sally wielding the instrument of correction, she wouldn't have hesitated at all. Somehow, the prospect of exposing herself completely in front of a woman was arousing, but in this situation there was a possibility of more intimacy than Diana thought she wanted. She swallowed hard, then said, "OK, you're on." She sat down on a kitchen chair and removed her knee-high hose. Standing again, she removed her blouse and folded it. As usual, she hadn't worn a bra. She turned her back on Sally, then peeled her slacks down to her ankles and kicked them away. Now clad only in panties, she turned to face Sally. "Them too," Sally said, patting the spoon against her hand. "Come on, let's get on with it." Diana swallowed hard again, then took off her underpants and assumed the classic position for corporal punishment, bending over her kitchen table. "All right, baby," said Sally, pushing Diana's shoulder down with one hand. Diana heard the swish of the spoon through the air, and felt the sting as it landed on her tail. There was no denying the pain. But after a couple more swats, Diana could feel herself getting slick and turned on. She felt pangs of guilt; after all, it was not her fiance who was spanking her, but someone she knew only casually, and a woman at that. Sally continued to spank Diana; both women lost count of the number of swats. Finally, when tears were dripping from Diana's eyes onto the table, and her bottom was quite red, Sally said, "OK, one more for good measure," swatted her hard, and let go of her shoulder. All Diana had to do was stand and rub her legs together twice; the rest was completely involuntary, and more powerful than she remembered. Let Sally see her naked; let the whole world watch. She didn't care. Her spanking had had its effect. As her orgasm receded, she felt the smart in her bottom--actually a burning sensation was more to the point. Diana, rubbing her bottom, suddenly felt a little embarrassed that she was naked in front of Sally. "Could I get my robe?" she asked, then almost immediately asked herself why she had done this. Why did she have to ask permission to wear her own robe, in her own apartment? Sally nodded, and Diana headed for the bathroom. She came back wearing her long red robe, long enough that her toes just peeped out under the hem. Sally was barefoot, clad in blouse and slacks, and, presumably, bra and panties. "All clothes off," Diana said. "I did it; so can you." Sally removed her blouse and bra, then peeled her slacks and panties down in one motion. She took a step away from the pile of clothing, picked up the wooden spoon, and pressed it into Diana's hand. "Bend over," said Diana. Actually, she was a little bit angry from the pain of her spanking. For a moment, she really wanted to hurt Sally, to make sure her bottom was red and raw. She swallowed, and made herself remember that this was only a game. Sally, meanwhile, bent over the table, thrusting out her bottom invitingly. Diana drew back the spoon and gave Sally a swat, not hard, but hard enough to make Sally jump. She repeated the operation a few more times, a little harder each time. Somehow, something was missing. Diana stopped for a few minutes, then pulled out a chair and sat down. She tossed the wooden spoon away. "Sally, over my knee," she said. Sally lay across Diana's lap, and Diana resumed the spanking, with her bare hand. Diana was enjoying the new feeling of intimacy from direct hand-to-bottom contact. It soon became evident, from the way Sally was moving her hips, that something was happening to her too. "Five more and we're done," said Diana. when Sally's bottom was red enough to slightly resemble the hue of Diana's robe. She administered five hard smacks to Sally's bottom, then eased her off her lap. Sally got to her feet, rubbed her bottom a bit, and hugged Diana. Diana wriggled out of the embrace, unzipped her robe, let it fall to the floor, and hugged Sally. The two women, both naked, experienced orgasm almost simultaneously. Everything afterward was a blur; Diana had a dream-like experience of leading Sally to her own bedroom and the two of them lying down together in Diana's bed, both on their sides, completely naked. The dream seemed to continue: was it a dream, or reality? Did Diana really feel Sally's arms around her, hand and lips caressing her breasts, the other hand gently stroking her pubic area? Did she really feel Sally's body with her own hands? The next thing Diana really remembered was the next morning, as she woke up with Sally beside her, also awakening. "Hi," said Diana, almost involuntarily covering her bosom with part of the sheet. "Come on, now," replied Sally, pulling the sheet away. "What you got that you don't want me to look at? We just slept together naked, didn't we? And hey, thanks for playing along last night. I've never been that turned on before." "Me neither," said Diana. "Never thought I could get so turned on. And all because I ran a stop sign in your little town!" Sally jumped out of bed and yanked the sheets completely off Diana's body. "Last one in the shower is a rotten egg," she shouted. "I've got a better idea," said Diana. "Last one in the shower gets a good spanking!" "You're on," replied Sally. "But I gotta tell you, I run pretty fast, even when I'm bare-ass naked. Get out of bed and stand next to me, so I don't have the advantage. On your mark, get set, go!" The end

Teen Gangbang I want to tell you about how I became who I am today. I never intended for things to turn out this way but it's too late to change now. I am who I am! I still feel like the events of that Saturday night happened to someone else. I was so drunk. It was like I was an observer, rather than a participant. If it hadn't been for the physical evidence and my very sore fanny the next day, I would have almost thought it was just a dream.       My name is Sara. Without an "H"! It always pisses me off when people get that wrong! I was 16 at the time. I'm 5ft 4in tall. I have long brown hair and small to average breasts. I wish they were bigger! I do have a really tight body though. I did gymnastics after school three days a week. I love sport, mainly soccer, and I am very fit. I went to a party that Saturday night. It was the usual teenage party! Josh's parents were away. There were lots of alcohol and mild drugs available. I was still living at home but my parents weren't very strict. I was supposed to be staying at a girlfriend's house that night, so I wasn't expected home until Sunday afternoon. The party was huge! Just about every teenager in town must have been there. A slight exaggeration! Over 50 of us though. Mostly boys! Maybe 15 or so girls! I was having a great time. I was horny as hell and out to get laid. Does that shock you! Yes, girls like to just fuck sometimes as well. I wasn't a virgin! Not even close! I lost my cherry when I was 12. I had only had three boyfriends, but I have had a few one night stands as well, mostly in the previous year. I love how they call them one night stands. With teenage boys, they are mostly 5 minute stands! The point is I wasn't completely sweet and innocent. I had fucked or blown seven or eight of the boys who were at the party that night in the previous year or two. This was mostly my regular social crowd with a few boys from nearby schools that I didn't know. The party was really rocking. I was putting away the drinks pretty quickly. I was trying to get drunk and succeeding admirably. Most of the other girls that were there were with their boyfriends, so I was getting lots of attention from the boys who weren't attached. It was a nice warm night and Josh suggested going for a swim in the pool. There was already a few guys in there. Skinny dipping of course! I really had the hots for Josh so I agreed but I kept my panties on. Josh was all over me in the pool. Kissing and touching. I was enjoying the attention. I was kissing him back and letting his hands wander without too much resistance. I had already decided he was the one I was going to fuck that night! At one point he had me up against the wall of the pool, kissing me and squeezing my tits, below the waterline. Then he put his hand down my panties and slipped his finger inside me. I was getting fingered right there, with about seven other boys in the pool with us. I was pretty sure they knew what was going on. A little while later, Josh got out of the pool to go and get us both a drink. The other boys started gathering round but I had made my decision so it was just a bit of harmless flirting. I was waiting for Josh to come back! We were all laughing and water fighting. Most of them were using that as an excuse to cop a feel. One of them even tried to finger me but I wriggled away. They all managed to fondle my tits though. I had hands going everywhere and only two hands to stop them but It was still just harmless playing around.   Eventually I realised Josh had been gone a long time. I got out of the pool, despite the protests from the boys, and went looking for him. I picked up a T shirt from the deck chair and went inside. I couldn't see Josh anywhere! I thought maybe he was in the bathroom but it had been a long time so I went to make sure he was alright. He wasn't in the bathroom but I need to go, so I locked the door. While I was sitting there on the toilet, I could hear noises coming through the wall from the bedroom next door. Someone was having fun! It was obvious they were having sex! Then I heard Josh's voice! I finished in the bathroom and went next door! Josh and some other guys were tag teaming one of the girls. Josh had his cock in her mouth and the other guy was fucking her. A third guy was standing back waiting for his turn. I was mightily pissed off! The guy I had set my sights on was being blown by another girl, right in front of me. Josh looked up and saw me! He looked stunned for a moment then started to say something. I just said 'fuck you' and walked out. I was really annoyed. I have always managed to get any guy I set my sights on. Being thrown over for a tall blonde bimbo, ten minutes after I let him finger me, really hurt my pride. I went back out to the pool area to get my clothes and go home. I found my top but couldn't see my jeans, or bra anywhere. The guys were calling for me to come back in the pool, but I just wanted to leave. Then one of them called my name and I saw that he was waving my bra in the air from the centre of the pool. One of the other guys did the same thing with my jeans. I asked them to give them to me but they just kept saying 'come and get them'. I didn't really have much choice. I took off the T shirt I had borrowed and jumped in. Naturally that didn't do any good. It just turned into a game with the boys tossing my bra around and me chasing them. I was pissed off at first but eventually my mood changed and I started to laugh along with them. More of the same sort of water fighting as before happened. Only this time my goal was to get my bra back. Their goal was a bit different!   I was play fighting with them. We were in a tight group at the time. I was trying to get my bra from Steve who was holding it above his head. He was much taller than me so I couldn't reach but he was enjoying my bare breasts rubbing up against him as I tried to reach high enough. Whenever my arms were outstretched, reaching for my bra, the other guys would grab my tits or stick their hands between my legs. Then the bra would be passed to someone else and the whole thing was repeated. Everybody got a good feel. The other guys were touching me and squeezing my tits when suddenly, someone pulled my panties down! I don't know who it was! I squealed and tried to stop them but it happened so fast and I was obstructed by hands all over me. Now the game continued except I was totally naked and I had both my bra and panties to get back. I was unsuccessful of course! There was about eight of them and they were all bigger and stronger than me. Eventually I gave up and things settled down a bit. I became more relaxed about being naked in the pool with a group of boys. Two of them, David and Ian were friends with Josh. They had me pinned against the wall and were kissing and touching me all over. I knew both of them from school and I was seriously thinking about letting them take me to one of the bedrooms. I was still pissed off with Josh and fucking two of his friends in his house, was starting to seem like a good way to get revenge. I said 'I need a drink' and David offered to get me one. A few minutes later he came back and gave me a drink of something. After that things got a little hazy. I still don't know if the drink was 'spiked' or if I was just really drunk. Either way, things started to get out of my control. The guys who had me pinned against the wall were getting serious. One of them was always kissing me which made protesting difficult. Their hands were all over me and one of them started fingering me. Things just got more and more heated. It wasn't a game anymore. They were being seriously passionate. I was in the shallow end of the pool now so my tits were out of the water for all to see. I was getting really hot with these two feeling me up and taking turns fingering me. I kind of forgot about all the other guys in the pool. I broke away from David who was kissing me and turned around to reach for my drink. They both didn't stop touching me the whole time. Ian came up behind me and reached around with both hands, cupping my tits. I was having a drink and was still leaning forward on the edge of the pool when he slid his cock inside me from behind. It surprised the hell out of me! I really wasn't expecting it. It happened so quickly and my drink went down the wrong way. I started to choke on my drink and put the glass down. Ian didn't even pause. He kept fucking me while I was choking! Before I could get my breath back, David jumped up and sat on the side of the pool and slid in front of me. His cock was hard and right in my face. As soon as I stopped choking on the Vodka, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head down, shoving his cock in my mouth. Before I even knew what was happening, I was getting it from both ends! Like I said, I was very drunk, maybe even drugged and it was like this was all happening to someone else. David was holding my hair in his fist and was pulling my head up and down on his cock and I wasn't resisting. I may have even been cooperating! His cock was getting really hard now and he was pushing it all the way down my throat. I've always found it easy to swallow cock. I know lots of girls that say they gag, but I have never had that problem. I was deep throating him, and he was loving it. Ian gave an almighty thrust and came inside me, pushing me forward and my head came off David's cock for a moment. Then Ian pulled out. I felt the sudden absence of his cock much more than I felt him fucking me. Isn't that strange? I thought that David would jump in and start to fuck me then, but he just pulled my head back down and I continued sucking him. I still felt Ian's hands on my body from behind, reaching around and squeezing my tits. Then he entered me again. His cock was still as hard as a rock! Then I realised, it wasn't Ian! I had forgotten all about the other guys in the pool and one of them had just started fucking me. I knew most of the boys in the pool but I was being fucked by one of them and I didn't even know who it was!  I tried to lift my head up to put a stop to this. A threesome was ok, I had done it before, but I wasn't intending on getting gangbanged! David was still holding my hair and wouldn't let me go. He had a good hold on my head and he was a lot stronger than me. He just kept moving my head up and down on his cock. I couldn't stop it. Things had gone too far for that and besides, I was kind of enjoying it. After a while I stopped resisting and started really sucking David's cock. The boy behind me, whoever he was, just kept on fucking me. Soon I felt the stranger behind me spasm and I had another load of cum dumped inside me. When he pulled out, I wasn't surprised that someone else immediately took his place. This guy must have been huge. Even after two guys had just fucked me, and even with me being very drunk and relaxed, I could feel him stretching me. I reached between my legs and felt his cock and balls. They were enormous! He soon warmed up and started giving it to me deeper and harder. He was very thick but obviously not too long or it would have hurt more, because he was really pounding into me! I finally had my first orgasm at about the same time that David came in my mouth. As he pulled out of my mouth, I let go a deep moan of pure pleasure. I was coming like never before! It was like a scene from a porn movie, but I couldn't stop myself. I had another orgasm about thirty seconds after the first one.  David was quickly replaced by one of the other guys from the pool but I didn't see which one. Once again I found my head being pulled up and down on a cock. I had two cocks inside me and I didn't know the owner of either of them! The monster cock behind me finally unloaded and boy did I feel it! He thrust forward so hard I thought he was going to split me in two! I felt surge after surge of his cum, splashing inside me. Finally he pulled out and I felt empty as the cool pool water rushed in. Not for long though! Another cock slid inside me, more easily this time but he didn't seem to mind.   A few minutes later the guy in my mouth pulled my head up and sprayed all over my face. I recognised him then. It was a boy called Anthony who was in one of my classes. He let go of my head and jumped back into the pool. For the first time I could see more than just the belly of the boy in front of me. Everyone from inside the house had come out to watch the show! About 20 people in front of me on the patio were all looking at my cum covered face and watching me get fucked by multiple guys. I could only see one girl. She was Julie, one of the girls I know from school and she was there with her boyfriend. As I caught her eye, she shook her head in disgust, grabbed her boyfriend's arm and left. That left me as the only girl with seven or eight guys in the pool and about another 18 guys in front of me.   I scooped up a handful of pool water and rinsed the cum off my face. Soon after that, the guy fucking me came inside me. I was still bent over the side of the pool and moaning with pleasure. It was clear to everyone that I was enjoying myself. A couple of the guys from the patio grabbed my arms and lifted me out of the pool. They carried me inside and laid me on the kitchen table. There were a few more guys inside. Not very many though. Most of them had been outside watching me get fucked. One of the guys slid me to the end of the table, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and entered me. Another one at the side of the table turned my head, pulled me towards his cock, and I started sucking again. Four or five more guys fucked me in the same way and another two came on my face, then someone started taking pictures. I saw the camera flash a few times but I was too far gone to care. I wasn't really sucking cock anymore. I was in too much of a drunken daze for that. The guys were just holding my head and fucking my face. They seemed to enjoy pulling out and spraying my face rather than coming in my mouth. Soon I was a real mess. I couldn't even open my eyes and I started to drift off into a drunken stupor. After a few more guys had cum in my cunt and on my face, they carried me outside and threw me in the pool! That woke me up! I guess they were just trying to clean me up without getting their hands messy! I could hardly move but a couple of the guys in the pool held me up. I was carried out of the pool again. I felt hands drying me with a couple of towels, and then I was taken to the main bedroom and thrown on the bed. I had barely hit the bed when someone was on top of me and once again I was getting fucked. Someone else pulled my head towards their cock. I found I could open my eyes again and I saw that it was Josh. I could taste cunt juice on his cock and remembered the blonde he had been with earlier. He had obviously fucked her and now he was making me suck her juices off his cock! A few minutes later the guy fucking me came and Josh took his place in my cunt. Now I was finally getting what I wanted earlier, Josh was fucking me! It wasn't quite the romantic evening I had planned on though. I have no idea how many guys fucked me that night. Most of them! All of them! Who knows? I just know it went on for a long time. Eventually I totally passed out! I was incredibly stiff and sore the next day. My tits were bruised! My jaw ached! My cunt hurt! So did my ass! At least one person had fucked me up the ass. I don't even remember that happening! It must have been while I was unconscious. When I woke up there were still a few guys awake and a lot more crashed out all over the house. Two of them were in the bed with me! It was nearly lunch time. My hair felt like it had a bottle of glue squeezed into it with all the dried cum and I couldn't open one eye, so I had a quick shower and washed my hair. When I got out, I couldn't find any of my clothes. Josh gave me something of his mothers. An old lady dress! Yuck! I live in a small town so it was only a couple of miles home. I walked the whole way, aching from head to toe. Nobody offered to drive me home! I got home and got inside without being seen by mum or dad. I had another couple of hours sleep and another shower before showing myself downstairs. I felt sure that somehow, what I had done would be written all over my face but everything was normal, at home at least. Back at school on Monday was different. The stories ran wild. Everyone knew about it. The photos were being sent from phone to phone. Apparently there was even a movie file, taken with someone's camera phone, which was being shared around. Everyone treated me like I was the town slut from then on. I lost all my girlfriends. The boys showed me lots of attention but all they were after was a quick fuck. I shut myself away for a few weeks but teenagers are not solitary creatures. I started going out on dates again. I was very lonely and looking for affection. With my reputation, every boy that asked me out expected to get lucky and I didn't disappoint them. Since I had lost all my real friends, spreading my legs was the only way I could maintain a social life.  The girls at school called me a slut and a whore but the boys kept asking me out. It got so a hand on my leg was all it took for my legs to open wide. If a boy put his hand on my head or shoulder and gave the slightest downwards pressure, I would drop to my knees, open my mouth, and reach for his cock. I became known as an easy lay. I was getting fucked four or five times a week. Sometimes with more than one guy! Not another gangbang. Just the occasional threesome! One night I was in the park with two boys when one of the guys said something like, "This slut is so loose. I can't touch the sides". I was devastated because he was right. I had stopped going to gymnastics and all the fucking was stretching my cunt wide. I knew I had to do something. I started working out again. I bought some heavy metal balls from a sex shop on line. You have to hold them in your cunt, to force you to keep the muscles tight. At first I couldn't hold even one without a great deal of effort. It kept on slipping out when I lost concentration. Gradually it got easier and I started going through the whole day with one of them inside me. Occasionally it would slip out and roll around in my panties until I popped it back in. Eventually I could keep it in without even thinking about it. Then I inserted two of them. The extra weight made it difficult again but I soon got used to it. Then it was three. Then it was four. This took several weeks and I was still getting fucked almost nightly during the process. Nevertheless, I soon got my body and my cunt back in shape.   I was getting nailed by a couple of guys one night when I decided to show the one on top of me what muscle control is all about. On every thrust I relaxed my cunt so he could enter me easily. On every withdrawal I gripped him tightly, forcing the blood into the head of his cock as he withdrew. He got so hard I thought he was going to burst! He said to his friend "Fuck this bitch is tight", which made my day. All my work had paid off. He soon came inside me and then I did the same to his friend. It was tiring, contracting my cunt muscles every second or so, but it was very satisfying watching their faces as I worked my magic on their cocks.   We lived in a small town so I guess it was inevitable that my parents heard rumours about my exploits. Mum gave me a talk about safe sex but she didn't say anything about my activities. We moved town quite suddenly a few months later! To give me a fresh start as a decent girl I suspect. That didn't really work out as they planned. I did try to be 'good' but I found myself in a big city with no friends. I still had my final year of school to go and I knew one sure fire way for a girl to make friends. I wasn't the town slut anymore but it was only a few months before most of the boys knew that if we went on a date, they would get laid. I could live with that. The girls didn't hate me and I didn't fuck or flirt with any of their boyfriends. I had friends again, both male and female. I set up a Facebook homepage and had lots of friends from school add me as a 'friend'. I kept my account private. Only my school friends could see me but I had dozens of them. I was popular again and not for the wrong reasons.    About six months later I got invited to go swimming up at the lake by a guy named Jimmy. He was a boy from school and one of my Facebook friends as well. He said a bunch of people were going. Jimmy was a nice guy and I wanted a steady boyfriend instead of screwing a different guy or two every week, so I said yes. I was hoping he could be the boyfriend I was looking for. He was gorgeous! I   t was about an hour and a half drive to the lake down a bumpy country road. Jimmy and I held hands and flirted a bit on the way. I was getting wet just holding his hand! When we got there it was beautiful. There was a small but nice cabin and the lake was magnificent. I couldn't wait to go for a swim. There were three of Jimmy's friends there already, all boys. I assumed there would be other girls coming as well. We went inside the cabin and I asked Jimmy where I could get changed into my bathing suit. He showed me the bedroom and then he left. I started getting changed and was topless when Jimmy walked back in. I covered my breasts with my arms and was about to tell him to leave but he walked up to me and started touching me. I wanted him, I just didn't expect it to be this quick. He had me fully undressed and on the bed in nothing flat. Within seconds he had his pants down and I could see that his cock was already hard. He entered me in one quick thrust with nothing much in the way of foreplay, but I was wet enough that it didn't hurt much. It was the change in his manner that bothered me. He wasn't flirting or kissing me anymore. He was just fucking me for his own pleasure, as if I was a blow up doll. About ten minutes later one of the other guys came into the room and said "Hurry up Jimmy, I want a turn". I was shocked! I hadn't given them any reason to believe that I did that sort of thing. I started to say something about not fucking his friends. Jimmy just said in a really aggressive voice, "Shut the fuck up slut". Then he rolled me over on my hands and knees. I was scared! I didn't really know Jimmy all that well and he now seemed like a different person altogether. I didn't know the other guys at all. Before Jimmy had even finished, the other guys came in. One of them tried to stick his cock in my mouth but I turned my head away and Jimmy slapped my ass, hard! He didn't even say anything. He just wrenched my head around and the other guy shoved his cock in my mouth and started face fucking me. I didn't want to suck him so I wasn't doing anything to cooperate or help him cum. I would have bit him but I was too frightened. Jimmy started fucking me harder and I knew he was close to cumming. A few minutes later he slammed into me so hard it hurt. I screamed around the cock in my mouth but the guy wouldn't let go of my head. He used that opportunity to shove his cock deep down my throat and he held it there. Jimmy unloaded deep inside me while my head was held down on the other guys cock. I couldn't breathe! I can deep throat but I can't keep it there for a long time. I was starting to suffocate when I felt the next cock enter my cunt. Then the guy I was giving head to pulled his cock out far enough for me to take a breath. He warned me to start sucking properly or he would leave it in my throat for longer next time.  I took his threat seriously and I started sucking like a wild woman! I used every skill I could think of. I swirled my tongue around the head. I played with his balls. I stroked the base of his cock. Anything to make him cum! He let go a load of cum into my mouth and told me to lick his cock clean. I did! Some of it had run down to his balls. I kept licking and sucking until there wasn't a trace of cum on him anywhere. When he was finally satisfied he got up and someone else took his place. I was getting gangbanged again! Even though there were only four of them, this time was much worse. I was stone cold sober this time and they were being quite rough. I tried to show as much enthusiasm as possible because I was scared they would hurt me if I didn't. After they had all fucked me, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and then went out to the lounge room. I still couldn't understand how this had happened. I did nothing to lead these guys on, yet they were treating me like a cheap whore. I put on a smile, as if I was having a great time, because I didn't want to be roughed up anymore.  Besides, I wanted to go home and they had the only cars. We were miles from anywhere! In the lounge room, the guys were watching a porno on a lap top computer and laughing. They called me over and showed me what they were watching. It was titled "Sara Marshall - The Gang Bang Girl". It was me! I was spread on the kitchen table at Josh's place getting gangbanged. I watched while three guys went through me, plus two who came on my face. The guy fucking me pulled out and the camera did a close up of my cunt. Cum was dripping out of me. One of the guys pushed down on my stomach and cum flooded out of my cunt. I don't even remember that happening. I was stunned but I couldn't tear myself away. Jimmy said he found it on the Internet after doing a search for me. I didn't even know it was there. "That's how I knew you were into this sort of thing", he said. I didn't know what to say. There was no way I could convince them that I wasn't really into gangbangs. Especially since I had just finished fucking all four of them! Apparently very enthusiastically! The guys kept watching my movie and I couldn't help but watch it as well. The guys broke out some beers and made lots of crude comments throughout the whole thing. It only went for 25 minutes, so it was only a small part of what I had endured that night. The boys all got so horny from watching the movie that they took turns at me again, right there in the lounge room. They weren't so rough this time, so I kept on cooperating. I wanted to keep things friendly! I must have got a bit aroused watching my movie because this time I had an orgasm. When they were done for the second time, I went to the bathroom to clean up again. When I came back out, one of the guys was gone. I asked where he was. Jimmy said he had gone to get supplies for the night. I told him "I thought this was just a day trip". He said "Not anymore. We decided to stay the night". He looked at me and smiled. I knew I was in for a night of more sex but it was worse than I thought. When Steve came back from the supply run, he brought two more cars with him. Another seven guys got out. That's when I realised I was going to need lots of alcohol! This was going to be a very long night! The guys took turns at me all night long. In every hole! For the first time, I was fucked up the ass while I was conscious. It hurt at first but wasn't too bad. I persuaded them to use lubricant but the first two or three guys to fuck my ass still hurt. Eventually I loosened up a bit and started to enjoy it. Then they all wanted my ass, even the ones who had already fucked me. At one point they had me straddling a guy on the floor, sucking the cock of a guy kneeling in front of me, as well as getting fucked up the ass by a third guy. I actually had lots of orgasms that night. I lost count after about ten. In the morning a couple of the guys took me home. The ride home was uncomfortable. I was very sore. Bouncing up and down on the bumpy road was quite painful on my bruised cunt and asshole. Mum and Dad weren't home when we got there so the two boys who brought me home fucked me once more each on the lounge room floor of my home and then left. Just a few minutes later Mum and Dad got home.   Later that evening I checked my Facebook account and found that Jimmy had posted a link on my homepage. The link took me to the site where Jimmy found the movie file of `Sara Marshall - The Gang Bang Girl'. It also had over a hundred pictures from the first gangbang at Josh's house. Jimmy had added a few more pictures he had taken last night as well.  My face was clearly recognisable in most of them and many of them were 'tagged' with my full name, just like the movie. They must have posted the link last night because it had been on my homepage for nearly 24 hours! All my friends must have seen it by now. My life was ruined! It was going to be just like before.   The next day at school I got lots of cold stares from the girls and rude comments and come ons from the boys. I got called a slut so many times I lost count. I had lost all my friends again and it wasn't my fault! I wasn't the gangbang slut everyone thought I was. The first time I was drunk or drugged. The second time I was just too scared to say no.    I only had six months of school left but that felt like an eternity. I was asked out on a date nearly every night. The guys 'knew' I was a sure thing and wanted sex. They would get really angry if I tried to say no. They thought that I was a slut who loved to fuck, so why not them? It's kind of understandable from their point of view. In the end I stopped even trying to say no. I was getting screwed on every date and I was going out four or five times a week.  Some days I was being fucked at lunch time in school as well. I had totally lost the will to say no. If a boy grabbed my hand and dragged me into a closet or an empty classroom, I just went without resistance. I would drop to my knees at the slightest hint they wanted their cocks sucked. And believe me, teenage boys always want their cocks sucked. Three boys even fucked me, very quietly, in the school library in the middle of the day. They took turns keeping a lookout for the librarian or anyone else who might happen along. I was frequently dripping with cum but If I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, I got nasty comments from the girls like 'Here to wipe the cum from your cunt are you slut". It didn't help that most of the time they were right. I couldn't face them, so I stopped using the bathroom at school altogether. I spent most of the afternoons with wet, cum soaked panties after being screwed at lunch time, because I wouldn't go clean myself up. Sometimes the boys took my panties as souvenirs and I would spend the afternoon with cum running down my legs under my long tartan skirt. My favorite time of day was at the gym after school. It was a private gym a long way from my school. It was the only place other than my home, where I could still be me. I even had a few friends that were regulars there and for the next few months this was the highlight of my day. Then one day, there was a group of men working out and they kept looking at me. They were quite a bit older than me. They looked in their mid to late twenties so they definitely weren't from my school. One of them was particularly big and muscular but I didn't recognise any of them. I didn't really think too much about it, as it's not unusual to have a few guys in there working out even during the women's gymnastics sessions, and I'm used to attracting stares from men.  When I finished my training, I was returning some equipment to one of the equipment rooms. The guys walked in to put away their weights. I looked up as I heard the door open and I saw the five men come in, including the huge guy I had seen earlier. I smiled and nodded hello as I went back to what I was doing. I wasn't worried. It was a public gym and there were dozens of people outside the door including lots of women. Anyone could walk in at anytime so I felt quite safe. I put my things away and started to leave the equipment room. As I was walking past them, one of them grabbed me. He spun me around and bent me over the pommel horse. The other two grabbed my arms and held me there. I saw the other man go and lock the door! I don't know how he came to have a key! One of them shoved a rag into my mouth as the other guy was locking the door. In one swift move the guy behind me had my skirt up, my panties down, and he was pulling down his shorts. Fortunately I always take the metal balls out when I'm training!  The guys took turns at me right there! I don't know if the rag was to stop me calling for help or to stop me from moaning with pleasure. They kept changing positions, so every few minutes I was looking into the face of a different man who was holding my arms pinned down in front of me. The big guy was the last one to fuck me! He placed one hand in the middle of my back and pushed me further forward. The guys holding my arms over the pommel horse pulled harder. I was raised on to the tips of my toes as the big guy grabbed my hips and lifted me up for easier access because he was so tall. I felt the big guys cock pushing at my cunt. I felt my cunt stretching wider as he pushed at me and I tried to relax my muscles or I knew this was going to hurt. I concentrated on relaxing and my cunt opened even wider. He still wasn't inside me yet! How big was this guy? Suddenly my cunt gave way and he was inside me. I could hardly breathe. It was like losing my virginity all over again! He fucked me fast and hard. It didn't last long but within a couple of minutes, I came with the strongest orgasm I have ever had. I nearly passed out it was so strong. A few moments later he flooded my cunt with his cum. He pulled out of me, pulled up his shorts and they all walked out. I was left bent over the pommel horse with my skirt up around my waist, my panties around my knees, and I was still quivering in the aftershock of the most powerful orgasm ever. As I stood there, dripping cum down my legs, I realised that I had just been fucked by five total strangers.  They never even spoke to me. Not a word! Anyone else would have screamed for help or at least struggled. What did I do? I stood there and let them all fuck me and I had the best orgasm of my life! I had become the total cum slut that everyone thought I was!   I no longer had anywhere I could go without being the Gangbang girl. I returned to the gym a few more times. Very cautiously at first because I didn't want a repeat, but I never saw those guys again.  That didn't matter though because everyone looked at me differently now. It was clear that my reputation had spread even here. Most of the men I had become friendly with at the gym, asked me out over the next few weeks and one by one they all fucked me. Usually in the back seat of their cars in the parking lot, before they went home to their wives or girlfriends. It wasn't just school 'friends' that were screwing me anymore . Some of these guys were in their thirties and I was still sixteen! Three of them dragged me into the men's locker room one day and took turns at me. I had screwed all three of them in the last few weeks but not at the same time. There was a broken weight bench being stored in there and they put it to good use. They stripped me naked, laid me on the bench, lifted my legs high into the air and tied my ankles to the upright posts using skipping ropes. One on the left and one on the right. One of the guys stuffed my panties into my mouth while another tied my hands above my head to the far end of the bench. It wasn't to stop me screaming for help. They knew I would let them fuck me. I think they just enjoyed gagging me with my own wet panties. Then they adjusted the bench to a comfortable height and started to fuck me. Their cocks were much bigger than the average teenager's cocks and they lasted much longer. They took turns fucking me and then just walked out, taking my gym clothes with them and laughing about the Gangbang girl. They took all my clothes except for my panties, which were still stuffed in my mouth.   I was exhausted when they had done with me and was still tied naked on the bench with my legs spread high to either side. I remained like that for nearly an hour before another group of men came in and were surprised to see me there. There were six of them and some of them recognised me. I had fucked a couple of them already. One of the guys who didn't know me, thought I had been raped and rushed forward to help me and told one of the others to call the police. The other men laughed and told him about me. I distinctly heard him say 'gangbang girl' in disgust and then he left. Almost as soon as he left, the remaining five men looked at each other and moved toward me, unzipping their pants. One of them started to fuck me while another took my panties out of my mouth and put them in his pocket. He immediately replaced my panties with his cock, and I started to suck him off while his friend fucked me.  They all changed positions a few times and I sucked and fucked the lot of them. My mouth was very dry from having my panties shoved in them for so long and I was actually quite relieved when the first man moistened my mouth with his hot jism. At least they untied me when they had finished with me, which is more than the first group had done. They did walk off with my panties though! I had a change of clothes in the girls locker room but that was at the other end of the gym and I was totally naked.   I looked around the change room for some kind of clothing or a towel but there was nothing. Too many thefts had taught people to lock everything in their lockers. I snuck out of the men's locker room and made my way cautiously to the other end of the gym. I had to duck around a few corners. I hid for a few minutes in an empty squash court as some people came by, then I made a 20 yard sprint down the main corridor.  Surprisingly, I made it to the ladies locker room without anyone seeing me. I raced through the door and quickly shut it behind me, only to find three ladies in there looking at me. I was a mess! I was naked! My hair and face had cum all over them. That last sprint had released loads of cum from my pussy and It was running down my legs in huge quantities, readily visible at a glance. These were some of the ladies I had been doing gymnastics with over the last few months. We were friendly a few months ago. That friendliness cooled when they heard the rumours about me. Now, with proof right in front of them, they turned totally cold. They called me every name under the sun. Slut and whore were the nicest ones. I  realised I couldn't come back here anymore. I had just lost my last refuge!   I had finally become the total cum slut that everyone always thought I was! I would fuck or suck any cock, anywhere, anytime. Any man or group of men that wanted me could just take me, with or without asking. The harder I was fucked, the more men that were involved, and the more forcefully I was restrained, just added to my pleasure!    My life as the 'Gangbang Girl' had really started!   Sara Marshall

The Girl bysam_pool© The Girl Ch. 01 The Girl sat on the Museum steps waiting for her friend, she was early, but in no rush. She played with her smart phone, not being one for social networking sites, she read blog after blog of nonsense, and spent hours watching music video. Tonight, herself and the friend were going for a few drinks, and maybe tease some boys in the rock bars in town. She loved teasing boys, but always made sure the boys knew they were being teased, all just fun, and the boys loved it too. She checked the time, still 15 minutes till the friend was due, she uncoiled her earphones and started to search on her phone for some music to listen to that she hadn't heard before. She noticed some teenage lads in the distance skateboarding, and searched for something fast and noisy. A text alert buzzed her to let her know the friend was 10 minutes away, cool. As she listened to the fast music, she was reading a blog about some sad looser that collected tea towels, and took them all over the country to enter them in competitions, some people eh. She noticed that the skateboarders were closer now and gathered around a bench 20 yards away, chatting and laughing, they looked to be about 18 years old, 7 years her junior. She vaguely recognized some of them from the bars in town, or maybe all youngsters had started to look the same. She thought she'd still pass for a teenager. Some of the boys were standing with their backs to her, and some were sitting on the backrest of the bench facing her. Another text from the friend, 5 minutes away, if the friend stopped texting, she'd be here by now. The girl glanced in the direction of the skateboarders, one of the boys that faced her had noticed her, he was trying to look at her without her or the others noticing, he looked nice for a youngster and wore a Ramones t-shirt, the music playing on her earphones was the Ramones. She smiled at the boy, but he didn't seem to notice. She suddenly realized that from her height up the steps, he must be looking up her skirt. She felt her face flush, but it wasn't with embarrassment or anger. She tensed for a moment, and looked back to her smartphone, she was smiling widely and couldn't help it. She looked back to the boy. He was oblivious to his friends, and just stared with lust. She thought about what clothes she'd put on for tonight, the old denim skirt wasn't particularly short, but her knickers were very brief, almost G-string, she was wandering how much of her body the boy could see. Certainly the underside of the top of her thighs, and the gusset of her knickers stretched tight over her mound. The boy was in a trance, she moved her leg a fraction of an inch, he got an even better look at her crotch and thighs, his eyes seemed to bulge, and she was sure his crotch did too. She wandered if she could make him come from 20 yards and with no hands, and giggled a little, she thought of what she could do next, maybe open her legs a fraction or wriggle to make her skirt ride up a bit. This line of thinking was turning her on, and she felt the moist warmth between her thighs tremble. Why hadn't she thought like this before? Surely she'd noticed that men had ogled her. The feeling was immense, the power she could have! The fun she could have! The sex she could have. She parted her knees and gave the skateboarder a long glorious flash of her knickers and thighs, and the thought of him furiously jerking himself for a month over her, gave a tingle through her belly to her quim. Her friend arrived at that very second, "here I am" cooed the friend, the girl sprang to her feet and embraced her, she looked over the friends' shoulder, to see the boy red in the face and holding his skateboard in front of his crotch, she was convinced she'd made him come. "It's great to see you, let's get that drink, I've got so much to tell you" The girl and her friend had a fantastic night out, they told each other all about their lives in the last few weeks, the girl slowly built up with the power of booze, to tell all about the flashing at the young boy on the museum steps. The friend was horrified and chastised the girl for being foolish and sluttish. "Anything could've happened, there was a gang of men, and you show them your wears, just like that" "It wasn't like that" the girl explained, but the friend just didn't understand. The girl gave up and put the incident out of her head, and concentrated on getting drunk with her friend and having a great night out. The Girl Ch. 02 The next day, the girl got up late and sat in her pajamas reading the newspapers with her flat mate, she wanted to tell the flat mate about the previous night, showing her body to strangers on the museum steps, but knew that she wouldn't be understood, and wasn't quite sure that she understood herself. Lunchtime came and went. Flat mate went for her usual long bike ride, the girl was alone, she kept on thinking about the museum steps, replaying it over and over, the feeling of control, empowerment, the filthiness, and the sexiness. The girl went to her room, and with her rabbit, came quickly and totally. She had some chores to do this afternoon, before an evening watching DVDs and a bottle of wine with her flat mate. The weekly trip to the supermarket and an hour and a half in the launderette. The girl had always thought of herself as being good looking, fit and sexy, she didn't go in for blouses, high heels, miniskirts and layers of makeup. She was comfortable in her old denim skirt, stripy socks, baseball boots and a fairly tight top to show of her boobs, she loved her tits, and she thought her tits loved her. The girl thought again about flashing her knickers on the museum steps the night before, ooo and the tingle down under. At the launderette, the girl sat with her back to the wall, she wasn't in the mood for reading pointless blogs, so uncoiled her earphones and chose some old relaxing music, she sat with her eyes closed listening to Pink Floyds' wish you were here album, which reminded her of her uncle smoking dope at her parents' house when she was little. She sat with her sun glasses on and eyes closed for 40 minutes, soaking up the hippy vibes of the music, the album ended, she exhaled heavily but kept her eyes closed, and listened to the sound of the launderette. She cracked open her eyes the smallest amount she could, and let the tinted light flood in, it took a while to adjust. Still with her eyes just open, looking through her lashes at a fuzzy view of the world. She made out the tall figure of a man sitting on the other side of the launderette, he seemed to be looking at her, watching her. She stayed still and watched back, his eyes moved up and down her body, studying her legs and lingering on her tits, she felt a slight tingle between her thighs, the man was now staring at her boobs, she was loving having her tits scrutinized this way, and being just able to see the man lusting for her body. As if to reward the man, her nipples started to harden, drawing the man's eyes out on stalks. The girl's heart had quickened, her nipples were at full attention and the liquid between her thighs was moving, the man carried on staring and lusting for her. She noticed the newspaper on the man's lap was moving gently, he was rubbing his cock through his jeans! The girl's breathing quickened and her breasts moved with her, she could not believe what was happening. Was she going to bring off another strange man without touching him? Was she going to orgasm by watching a stranger masturbate while watching her? Another launderette customer entered and the man quickly rearranged himself. The girl gathered her whit's and gathered her clothes from the machine. As she left, she looked at the man, he looked friendly and nice, but not her type, she smiled to him and he smiled back. When outside the girl burst out laughing, bringing the odd look from passersby. "whoo hoo, what's happening" she called to no one. When she got home the girl went to her room, and with her rabbit came quickly and completely. "Do you notice men ogling you" the girl asked her flat mate "Yeah, creeps the hell out of me" "I like it" "Freak" They watched the DVDs, drank their wine, ate some supermarket pizza and talked a little about sex and their boyfriends. Flat mate was going out with a boy from work, so seeing him every day meant they had the weekend apart, so as not doing the over kill thing. The girl's boyfriend lived 60 miles away, by the seaside, he had a few jobs, 3 days a week working in a record shop, 2 afternoons at the architectural salvage yard, 1 all-nighter as a D.J. She hadn't seen him for weeks, but it felt like months. She was sure he'd like to be flashed at and teased, and began to think of ways to drive him crazy. The Girl Ch. 03 When Sunday raised its head, the girl was excited and full of ideas for exhibiting herself, for she thought that she had become an exhibitionist. But should she plan such things? Friday evening on the museum steps and Saturday afternoon at the launderette had just randomly happened. Would planning these events make them work? No! She couldn't plan it, but she could prepare herself for it. Clothes, props maybe, be in the right place to be viewed? The girl usually went to the park for an hour before her favorite Sunday lunch pub opened. It was a warm summer day, the park would be quite busy. She wondered if her favorite spot under the big oak tree would be free, then she thought about what to wear, maybe shorts, maybe leggings, no! She'd just wear her old denim skirt, socks and boots, and her tight white top, she rarely wore a bra, and believed her tits to be perky and shapely enough without one. All the men in her life had enthusiastically agreed. She briefly thought of going commando, but no, not today, today was going to be an experiment. She put some things into a shoulder bag and walked to the park. She wore her sunglasses and a floppy hat, and felt cool and breezy. At the park there were lots of the usual park people, she made her way to the tree lined edge to find it quite deserted, it was still early and the sun hadn't peaked yet. The girl sat under her big oak and rummaged in the bag, out came a thin light throw that she spread out on the grass, her smart phone and bottle of water. She looked around, there was nobody near her, the closest was somebody throwing a ball for a dog 200 yards away. For a while the girl sat with her legs neatly folded to one side, while searching for some music on her phone. Still with an eye on her surroundings, she shifted to sit cross legged, which felt so wrong and dirty, but there was nobody near to see, and the light breezes tickled between her legs, and felt wonderful against the thin cotton of her knickers. The dog walker had moved off so there wasn't anybody within 300 yards, she wriggled slightly and let her skirt ride up a little, exposing more of her slender legs, the slightly naked feeling was great, but she yearned for more, she wished for someone to see her, to look at and to desire her. She quickly reached down between her legs and pulled her panties to one side, fully exposing her quim to the fresh air, oohh the feeling, she covered up and smiled broadly to herself, o what a naughty girl she was. She stretched out on the throw and rolled onto her belly, she took a gulp of water and uncoiled the earphones, and put on some Sunday soul music. She lay there, under her tree, reading some blogs of nonsense, train spotting, bird spotting, they were all crazy, as far as she was concerned, but she loved to read about their lives, maybe she should write a blog of her own, about discovering exhibitionism. The girl became aware of people closer now, her bag had some metallic decorations on that reflected movement from behind her, also the shiny screen of her smartphone gave her a kind of black mirror to spy at what was going on behind her. A game of keep-y up-y between 3 lads was happening a couple of hundred yards away and the occasional dog walker / ball thrower walked by, all seeming to keep a polite distance. 10 minutes later, the keep-y up-y was swelling in numbers and turning into a kick-about, another 5 minutes and teams were being picked, and a full on game of football started. The girl was tempted to sit up facing the game to watch for a while, but it reminded her of school, the girls all watching the boys showing off in the playground. She much preferred that the boys watched the girls showing off. After a while of trying to see what was going on behind her through the reflecting screen, she drifted off thinking about her boyfriend who she was due to visit in a few weeks, she hadn't seen him for 3 weeks because of his stupid jobs and her stupid job. One day when they had loads of money and time, they could spend days in bed and.... The football came rolling past her and stopped at the base of her tree. Had the football lads kicked it her way on purpose? She wondered. A tall athletic figure appeared "nearly got you, ha ha" said a girl in t-shirt, shorts and trainers, "do you fancy a game" she asked while retrieving the ball. The girl smiled and said that she wasn't really dressed for it, "the boys playing wouldn't mind at all, ha ha, see you later" said the footballer and sprang off to resume playing. She smiled, then laughed. She had her music on random play, and she thought about the beach near her boyfriend's flat, they had joked about skinny dipping one night but never had done it, now she was thinking of doing it again and more! She remembered a time in the cinema, they'd sat in the dark, almost empty picture house and stroked each other between the legs, teasing through their jeans, until they'd got home and fucked for the rest of the night. Oh she ached for him. Would she go home now, to her rabbit?, or carry on to Sunday lunch and some friends company. As if to answer, her stomach rumbled and the football came flying like a shot into her tree and bounced violently past her nose, spoiling her reverie. The girl quickly gathered her things together into her bag, jumped to her feet and headed up the hill to the pub. The Girl Ch. 04 She entered the pub, and walked to the far end of the bar to where the manager stood. She was breathing hard and felt her chest rising tightly making her boobs bounce a little more than usual. The barman and barmaid's eyes followed her across the room, she knew they were both looking at her tits, and she loved it. She smiled as she reached the manager. The manager was the only other female that the girl had kissed, one drunken night in a dark club corner, snogging and feeling each other's tits. Oh! Those were days, thought the girl. The two embraced, and brushed each other's cheeks, she felt their tits rub together, and a spark flickered in her belly. No!, it would never happen again, as much as the girl loved the manager, it wasn't meant to be sexual, and she knew the other woman would fall madly for her, and she would never return the feelings. Great friends they were, and that's how the girl wanted their relationship to remain. They stood at the bar with a pint of beer each, like a couple of guys, chatting about ...guys. The manager had been dating (if that's the word for it) another pub landlord, you know , working unsociable hours in the pub, limited time off, it was meant to be a match made in heaven. But no, it wasn't to be. They ended up just having a handful of rushed dates because of staff shortages/deliveries/unforeseen problems at work, a hand full of quick unsatisfying shags etc. etc... Same old story, thought the girl, and told told her about seeing her boyfriend in a few weeks, and her newfound love of being ogled in public, and her thoughts of flashing her body. The manager thought this hilarious and nearly choked on her beer, the girl quickly made her swear that she wouldn't tell a soul, but had to agree to flash at her at some point in the future in exchange. The pub was quiet today, but after a little while the manager was called away to attend to some pub business, changing a barrel and then to help in the kitchen because someone had called in sick, the girl didn't envy her in the least, being on constant call would drive her mad. She took a seat at a table big enough for four, in the hope someone she knew would have had the same thoughts about Sunday lunch as herself. She sat facing the bar, and observed the bar staff and the few other customers dotted around the place. The barman and maid were roughly her age and both looked quite fit, they were talking quietly, and quite closely, she thought about the sex they were probably having, rutting after a night serving beer to pissed punters, a quickie in the cellar, maybe doggie style over the pool table. She smiled at the thoughts, and looked around the pub for more spots she'd like to have sex. There was a quiet private snug, all sofa and cushions, probably seen a lot of action. She was about to take out her smartphone, when a couple she knew came through the doors and joined her. It was great to see them after the 3 or 4 weeks, when they hadn't bumped into each other. The couple said they had been sooo broke, and just trying to do as much overtime at work as they could, but had finally got back to just treading water, financially that is. They finished their food amongst chat about what was meant to be cool on facebook and the like, but the girl had to blag it a bit, because she couldn't be bothered much with social networking, and instead talked of the music she had discovered on youtube. The girl had already decided she wouldn't try to show her body off to anyone in the pub, because she knew too many people that went in there. After lunch with the couple, they stayed for another drink or two, drawing the afternoon out, so the evening and inevitable Monday morning would take longer to come round. The couple told her about their habit of buying a lottery ticket on Saturday but not checking it till midnight on Sunday, so like Schrödinger's cat, it could be counted as either/neither a winning or losing lottery ticket, they also said that it was a little depressing going to bed on Sunday having just lost on the lottery, but from this week, they were going to fuck for an hour after checking their numbers, so the weekend finished on a high note. The girl thought for a minute of her boyfriend and sighed, a little too loudly. The coupled giggled and teased her about not getting enough sex, and that she was always welcome to join them in their bed, to which they all laughed as ever, it was a running joke, what with her boyfriend living down by the seaside. The girl retaliated and tried to embarrass them by describing some new imaginary sex toys she had taken delivery of, and went on to invent a new job for herself, writing reviews of the toys. They all agreed that would be a fantastic job and vowed to look into it next week when they were back at work. After another drink, time was getting on. The couple were debating whether to have another drink on the way home, and yes it was decided they would pop into their local pub. The girl kissed them both goodnight and went in search of the manager to say goodbye. She enquired at the bar as to where she might be, the barmaid told her that she was down the cellar and that the girl could pop through to where the cellar door was to call for her, but not to go any further as the licensed premises were off bounds. The girl knew the drill and thanked the barmaid, she went through the bar's side hatch and into the corridor at the side, to the cellar door. The door was open and the light was on, illuminating the rickety looking stairs that looked more like a ladder. The girl called to the manageress that she was going home and to have a good evening, but there was no reply. She waited a minute to see if the manageress would magically appear like usual. But nothing. The girl bent down and peered into the gloomy stairwell. Still nothing, she hitched her skirt up a little and squatted on her haunches, low enough to give herself a better view. The manager magically appeared and startled the girl. "WOW! Green knickers, classy and sexy" said the manager who popped up and was eye level with and staring directly at the girls' crotch, they both laughed a little. The girl felt tense and her immediate reaction was to cover herself, but she quickly composed her thoughts and asked if the manager liked her green knickers, "Yes, I sure do, where did you get them from?" was the reply. "That new internet shop" answered the girl. This could turn into a contest of wills. The manager staring at her green clad honeypot, and the girl not wanting to bottle out. The manager seemed closer as she said "What beautiful thighs", still staring. The girl thought she could feel the other woman's breath on her legs, she felt hot, but wrong. Nothing would happen though, they were just girlfriends complimenting each other. The girl was looking into the manager's eyes and commented on how big her pupils had become, and watched the Iris's move as they drank in the view of her green pouch, she glanced down at the others tits, and saw her nipples stiff beneath her shirt, and remembered touching and tweaking them in the nightclub. She felt the manager's warm hands on her knees, they steadied her, as she had begun to tremble slightly. The girl leant lightly against the hands, the manager face was even closer now and she gently moved her knees apart a few more inches. The manager's eyes were the size of golf balls, as were her nipples. The girl's quim felt slippery within her pants and her legs parted further, under the guide of the others hands. "I can see that you're wet, and I want you" said the manageress. The girl had never felt so sex starved and horny as this before, never mind with another girl. She gasped as she felt the manager's head move between her thighs, and firstly her hot breath and then her hot tongue lick at the moisture soaking her green knickers... "Oh my gggooddd". "HEY BOSS THE GUINESS HAS GONE, CAN YOU PUT ANOTHER BARREL ON!" came a shout from the bar. They both jumped a mile, the girl landed on her arse, with her legs in the air, while the manager gasped with a bright red face and twinkling eyes. The barman poked his head round the corner, and started to shout the message again, but stopped when he saw the girl on the floor, legs akimbo. He couldn't help but to look up the girl's skirt. She smiled as she saw where the barman was looking, and as he mouthed the words "Wow, green", she started to laugh and heard the manager giggling too, he was still staring at her knickers, but she couldn't care less. They stood at the bar with southern comfort and ice, and talked quietly for a few minutes. The manager apologized and said that she was just over come with lust at the sight that met her on the way out of the cellar. And when they'd chatted earlier, she didn't think flashing would happen so soon, and so close up and personal. The girl told her how guilty she felt for leading her friend on, and that she didn't think for a minute that it would have gone so far. "Hey" said the manager "that was amazing, and I'll be treasuring the moment for a very long time, and I can't wait for some me time later". The girl agreed about the "me time". They hugged and parted, still friends, but a little more intimate than before. They both thought of how far they would end up going. The girl left the pub, and began to walk home, her damp knickers and the slippy skin at the top of her thighs rubbing together made her feel gloriously dirty, and she couldn't wait to see her rabbit. She heard a rumble approach from behind and turned to see the bus coming. "Fab", she said to no one. The bus stopped for her, she paid the driver and scurried half way down the deserted carriage, and flumped into the seat, from the bag on her lap, she automatically got out her smart phone and uncoiled the ear phones, in a few seconds she was listening to The White Stripes, and feeling warm liquid inside and beautifully filthy in her head. The urge to bring herself off, there on the bus was excruciating, she was sure it would only take seconds, but she wanted it to take longer. She arrived at the flat, pink faced and sweaty, she didn't bother to say hi to the flat mate, but just went straight to her room to masturbate over and over, first with fingers, then with her rabbit, she came utterly, again and again. The Girl Ch. 05 Monday at work went by in a haze of boredom. The girl left at five with the usual feeling of freedom and joy. It was sunny but not a hot evening, she decided to walk the long way home, around the park instead of across the middle. And up and over the chip shop hill, but wouldn't be indulging in the chips. This route home took maybe an hour to walk, but it made her feel a little bit healthier. Walking around the park had the advantage of a well maintained path to follow and still being within the park boundaries, amongst the shrubs and ornamental gardens, as opposed to waking across the middle of the park, dodging cyclists and footballs. Half way around she found a bench to sit on, in a gap in the bushes, looking onto the park. She took out her smartphone and uncoiled the ear phones and chose some AC/DC to rock the rest of the way home to. As she walked and listened to the music she thought again of her sexy encounter with the manageress, and what it would be like to spend the night with another woman, the soft tenderness, the gentle yielding skin.., then she thought of her boyfriend's glorious cock, and his firm body and strength, maybe she should try to combine the two and have a threesome? But she wasn't so keen on sharing him. Maybe she should open up about her bisexual feelings a bit more, she could be a part time dyke at home, and a cock mad nympho shag machine when she visited her boyfriend, she smiled and laughed at the ideas. Hard bodies and hard cock won every time. The music finished as she got to the road, to cross for chip shop hill. It was very steep, she still had the option of walking the other, flatter way, but no, it would wake her up and make her more alive. Half way up the hill, she sure felt alive, as her legs strained and lungs tightened and made wheezing noises, nearly there though, she must push on, burn off that pizza she had on Saturday and those pints of beer yesterday. She reached the top and paused to catch her breath, she inhaled deeply, breathed in in the delicious smell of fish and chips. The girl smiled to herself for making it up the hill and strode straight past the chip shop for the descent to her flat. When the girl entered the flat, she could hear her flat mate in the shower, but shouted "hi" anyway, and imagined a mumbled reply. She was thirsty, and made herself some green tea. While in the kitchen, she heard a few clattering's in the bathroom and imagined her flat mate dropping shampoo bottles, then she heard a mumbled voice and wondered if the flat mate was calling to her, she went to the bathroom door and was about to knock when she heard another mumbled voice, a male voice, was her flat mate shagging her boyfriend in their shower? She asked herself. She couldn't remember if they had discussed shagging in the shower, but they had agreed to no sex in the living room. The girl found herself moving closer to the bathroom door, so she could hear more of what was going on. She could hear the water spraying, and gentle groaning and the rhythmic squeaking of wet skin against the plastic shower cubical, she put her ear up against the door to hear even more, they were going at a slow leisurely pace, she was groaning with each of his thrusts. To the girls horror, the bathroom door moved an inch or two, if she was discovered listening, she would die of embarrassment. To her relief, neither of the shagging couple were facing her, her flat mate was bent over, hanging onto the shower controls with one hand, and the other was holding her own leg up as her boyfriend fucked her from behind, the girl loved it doggy style. She had a fantastic view of the pairs' interlocking organs. Her flat mate had a lovely smooth hairless box, which reminded the girl to have a shave down there. His cock wasn't huge, but looked thick and purposeful, and also quite hairless. The girl had never seen other people fucking in the flesh, she sometimes looked at porn on the internet, but this was amazing. She prayed that neither would look in her direction, but judging by the sounds they were making, they were far too occupied. His thrusts were getting slightly quicker, and her flat mate was thrusting back at him, forcing his cock as deep as it would go. His muscular arse cheeks clenched tighter with his thrusts, was he going to come? The girl's hand had found its way to her crotch as if it had a mind of its own. His cock looked as if it was swelling up, until it started to twitch as he was coming, and his whole body followed in the uncontrollable spasms of orgasm. Beautiful, thought the girl, as she backed away, and made her way to her bedroom, she stripped quickly and bent over her bed, with her arse in the air, and spread her legs, she fingered herself from behind with one hand, imagining being shagged doggy, and rubbed her wet clit from below with the other, she briefly wondered if it was possible to wear her clit out with all the wanking she'd been doing lately, but her mind quickly pictured the scene in the bathroom, his cock entering her flat mates puffed up quim, over and over, until she felt her own muscles tighten, and spasm, just as she'd seen his. She came and sank to the floor, still with a finger on her clit, extracting every last twitch of orgasmic pleasure. The girl didn't venture out of her room for an hour or so, she replayed the bathroom scene over and over in her mind, and fiddled endlessly with herself. She couldn't come again! She usually had no problem coming a second time. Maybe she had worn out her clit. But eventually with the help of her rabbit, she came a shuddering orgasm again. After she had laid on her bed for ten minutes and her legs started working again, she thought of food and threw on her bath robe and headed for the kitchen. Toast and tea in hand she entered the living room, her flat mate and boyfriend who were curled up together on the sofa, greeted her and said they hadn't realized that she was home until they'd heard her in the kitchen. The girl felt her face redden slightly as she spoke to them and pictured them fucking in the bathroom, but soon found it rather funny as well as red hot sexy. She sat in the big arm chair with her legs curled beneath her, she was probably showing a bit too much leg, but after what she'd seen tonight, she didn't really care. It was a thrill catching the others' eyes flickering down to her thighs now and then. And being knickerless in their company was giving her ideas. The Girl Ch. 06 The girl had gotten used to wearing just her old tie-dye hippy dress round the flat, no bra or knickers, just the thin loose cotton. Showing off the side of her boobs to anyone looking, and giving them a look straight down the front whenever she bent slightly. She noticed her flat mate looking at her body and secretly loved that she did, and as for the flat mate's boyfriend getting an eye full. She knew he often looked down the top of her dress and had seen her tits on many occasions, and she was convinced that she had given him a few glimpses of her quim, when sitting cross legged on the sofa, or when she was getting up and the dress had ridden up to her arse. She counted all the wafting round the flat with next to nothing on, as practice for flashing her body to strangers and still being in control of who saw what and how much they saw. She even practiced in front of the mirror, bending, and checking various angles, and sat on a stool to see her thighs, arse and quim from different reflected angles. The first time she left the flat wearing only the hippy dress, was a hot Saturday morning, she was going shopping for some new boots, and thought the idea of being close to sales assistants, and them helping her to try on the boots would be perfect to show her body off, and very public and safe. The girl left the flat wearing sandals, the tie-dye cotton dress, sun glasses and her floppy hat, her bag on her shoulder, she wandered towards the park, and then veered off towards the town center. She cut through the lanes and came out on the edge of town, near the old arcades. She chose a lane that had some second hand book and record shops, and retro clothing stores. She stopped at a table outside a book shop with a box of old tatty comics, and leafed her way through, looking for something to give her boyfriend in a couple of weeks, when she saw him next. She sighed gently at the thought of him, then smiled dirtily as she pictured him naked with his proud hard-on pointing at her. She caught sight of herself in the shop window reflection, and thinking how hot she looked, and that the dress looked shorter than she thought it was, suddenly feeling slightly vulnerable. She closed her eyes behind the sunglasses and the image of his hard cock popped back into her head and the memory of leading him around his apartment by his dick until he fucked her senseless over the kitchen counter, put the confident dirty smile back on her face. Not finding anything in the box outside the bookshop, she went inside to see what was on offer. It was a bit gloomy inside, but she kept her sunnies on and surveyed the shelves. The guy behind the counter very subtly double took as he saw her, she pretended not to notice that he was there, and he seemed to do the same. She looked from shelf to shelf, and spotted some action figures on a high shelf and some more tatty comics and some old concert programs on a low shelf. At first she bent to the lower shelf and leafed through the comics, then the programs, she stopped at an old Rolling Stones program from 1990, and read the cover slowly, if the book shop guy was looking, and she was sure he would be, he should have a great view down the top of her loose flowing dress, to see her pink nippled tits, so she lingered over the program for a few more seconds before picking it up. She moved around the shop, and found a few more comics, but nothing her boyfriend would be interested in. The Rolling Stones program slipped from under her arm, she immediately bent to retrieve it, and as she fumbled with the glossy pages on the floor, realized her arse was pointing directly at the guy behind the counter. She wondered just how much he could see, and smiled to herself. She straightened with the program and moved over to the high shelf with the action figures. The only ones she recognized were batman and a strange looking beast she thought was from star trek. The shop guy broke the silence. "Hi, if you want me to get any of those down for you, don't hesitate to ask." He had a gentle Scottish accent that she had always liked since seeing old James Bond films with Sean Connery. "Thanks," she replied "I don't really know what I'm looking at." "I'm no expert on the sci-fi or super heroes, but I can see a Charlie Chaplin up there, and a Lemmy from Motorhead." said the shop guy. "Oo I can't see the Lemmy figure, could you get that one down for me please?" she asked. The guy sidled over, he must have been 6'5, and was slightly insectoid, but a good looking guy of her own age. The action figure and concert program would make great gifts for her collector obsessed boyfriend, but she didn't think that she had enough money for them along with some new boots. "Is it really £10?" she asked. "Well it's quite old and tatty," replied the shop guy and added "maybe the shop owner wouldn't mind letting it go for a little less." She smiled her best smile at him and took her sunnies off. The guy was already like butter in her hands after the little show that she'd given him. Her big brown eyes blew him away. She left the shop with an absolute bargain, and thinking about the morals of using her body in exchange of money. After the 40 minute walk and half an hour of window shopping, she was looking for a Café, she wondered if the old Turkish place was still there and headed in its direction. She passed a couple of potential places to look for her new boots, and spotted some nice looking people watching her pass, she was trying not to smile directly at them, but she was grinning from the sexiness between her legs. The Café was where it always had been, but looked cleaner, fresher. Yes, it'd had a new coat of paint and a general spruce up, she hoped it hadn't lost its character. She sat outside and could see the cafe owner of old through the window, a middle aged woman, tall, dark hair, fantastic tits. But a younger man came to her table to wait on her. She guessed the owner had found herself a fine looking toy boy, who looked closer to her own age, than the Café owner. "Hi," greeted the waiter "what can I interest you in?" he was flirting immediately with her. His accent sounded posh, but not from this country, well educated, European. He was tall too, with jet black hair. The girl imagined him with the owner, they would make an electric looking couple. "Hi to you," the girl flirted back, "I'd be interested in some of your coffee and humus salad please." as she reached below the table to retrieve her bag, his eyes flickered to her breasts, and she thought he would get a glimpse of her tits, but maybe not her nipples. They smiled at each other as he left with her order. The girl looked through the window again, and could see the owner looking back and smiling as the waiter approached, the owner stroked his smooth face and he put a hand on her waist, they looked stunning together and full of passion. The girl thought of her boyfriend again, and knew their passion to be just as strong. While she waited, she looked around the street. Not much had changed, she guessed it to be over a year since she was last here. The street was for pedestrians only, but a few bikes and skateboards went past, it was still quite early and not very busy. She remembered how busy it got on the weekend and that was why she had avoided the place for so long. She watched a couple across the street sitting on a bench outside another eating place. They looked a fair bit older than the girl, late thirties, maybe in their forties. Dressed for the hot weather, him in shorts and t-shirt, her in a not dissimilar dress to her own. She noticed the glint in their eyes as they also looked at the other people around. People watching people watching people. The waiter was at her shoulder with a Cafetiere and a plate with toasted pita, salad and a big dollop of humus. "Here you are, the coffee is Turkish and strong, the Humus is delicious and Greek." charmed the waiter. "Like you and your beautiful lady." she flirted back again. He smiled a devastating smile and the girl had no doubt as to the Café owner's satisfaction in the bedroom department. She sat and ate and watched people go about their business, and found a few watching her back. She kept her sunnies and hat on, and tried to watch the older couple opposite more closely. They seemed to be spotting eye candy for each other, and asking each other's opinions of the young men and women that they seemed to be picking. Maybe they were a new couple seeing what the other one fancies, or maybe a predatory couple looking for a threesome or group sex. She giggled a little and pretended they were doggers for a minute. The woman spotted the girl eating her meal, and said something quietly to her man. The girl pretended to be looking the other way, but kept sight of the couple from the corner of her eye. They were both looking her way, and discussing her. She casually uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, to give them something to talk about. The couple stopped mid-sentence and stared unashamedly. She didn't think she'd given them much of a view, just her thighs, but suddenly remembered she was knicker-less, and was a little taken aback. But soon had her dirty smile back and wondered how many people might see her quim today. The couple were smiling too, and looked on in what appeared to be admiration. While they gazed at her, the woman had parted her legs, and the girl found herself staring back, straight up her dress, to her smooth cunt. WOW, she nearly dropped her food. She felt that she shouldn't be looking, but was unable to look anywhere else, a quick sideways glance to the woman's face saw a dirty smile similar to her own, she returned her gaze to her naked nethers on display, her eyes flickered to the man, and saw the unmistakable bulge in his shorts of what looked like a pleasantly robust hard-on. Who were these people? She thought. In her surprise, she had slumped slightly, and realized she was sitting legs akimbo allowing the couple complete visual access to her quim again. A Mexican pussy standoff entered her head, she thought would make a good title for a porno film. The waiter passed by behind her "Is everything to your liking?" he asked. "oh, er" she stammered, slightly flustered at being caught with her pants down, if she had any on that was. "Yes, very nice, er, thank you" she straightened herself up, and took a sip of coffee and resumed eating. She glanced over to the couple, they sat as if nothing had happened. The woman sat neatly cross legged, and the man no longer looked as if he had a hard-on. They were chatting and laughing, and only had eyes for each other. The girl wondered if she had imagined that sexy exchange, it had only lasted a few seconds. She finished her meal and was fishing around in her bag, looking for her money to pay, "Thank you." a male voice said nearby, Followed by a female voice "Very beautiful, thank you." The girl glanced up from her rummaging's to see the older couple glide past and watched them disappear down the street. She hadn't imagined it, wow! She went inside the Café to pay and to use the toilets. In the small W.C. she checked her hair, and checked in the mirror how her hippy dress was looking, then sat on the toilet and thought about the couple across the street. She didn't want to use the toilet, she just wanted to sit on her own for a couple of minutes and mull over the mornings events. She closed her eyes and pictured the look on the book shop guy's face, after looking down her dress and her bending over in front of him, he must have seen her pussy lips peaking between the cheeks. With folded arms, she cupped her tits and breathed heavily. Then she remembered the waiter glancing down her top and smiling at the sight of her pretty breasts. She focused her thumbs on her nips and squeaked very quietly. Next she imagined the Café owner with her stunning young waiter, they were sooo hot... As she thought of the woman flashing her smooth cunt from across the street her hand found its way to her own smooth quim, she stroked her mound and gently touched her hairless lips, before caressing her protruding fronds, she was sticky and wet, her finger slid easily inside and found her g-spot, she squeaked again and slid her finger out to her clit, the first touch was electric, like being hit by lightning she convulsed and came immediately, she kept the pressure on her button and her whole body spasmed again, kicking her legs straight involuntarily, clattering her feet against the door. She slouched there on the toilet, panting, still trembling, and her finger still at her clitoris, twitching quietly. "OMG" she was gasping quietly for air, her vision askew. There was a knock at the door that made her jump. "Miss, Miss, are you OK in there?" it was the Café owner. Again the knock "I can get help if you need? Are you OK? I hear you banging on the door." the owner sounded genuinely concerned. "I'm fine thanks." called the girl, trying to recover from a mind boggling orgasm, regain her balance and sort out her appearance, all at once and in a bit of a panic. "Really I'm OK, I just dropped my bag by accident, er, and bumped my head, that's all, I won't be long." she sat up straight, and reached for some tissue paper to mop her wet finger and quim. Then stood, flushed the toilet and washed her hands. She quickly foraged in her bag and retrieved a small spray of perfume, to mask the smell of sex that had built up around her exploits. As the girl opened the door, the Café owner smiled in what appeared relief, then raised an eyebrow, as if she knew what the girl had been doing in there. She felt her face redden as she slid past the owner, "Thanks for your concern, but there is nothing wrong at all." she said and stifled a giggle when the owner said "Do make sure you come again." Outside the Café she passed the waiter flirting with some more female customers, he looked at her and she saw his eyes widen slightly. She smiled her best smile and floated down the road towards the shoe shops.

The Empress' New Clothes byHeyYoureThatGuy© Melonie pushed away from her computer and rubbed her eyes. The lines of code she wrote had started to blend into one another. It was almost 5 PM anyway. After spending eight hours staring at a screen, she wanted to enjoy one of her favorite things—the feel of summer sun on her skin. As much as she loved the sun, though, the sun didn't love her back. Her skin was so pale that she turned lobster red unless she coated herself in SPF 50 sunscreen. She peeled off her work clothes, a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. One of the advantages of working from home was the lax dress-code. She put her long, wavy black hair in a ponytail to keep it out of the way before applying an SPF chapstick to her full lips. Then she picked up a bottle of sunblock and smeared some over her button nose and high cheekbones. She made sure her entire heart-shaped face was protected, careful not to get any in her large brown eyes. She continued down her long neck, then her slim but toned arms and legs, before moving to her back and round ass. She worked up to her taut stomach that showed just the faintest lines of defined muscle. Lastly, she coated her bell-shaped breasts. They weren't huge, large enough she could fill out a sexy top, but not so large that going braless for the day was painful. She coated her light pink areola and large round nipples, even though her bikini would more than cover them. Her nipples were sensitive, and she just liked the little jolt it gave her. Once she was sufficiently protected from UVB rays, she pulled a green, tie-on bikini from her dresser. It was one of her favorites because it covered enough of her ass and C-cup boobs to be considered decent, but left just enough skin exposed that she still felt a little daring. She admired herself one last time in the mirror. It was moments like these that made her believe the pain of a Brazilian wax was worth it. Her phone buzzed. She looked down and saw she'd received a text from her husband, Darren. Won't be home for dinner. Deal fell through and I've got a mess to clean up. Melonie pouted to herself. Darren worked as a real estate attorney, and sometimes his work swallowed him up. But added to her income, it did allow them to afford this house in a nice neighborhood, only a fifteen-minute walk from the beach. During the summer, Melonie went to the beach often enough to recognize the regulars. Those who were her closest neighbors she even knew by name. She slipped on a pair of sandals to save her feet from the burning sand, as well as a sun hat and a large pair of movie star sunglasses to protect her eyes from the sun's glare. Melonie grabbed her beach bag and folding chair as she stepped out the back door of her house. The lawn was starting to get a little overgrown, but they had enough secrecy with their high fence not to hear complaints from the homeowners association. The mowing could wait for the weekend. When Melonie arrived at the beach, she saw several of her neighbors dotted along the sand. She spotted Sheryl and Zack sitting close to the water. She gave them both a wave and a smile. Sheryl was a very petite little woman, barely 5 feet tall. She had dishwater blond hair, a plain face, and an almost flat chest. Zack, on the other hand, was 6'5" and very broad-shouldered. Melonie was often curious about how they accomplished sex. Even if Zack were just proportionally endowed, he'd probably split his tiny wife in half. But she kept those questions to herself. They'd only known each other socially for about a year. The couple had been the first to introduce themselves when Melonie and Darren moved in just after getting married. They chatted for a moment before Melonie just sat back, enjoying the warmth of the sun. That, coupled with the rhythm of the choppy waves, had her drifting on the edge of sleep. "You still with us, Melonie?" She snapped back to consciousness to see Bill standing a few feet from her. Bill was their next-door neighbor and perhaps Darren's best friend. He seemed like a genuinely good guy, and she liked him well enough. She especially enjoyed the little thrill she got when she'd catch him checking her out. He tried his best not to look like he was—he was just terrible at hiding it. As was evident by how often he lost at cards, Bill had no poker-face. He was already setting down a towel, and he sat down quickly, probably to hide the evidence of the physical effects she was having on him. He looked a little ridiculous. Even though Bill lived in the same affluent neighborhood close to the beach, he never thought to invest in beach towels. Instead, he used bath towels—a very single-guy-living-alone type of choice. Bill was slim and tanned. She didn't find him super attractive but considered him more puppy-dog cute, with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes. Melonie's type was tall, well-muscled with dark eyes and dark hair. Luckily, she had married a man just like that. "I was actually getting close to falling asleep." Melonie sat up a little straighter in her chair. "I debated whether or not to bother you, but I figured if you were unconscious for too long, you might get a sunburn." She briefly considered torturing him by asking if he'd help her reapply sunscreen, but that seemed pretty close to crossing a line. She figured it would be best if she had a little swim and then headed home. "I should be okay for a little while longer, but thanks for the save." She stood, stretched somewhat dramatically, and said, "I'm gonna go into the water. Does anyone want to join me?" "Sure," Sheryl said, while Zack just shook his head no. Bill looked at her, drawing his knees up to his chest, "I'm gonna stay here for a while." Melonie could tell he was nervous. She took off her sunhat and glasses, setting them on her chair before slipping off her sandals and walking quickly to the water's edge. The wet sand didn't carry the same sting as the sand higher up the beach. The water splashing over her manicured toes was warm, almost like bathwater. Melonie and Sheryl waded out into the water until Melonie was neck deep, and Sheryl's feet hadn't been able to touch the ocean floor for a while. "Bill has it bad for you, doesn't he?" Sheryl asked, bobbing up and down in the water. "He's not great at hiding it." "Not at all!" Sheryl paused for a second. "Have you two ever—" "What? No. He's cute and all, but I'd never cheat on Darren." "I'm not talking about cheating, I—" The next wave was enough to pick Sheryl up and move her towards the shore. "Listen, the waves are getting bigger, maybe we should head in," Melonie said. Sheryl's eyes went wide, and from the pull of the water, Melonie didn't even have to turn her head to know a big wave was coming. She felt the pull of the undertow, right before the wave hit. It knocked her off her feet, and her world spun. When she came up, she couldn't see Sheryl. Her heart lurched, then she saw the small woman's head break the water's surface, just in time for the next wave to hit. Melonie had always been a strong swimmer. Sheryl, on the other hand, was struggling and coughing when her head breached the water again. Melonie swam towards her. Panic causes drowning, and drowning causes panic. It was a vicious cycle that Sheryl was stuck in. Although Melonie had lived close to the ocean most of her life and had heard more than once that if someone is drowning, you need to approach them from behind, watching Sheryl's head disappear beneath the waves blasted that knowledge from Melonie's brain. Sheryl made a mad grab for Melonie's arm. She missed and instead pulled hard on the green bikini top, just as another wave hit, tearing it completely off. Melonie was left with a choice: reach for her bikini top or a living person who might drown. It wasn't hard to decide. She abandoned her top and hung on to her sputtering and flailing neighbor. It was only because she was so small that she wasn't dragging Melonie under the waves. Melonie swam towards the shore, occasionally aided by the waves as they calmed again. Sheryl, however, didn't calm down. Her arms and legs continued to thrash. In all the struggle, something must have loosened the knot on the left side of the green bikini bottoms. Melonie could feel it flapping back and forth in the waves. She suddenly wished she had thicker thighs and a smaller thigh gap. That might have been enough to hold the bottoms up, but instead, they slipped further and further down her legs with each kick. Melonie had to choose again, her neighbor, or her modesty. She kept both her arms wrapped around the wriggling woman, and her bikini bottoms disappeared into the waves. Melonie was finally close enough to shore that she could stand on two feet. She carried Sheryl, half because she was still coughing and half because her tiny friend was a shield preventing the whole beach from seeing her naked. Zack noticed something was wrong. The panicked husband ran into the water, meeting Melonie when she was knee-deep in seawater. He grabbed his wife and practically tore her from Melonie's arms. He was so focused on his crying and coughing spouse that he didn't notice he had just completely exposed her rescuer to the small group of beachgoers made up mostly of her neighbors. They had gathered at the waterline, attracted by the commotion. Every one of them was doing their best not to stare, though many were failing. Melonie didn't know what to do. She froze. For a moment, no one seemed to move. Then Bill pushed through the crowd clutching a towel. As much as he probably would enjoy the view, he was a sweet guy and wouldn't leave her stranded, naked on the beach. Looking over the top of her head, doing his damndest not to take in her naked form, Bill waded through the water and handed her the towel. Melonie was grateful, but slightly less so when she realized he grabbed one of his own, much smaller towels. Then he turned around, partially blocking her from the onlookers' view. Melonie wrapped the towel around herself, clutching it to the side, so when it opened as she walked, it showed off the front of her thigh instead of putting her completely hairless lower lips on display for the crowd again. She stepped around him and made her way to shore, her cheeks turning red. No one made a single comment about what they had seen. They were too polite. As quickly as she could, she went to her stuff and slipped on her sandals. She made to grab for her chair, but realized the towel was too short and bending down would have shown her whole ass and at least some of her vulva. She couldn't even grab or switch to one of her large towels without flashing everyone again. She heard Bill's voice from behind her. "I got it." He folded her chair and picked up her bag. "Would you want me to walk with you to your house?" "Please. Thank you." As they were about to turn to leave, Sheryl ran up, still out of breath, but calmer. "I'm so sorry. I just panicked," she said, looking just about as red in the cheeks as Melonie's felt. "And thank you." Melonie tried to laugh it off and said, "I needed to buy a new bathing suit anyway." "I will buy it for you," Sheryl offered. "I appreciate the thought, but I'm fine. I'm just glad you're okay." Sheryl wrapped her arms around Melonie, nearly making her lose the towel. "It's really okay, Sheryl." "I owe you," she insisted. "I promise it's okay. I just need to get home and shower." Sheryl released her, and Melonie turned to walk home, Bill beside her. They walked in silence, her clutching the towel around her as he carried her belongings. She felt deeply embarrassed to have been exposed, but she also felt the same rush she got after going on a roller coaster. Only this time, when her heart was pounding in her chest, her blood seemed to be pumped almost exclusively to her rock hard nipples and very sensitized clit. She had just been stark naked in front of nearly a dozen people—not only people but her neighbors. And while some struggled, and even failed, the onlookers tried their best not to stare and made no mention of her nudity. Somehow, that thought set her heart beating faster. When they reached her back gate, Bill opened it for her and propped her belongings against the fence. She turned to him and said, "I really appreciate what you did there." Greatly exaggerating a southern drawl, he said, "Aw shucks, ma'am. Tain't nothin'." He dropped the accent and continued, "I'm glad I could help." He had his eyes locked on hers, and she could tell it was only with great effort that he wasn't attempting to commit to memory every detail of the little bit of cleavage the towel left exposed. For a brief moment, she considered letting the towel drop, maybe playing it off as an accident or just nonchalantly giving it back to him. But she quickly suppressed the urge. "Thank you. I'll see you later." "Bye." Bill turned and walked towards his house. Once in the backyard, all alone, Melonie dropped the towel. As much as she liked the sun, she'd never been entirely naked outside. It felt exhilarating. She began to wonder what it'd be like if there were people here now, walking around her and trying their best not to notice. The idea took root in her mind. They'd all come to see her, but they'd try not to look at her. They would be too polite to acknowledge her nudity. The Emperor's New Clothes, but an Empress who knew she wasn't wearing anything. In both fantasy and reality, she knew there would be gossip later. They'd all talk about her. Would they call her brave or a slut? Melonie wasn't sure which option turned her on more. If she hadn't been so sandy, she'd have started fingering herself right there. Instead, she brushed as much off as she could before going into the house. She was going to wash off and then spend some quality time with the showerhead. ——— Darren pulled into the garage a little after 8:30. When he opened the door from the garage into the kitchen, there stood Melonie completely naked. He didn't even have time to close the door behind him before she was on her knees, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. "Holy shit, Mels, what's gotten you all riled up?" Instead of answering, she took his rapidly stiffening cock into her mouth. Darren was still curious why she felt such an urgent need, but he wasn't going to waste time interrogating her right now. She helped him take off his shoes and step out of his pants and boxers. His member never left her mouth as she reached up and undid the bottom buttons of his shirt. He took the hint and finished the job, shedding the last of his clothes. Then she let him slip from her mouth, stood, and said, "I need you to fuck me right now." "I'll follow you to the bedroom." "No," She bent over the kitchen table, spreading her legs wide, reaching behind herself to spread her lips. "I mean. Right. Now." He wasn't going to argue. She was extremely wet, and his cock slid into her in one thrust. He'd never seen her like this. She was already starting to breathe hard. After barely a minute, he could feel the walls of her pussy contracting. She screamed loud enough that he was worried the neighbors could hear and think he was murdering her. She pushed him back, grabbed his stiff prick, and said, "Now we can go to the bedroom," as she gently pulled him behind her. When they reached the bed, Melonie turned him around and pushed him to lie on his back. She straddled him, pressing down on his shoulder with one hand and guiding his cock back into her with the other. She began to ride him wildly. "Tell me what got you this turned on," he said as he grabbed her by the hips. She gave him a quick and dirty recounting of what had happened. When she reached the part where she was standing in front of everyone naked, she came again, collapsing onto her husband's chest. Each orgasm today made the next one arrive sooner and sooner. And she'd already had four by the time Darren got home, and now she was just crashing from one to the next. He rolled her on to her back. "Keep going," she begged. "Please." Darren had no plans of stopping. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You like people seeing your tits and pussy?" "Yes. But, god, I was so turned on when they acted like nothing was wrong." It was so hard to explain, made even more so by the fact her higher brain functions were beginning to be compromised as each new orgasm hit her. The more Melonie thought about it, the more she fell in love with the idea of taking all the formal rules on the surface of the suburbs and subverting them for her own pleasure. The sensations of their bodies pressed together, and the story his wife told pushed him towards the edge. "Oh, god, Mels, I'm close." "Just a little longer. I'm almost there again." Darren began concentrating very hard on not coming. But with each thrust, it was getting more difficult. But then he heard Melonie's breath hitch as her hands gripped the bedspread hard, and he knew he could let go. Just as the first spurt of cum hit her walls, Melonie let out another cry of pleasure. They lay in bed for a little while after, basking in the afterglow. When their hearts had stopped racing, and their breathing was even, Darren asked, "Is that something you'd actually want to do?" "What?" Melonie asked, her brain just starting to clear. "Do you want people to see you naked again... but act like everything is normal." "I mean, yeah, but it's not feasible. It's a nice fantasy, though." ——— Over the next week, Melonie's mind kept spinning more and more fantasies of where she could prance in the nude. The supermarket. Out for a morning jog. The county fair. On a video conference call with her coworkers. (Though she did wear nothing below the waist during their weekly meeting.) Of course, these were things she'd never be able to do without some severe consequences. Social shame at best, arrest at worst. Melonie did not return to the beach. She couldn't figure out what to do with equal parts embarrassment and arousal swirling in her. Instead, she spent time in the backyard to soak up the sun wearing only sunscreen and sunglasses. The whole week, she'd done it each day during her lunch break, and each day she'd brought herself to orgasm. She was enjoying her new daily ritual, three fingers buried in her cunt and two from the other hand, furiously rubbing her clit. Her body convulsed as she came hard. Breathing heavily, she looked up into the sky before hearing Darren's voice behind her. "Having fun?" Melonie sat up and out of instinct covered her breasts with one arm and her mons with the other hand. After the initial shock, she dropped her arms as Darren stepped closer. "You're home early." "My computer died, and I.T. said it'd take the rest of the day to get it working again, so I just came home. I did text you." Not wanting the distraction of a buzzing cell phone, Melonie had left hers on the kitchen table. Darren was still dressed in his business suit, though he had ditched the tie, and his shirt was open at the collar. Melonie was again wrestling with feelings of embarrassment and excitement with him standing there, even though Darren had seen her naked thousands of times. But things were different now. She was different now. "How long have you been standing there?" "I only saw the spectacular ending." "Would you want me to start over?" she said as she lay back and spread her legs wide. She couldn't figure out why the embarrassment of getting caught naked was so arousing. "Yes, please." Darren was enjoying the changes in his wife. While their sex life was fine before, he hadn't realized what he was missing. They'd gone from having decent sex once or twice a week to explosive sex every night since she lost her bikini. He didn't want it to stop. As he watched, she stuck two fingers in her mouth, wetting them before she started fingering herself again while her other hand traced slow, gentle circles around her breasts and over her nipples. His cock was hard, but he made no move to free it from its confines. If things continued the way they had, his wife would be helping him with that soon enough. He watched and planned how he could encourage this metamorphosis his wife's sexuality undergoing. ——— The next morning over breakfast, Darren looked up at his wife and said, "Sheryl called while you were in the shower. She wanted to see how you're doing." "You can tell her I'm doing just fine." "Melonie. You can't avoid our neighbors forever." "I'm willing to try." "Seriously, Mels. You love the beach and haven't gone in a week. I know you've been enjoying yourself in the backyard, but it's not healthy to never leave our property. Hell, you won't even get the mail. I think it'd be best if we just ripped the bandaid off and have a get-together. Invite some people over for a backyard barbeque Saturday." Melonie looked at her husband, shocked by the suggestion, but she realized he was right. She had to get over the embarrassment of her accidental exposure. "Okay. Let's do it." "I'll take care of all the groceries and invites. I'll just need your help setting up tables and stuff that day. Maybe help keep the guests topped off with bratwurst and beer." And that was how, three days later, Melonie found herself helping Darren set up some tables in the backyard. With the combination of exertion and summer heat, she was already sweating through her t-shirt. "You take a shower. I've got things handled here." Melonie had enough time, so she took a nice long shower, trying to calm her nerves. She felt more at ease by the time she was done. She had just finished blow-drying her hair when Darren stepped into the bathroom. "I grabbed an outfit for you. It's at the end of the bed. Something I thought you'd look great in." Her husband had never chosen an outfit for her. Darren walked back into their bedroom, and she followed him, not bothering with a towel or bathrobe. The only things on the foot of the bed were strappy sandals and a bottle of sunblock. For a moment, Melonie stared in confusion before she turned to Darren and said, "No. You can't be serious." "I am." "Why?" "Last time it was an accident. This time it's your choice." "But... won't people be shocked?" "I told them what to expect." "You did WHAT?" Melonie felt something like anger tinged with excitement boiling in her. "Why would you tell our neighbors I like to be seen naked?" "I didn't tell all our neighbors. Other than Bill, the only one I told was Sheryl, and she helped me find some volunteers." "What are you talking about? Why would you ask Sheryl?" "You saved her life. She was looking for a way to repay you. And I knew she and Zack were swingers. I figured she'd know the right people to contact." "How did you know they were swingers?" "Zack asked if I wanted to swap wives." "And you didn't say anything to me?" Darren rubbed the back of his neck. "He asked me not to mention it after I told him I wasn't interested." Melonie's mind was spinning. Sheryl didn't look the type to swing. Not that Melonie knew what kind of people were into swapping partners. And Bill? It would have seemed rude not to invite him, but even though he'd probably gotten a quick peek at the beach, she wasn't sure she could face him again if she spent a nude afternoon with him. "What made you think this was a good idea?" "You said you wanted to do it, but you thought it was infeasible. Well, I feased it for you. Everyone's willing to go along and do their best job to act like everything's normal." "Darren! I was on an adrenaline high, and you'd just fuck my brains out. You can't possibly think this is something I'm actually going to do." "You don't have to do this. I'm fine if you don't. I have plenty of opportunities to see you naked. But if this excites you as much as I think it does, this is your chance to explore that in a safe space. You've got a little more than half an hour to decide what you want to do. If you want to start clothed and strip down later..." He let the rest of the sentence die on his lips before bending down and planting a gentle kiss on hers. "I'm gonna go finish setting up—I especially want to make sure you'll have sunscreen in reach if you need to reapply. Then I'll take my shower." Melonie turned and looked at the sunscreen and sandals, not entirely sure what she would do. ——— From his house, Bill could see the side gate that led to his best friend's backyard. He was waiting for some other people to show up first. He didn't want to be the first to arrive and seem too eager for a chance to see Melonie completely undressed. Though, he wasn't a hundred percent sure if Darren was fucking with him or not when he explained how things were supposed to play out. Was Melonie really going to be naked the whole time? Try as he might, Bill couldn't hide that he thought Melonie was a bombshell. He was just glad neither she nor Darren took offense. But he was supposed not to look—something he found hard to do when she had clothes on—and act like everything was normal. It all had to be some strange joke. On the off chance it was true, he spent his morning [I]cleaning the pipes[/I]. He thought if he drained himself of cum, maybe he wouldn't be walking around the whole time with an obvious hard-on. He waited until he saw a few people follow the sign leading them to the backyard. On his way out, he grabbed two six-packs from his fridge. When he walked through the side gate, Melonie was nowhere to be seen. Darren made eye contact with him and pointed to the coolers using a pair of tongs. Bill didn't recognize anyone here except Darren, Sheryl, and Zach, but everyone seemed friendly. Just as he was depositing the beer, there was a brief hitch in the conversations. Bill looked to the back door and saw Melonie emerging from the house wearing sandals, a smile, and nothing else. Bill fought against his instincts, tapping into the same part of his brain he used that day at the beach, and he tore his eyes away from her luscious tits and marvelous ass. Instead, he just focused intently on getting the beers sufficiently buried in ice before he shut the cooler. He turned away from Melonie and almost ran right into an attractive looking redhead wearing a blue sundress that put a substantial amount of her cleavage on display. She gave him a little smile and said, "Hi, I'm Rylie." "Hi, I'm Bill." ——— Suppressing her embarrassment and fear, Melonie embraced the naughty thrill she'd been seeking all week as she moved among the guests. Even though this was an almost perfect example of her fantasy, part of her mind was screaming at her to go back inside and put on some clothes. But a much more urgent part of her was basking in the freedom and excitement she felt right now. She was practically buzzing. When she fully stepped off the back stairs, Darren waved her over. "Melonie, this is Jerry. He's a friend of Sheryl's." Jerry was a short, round man wearing a bright blue Hawaiian shirt. He extended his hand, and she shook it, feeling very acutely the way her breasts jiggled as she did. He was doing an admirable job of not starring. Jerry just stood there, talking about selling insurance and wanting to know if they had enough coverage. The conversation would have bored Melonie to tears, but even a discussion of actuarial tables couldn't douse her arousal. Though, even with his naked wife next to him, Darren wasn't getting the same level of amusement and said, "Melonie, why don't you see who wants what off the grill?" As Melonie walked away, she caught a glimpse of Jerry [i]adjusting[/i] the crotch of his khaki shorts. While he'd not been starring, he was at least enjoying the situation. Jerry had been to many parties with various levels of undress for the guests, and he always enjoyed these events. They peeked his exhibitionistic and voyeurist interests. But he'd never come to a party where only one person was nude and asked everyone to act like everything was normal. He was intrigued when Sheryl asked him to help a friend out. Now he was wondering if he could convince his wife, Nancy, to try it. Melonie looked like she was incredibly turned-on, and Jerry wondered what she would do after the guests left. As he watched her walk away, he could see his other friends were ogling Melonie as soon as her back was turned. From the look of envy on Nancy's face after the hostess walked past, he was pretty sure it wouldn't take much to convince her to give it a try. Soon the backyard had about fifteen people milling about, talking, laughing, drinking, and eating. Everyone was friendly and acted like it was an ordinary barbeque when she came up, shook their hands, and asked if they needed anything. Though some signs made it very clear that her guests were enjoying the show—the flush in their cheeks, the bulges in their shorts, and the way their eyes shifted away when she turned in their direction. Of course, Bill was the one struggling the most with playing by the rules. He was talking with a vivacious redhead on and off, but it seemed every time Melonie neared him, he suddenly was very interested in something on the other side of the yard. He never avoided her like this before. Once he slipped around her and got food off the grill, Melonie decided to let him eat in peace. She'd have plenty of opportunities to talk with him later. As she mingled with the other guests, she could feel herself getting wetter. Melonie spotted Bill with his back to her as he continued chatting with the redhead. The nude hostess snuck up behind him and said, "Bill, can I get you a beer, another burger, anything?" Bill practically jumped out of his skin. He wasn't sure what to do, so he continued to use the same strategy he used that day at the beach; look up to the sky until only the top of her head was visible. "No, Melonie, I'm good." "Are you sure I can't get you anything?" "All set." "Who's this?" "Oh, Rylie. She's a friend of Sheryl's. Rylie, Melonie. Melonie, Rylie." Melonie didn't know how much Darren had told Bill about the other guests and their proclivities. Bill, who was usually so flustered, had looked at ease talking with Rylie. Melonie looked down, and she began to wonder if it was her or Rylie that had him pitching a tent in his boardshorts. As much as she enjoyed torturing him right now, she didn't want to spoil any chance he might have with this woman. Maybe she could even help him along. "Nice to meet you, Rylie." Melonie shook her hand. "Oh, and Bill?" "Yeah, Melonie?" "I wanted to thank you again for your help on the beach. You were a perfect gentleman when I lost my bathing suit." She turned to Rylie and said, "You should have seen him. While everyone else just stood there, he ran right up with a towel for me." Bill was not subtle, and it seemed Rylie could tell he was struggling not to look. But instead of helping him in any way, she grinned at Melonie and said, "What is it you do for work?" Melonie went from slightly indifferent about this woman to liking her immensely once she could see the redhead was helping her prolonge Bill's torment. "Oh, I'm a computer programmer." "Really?" Rylie grinned. "That's fascinating. Tell me more." Melonie could see how nervous Bill looked, so she only gave a brief overview before asking her new best friend, "And you?" "I'm a teacher." Melonie barely resisted making a 'Hot for Teacher' joke. After about another five minutes of chit-chat, she felt Bill had been tortured enough and said, "I don't want to monopolize all your time. If either of you needs anything, please let me know." "Will do." Bill's voice was strained. Melonie turned and walked away, adding some extra wiggle to her hips, hoping that Bill was watching. Melonie felt a rush of power that supercharged her senses. Even just the breeze across her skin was enough to make her body tingle. But it left her wanting more. While walking by a table, she heard Jerry say, "I'm gonna go grab another beer," as he started to stand. Melonie held up a hand to stop him. "I'll get you one." She walked up to the cooler and made a dramatic motion as she bent over to open it. She felt so exposed. Could they see how wet she was? She grabbed a beer from the deepest part of the cooler as well as a handful of ice. Walking back to the table, she rubbed the ice over the back of her neck, along her collarbone and down into the hollow of her breasts. It was hot out. Then she got a wicked idea. She'd been standing in the sun for an hour. It was time to apply more sunscreen. She wasn't sure what the consequences of playing out her fantasy would be, but she didn't want sunburn to be one of them. She grabbed one of the bottles of sunscreen Darren had set out especially for her. She started the same pattern she always did, her face, her neck, her arms. When she got to her legs, she placed one foot on the edge of a chair, opening her legs wide. She put on a lurid display while most people continued as though nothing was happening, at worst peeking out of the corner of their eyes. She briefly considered asking a guest to do her back, but that might break the scene. She had no idea how Darren would react if she asked someone they hadn't known an hour before to feel her up. Instead, she rubbed the sunblock into her own butt and back. Then Melonie's hands traveled slowly up her stomach to her tits. Here she lingered, drawing closer and closer to their peak. Her nipples had always been sensitive, but after an hour of being this aroused, they were practically aching to be touched. Finally, rolling both nipples between her fingers, Melonie felt a roaring orgasm tear through her. She couldn't stifle the moan that escaped her lips. When her ears stopped ringing, everyone was chatting about nothing at all. Melonie continued playing hostess. As another hour started to draw to a close, people began to excuse themselves. When they first met, Melonie gave each guest a friendly handshake. As they left, she instead gave them a more intimate hug, pressing her flesh into their bodies. No one objected. When Sheryl came by, she gave her an extra long embrace, then held her at arm's length and said, "I want to thank you so much for this." "Thank me for what?" Sheryl said with a wink. The last to leave was Bill and Rylie. The way the two looked at each convinced Melonie that Rylie wouldn't be going straight home. She hugged Rylie, and the redhead felt bold enough to lay one hand on Melonie's naked ass. Melonie looked at her and said, "We should get together again sometime." "Oh, most definitely," Rylie replied. Finally came Bill. Melonie pressed her full body into his and whispered in his ear, "You've earned a good look before you leave." Bill's look was intense as he scanned her whole body from head to toe. Then Rylie tugged on her arm. He gave Melonie one last appreciative glance and said, "You throw one helluva party." "I'll be sure to invite you to the next one. Have fun, you two." Bill smiled before turning to Rylie, taking her hand, and walking towards his home. Rylie looked back and said, "Oh, we will." Then the couple went from a gentle walk to something closer to a run. Melonie turned to see her husband standing near the grill, nonchalantly cleaning it. She moved slowly towards him like a predator stalking prey. With a smile, Darren said, "It's been a long day for you. You must be tired." "Not that tired." She hopped into his arms, slamming his back into the wooden fence. Since his hands were supporting her and groping her ass, she left one of hers anchored behind his neck as she slid the other between them, unzipping his shorts and pulling out his already rock hard rod. She guided him into her slit and moaned as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock. "Oh, god, Mels, I wanted to bend you over the picnic table and fuck you right there in front of everyone." Melonie kissed him deeply before pulling back and panting, "Maybe next time." He began kissing her neck. Perhaps a bit too loudly, she let out a moan. When he pulled back from kissing her, both her hands went up, grabbing the top of the fence for leverage. With each thrust, she was finding it harder and harder to stay quiet. She just wanted this so much, and it felt so good. Then a separate cry of pleasure echoed out, coming from the direction of Bill's house. Melonie turned to see Rylie, her breasts bouncing vigorously as she clutched the windowsill on the second story. Rylie smiled at Melonie before the redhead's eyes rolled back when Bill's cock hit a particularly great angle. Melonie hadn't realized how visible this corner of the back yard was from Bill's house, but it wasn't the worst way to discover it. "Are they trying to show us up?" Darren asked. "If they are, we can't let them beat us." Melonie abandoned all restraint as she screamed, "Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder." There was probably a fine from the homeowners association in her future, but she didn't care. She found the sounds of their competitive sexual performances incredibly hot. Darren didn't seem to care who heard either as he started saying, "Oh, Jesus," over and over at an ever-increasing volume. "Oh, Bill, faster. Faster," Rylie cried out with Bill's moans and grunts providing a bass beat. Suddenly, Darren's vocalizations cut out, as his breath quickened. Then his eyes went wide. "Mels, I can't hold back." "Don't try. I'm already gonna—" When Darren exploded inside her, that last bit of sensation was enough to send her crashing over the edge, letting out one final primal grunt. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she put all her weight on Darren, resting her head on his shoulder. Sandwiched between the sun's heat on her back and her husband's solid warmth in front of her, she felt both exhilarated and exhausted. Being that turned on for that long took its toll. With Rylie and Bill's moans and shouts continuing unabated, Melonie looked up at her husband and bit her lip before saying, "So... when are we gonna do this again?"

The Shortest Skirt in School by Vanessa Evans Part 02 It was an unusual full family breakfast with no one saying anything about my outfit, the skirt being the next shortest that I have. That skirt is a bit flared and light so the chilly breeze had it dancing about as Mike and I walked to the bus stop, a fact that another boy who has to walk passed our house to get to the bus stop. He often walks faster than Mike and I but that day we stayed behind us all the way. As you would expect, I made no attempts to keep the skirt in place. Mike and I waved at mum and dad as they drove passed us on their way for their long weekend away. They hadn’t told me where they were going and I didn’t ask. “Bloody hell Simone,” Lizzy said when she saw me after I got off the bus, “your skirts get shorter every day.” “And this one isn’t my shortest.” I replied. “Well you be careful girl, I don’t want you getting expelled. You were lucky that the PE teacher didn’t come into the gym when you were very exposed yesterday, don’t push your luck too much Si.” “Apart from in the gym it’s always an accident if someone sees my pussy.” “What about in English, you were definitely flashing you pussy to Mr. English, I saw you with your knees wide apart when he was in front of you.” “Well apart from the gym and Mr. Wilson.” “What about the boys at lunchtime on those steps, don’t think I don’t know why you steer me to those steps every day Simone.” “Well apart from the gym, Mr. Wilson and the boys at lunchtime.” “And I bet that you’re going to flash Mr. Harvey in Science this afternoon, I mean in that skirt and on those high stools you can’t not flash him. Half the girls in skirts accidentally flash their knickers to him.” “Well apart from the gym, Mr. Wilson, the boys at lunchtime and Mr. Harvey. I just can’t stop myself Lizzy.” “You definitely need to go and see a shrink Simone.” “Are you sure that you can’t come for a sleepover this weekend Lizzy. I can guarantee that you’ll have fun.?” “I know that flashing everyone at school is different to just your brother and his mates but I can’t this weekend, mum has got me helping her at the church tomorrow.” “So you’re happy to come and get naked with me some other time, just not this weekend?” “I guess so, it could be fun.” “Oh it is Lizzy, it certainly is, you’ll be wet all weekend. Half term is the week after next and I’m sure that Mike and I will be at home on our own most of the time. Hey, we could have a party, a clothes free party and invite some of the other girls and boys in our class.” “Whoa there Simone. It’s bad enough that you’re going to get me naked in front of your brother but not the whole class, that just ain’t going to happen.” “Well I could be the only one naked there. No, that isn’t fair on you, and yeah, you’re right, someone wouldn’t keep their trap shut and the shit would start hitting the fan, but you’re okay about getting naked for Mike?” “No, but for you.” “Love you Lizzy, I’ll show you what Mike’s been doing to me with his tongue then he can show you himself.” The day started pretty much as it had for the last few days, me getting odd comment about the length of my skirt or my pokies, some good, some bad, and me checking out what the other girls were wearing to see if I was in the shortest skirt. I again saw 3 or 4 girls in short shorts that looked so tight that they would be trying to cut them in half; and I saw 2 girls wearing skirts that looked the same length as mine. I wondered if they ever deliberately bent at the waist in front of a teacher or some boys. As usual, I didn’t know if I had genuinely accidentally flashed anyone and I didn’t even look to see if anyone was looking up my skirt as I went up the stairs to the classrooms on the upper floor, But at lunchtime it was Lizzy that steered me to the steps and she too sat like I did. I looked around and saw Mike and a bunch of his mates at the bottom and wondered if Lizzy was flashing her knickers. Sneakily looking down I saw a boy hand Mike some money and I wondered how Mike was going to let him get a closer look at my pussy. The boy was one that goes to school on the same school bus as Mike and I and I wondered if he lived somewhere near where we did. Anyway, Lizzy and I continued talking with me not checking to see if any other boys were looking up my short skirt. When the bell rang and I got up to go to my next class I looked down to where I had been sat and saw a wet patch of concrete. I smiled as we walked away. Our next lesson was Science with Mr. Harvey and we had to go upstairs again. I heard a couple of boys behind me talking about what they could and couldn’t see (pubic hair), but I ignored them. For our Science lessons we have to wear white lab coats and goggles but it was only the nerds who fastened their lab coats, the rest of us never bothered, even when one girl complained that she’d spilled something on her skirt and it had eaten the material. Mr. Harvey saying that it was her fault for not following the rules. Anyway, everyone worked in pairs that were allocated by Mr. Harvey, me getting lumbered with Tommy, a not so bright pig who spends most of his school hours perving at all the girls. When I discovered that I was with him I smiled and guessed that he’d have a hard-on for all of the lesson. All the pupils sit on high stools in front of high tables with all sorts of lab equipment on them. The stools have a circular wooden seat that spins around and bars half way up the legs for you to put your feet on. Tommy was already at our allocated table and when I walked over to him his eyes were well below my face. Considering that Tommy is a nerd that I hardly ever noticed, I felt my nipples and clit tingle as I walked over to him. I stood between him and my stool and put the heel of one foot on one of the foot rest bars of the stool and pushed myself up onto the stool. As my butt sat on the stool I noticed 2 things, firstly the wooden stool seat was cold on my bare butt, and secondly, my skirt was over the back of the stool and up round my waist at the front. Tommy’s eyes were glued to my slit and bald pubes. I looked down at my crotch and was pleased to see my clit resting against the wood of the stool. Another burst of tingling hit my clit and I swear that I saw it swell a little. Ignoring my exposure I waited for a few seconds then spun round so that I was facing the table and said, “So Tommy, do you know what we’re supposed to be doing?” I never got an answer and I turned my head to face Tommy and saw that he was blushing. Wanting to continue the rouse of ‘accidental’ exposure I didn’t say anything about what was on display. Mr. Harvey started handing out papers for the lesson’s work, going down the other side of the room first. I knew that he’d approach my table from behind so I spun round on the stool and put out my hand ready to take the paper off him. When he saw me, or should I say my slit, clit and bare pubes, he just stopped in his tracks and stared for a couple of seconds then got his composure back and handed me the sheet. “Thank you sir.” I said then spun back round just like I usually did. Tommy usually got high marks in science but that day he just couldn’t concentrate. He was constantly glancing down to my lap and we were so close together that I was sure that he could see my clit. I didn’t understand some of the things that Tommy didn’t so I put my hand up a few times to ask Mr. Harvey. Each time he’d come over to us and I’d swivel my seat to face him totally ignoring my exposure and him looking at my pussy. By the time the lesson ended I’d learned nothing other than that I was as horny as hell. I needed my last lesson (History with Ms. Jones) to get back to thinking rationally. On the bus home I was telling Mike about my day whilst sat on one of his hands. His fingers were on my pussy and one finger was playing with my clit. I orgasmed just before it was time to get off. As we walked that last bit to home Mike asked me if I intended to be naked all of the weekend. I hadn’t thought of doing that and after a quick think I asked him if he would mind. “Not at all, in fact I’m hoping that you will be. I’m going to order takeaways each day and Luke and Duncan will be here tomorrow. I know that you want as many people to see you as is possible. I can invite some more of my friends if you want me to.” “You’re such a caring brother Mike, you can invite as many as you like but can you teach them all to use their tongues like you do.” “Sure, It’s half term soon and we can have pool parties every day if the weather is good. You can be the only one naked or you can invite some of your girl friends you join if you don’t mind the boys’ eyes drifting to the other girls some of the time.” “I’ve already invited Lizzy and she’s just about said that she’ll get naked, but I don’t want too much competition, I want to be the centre of their attention.” “If you like we could go somewhere during the half term week, find some places where you can have a few wardrobe malfunctions.” “Hmm, I need a new bikini, I’ve ordered a couple online but they might be a bit too revealing for the rents and their friend of if we go to some public places, We could go to shops that sell bikinis and I could try a lot on. There might be some other girls there for you to perv on as well.” “Sounds like a plan to me, I just hope that the weather will be kind to us.” “So do I.” I’d just stripped naked in my bedroom and was walking down the stairs when I got quite a shock. The cleaning woman came out of the dining room and looked up and saw me. We both froze for a couple of seconds then we both started apologizing to the other, both of us saying that we didn’t expect the other to be there. After a quick laugh from both of us the woman said that she was just finishing and would be gone in minutes. I watched the woman look me up and down but she said nothing about me being naked, not even when Mike appeared and stood next to me. I went into the kitchen and got a drink and was stood next to Mike when the woman said that she was done and left. As soon as the door shut both Mike and I burst out laughing. “I hope that she doesn’t tell mum or dad.” Mike said. “Blame it all on me.” I said, “I always get the blame and it was me that is naked.” “I doubt that she’ll say anything, but if she does we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Mike replied. “I was thinking about seeing if the pool has warmed up, I’ve never been skinny dipping before.” “I was hoping that we’d have a 69 before we did anything else.” “Only if we can do it outside.” I replied. “Front or back?” “Back this time then the middle of the front lawn the next time. If it’s during the day.” “Wow Sis, you really have become an exhibitionist. I’m so glad that puberty changed you this way.” “Well I’m certainly enjoying it.” Two minutes later we were in the middle of the back lawn, I was pushing my pussy down on Mike’s face whilst taking his cock as far into my mouth as I could. After post 69 euphoria I got up and dove into the pool. Surfacing I said that it could do with being little warmer but I started swimming around. It didn’t take long for me to realize that nude swimming is a very pleasant experience, especially if your pussy is still hyper sensitive after been eaten to an orgasm. The water rushing passed my pussy and nipples was amazing. Because of the temperature of the water I didn’t stay in the pool for long and when I got out Mike told me to look at my nipples and clit. All 3 were hard and as big as I’d ever seen them. Then Mike told me that he’d checked the water heater and turned up the thermostat whilst I was swimming. I ran inside and up to my room where I dried myself then went back downstairs to see what we were doing about some tea. “Do you fancy opening the door to a delivery driver Simone?” Mike asked. “Oh, I don’t know, I’m not going to put any clothes on.” “I don’t expect you to and I’m hoping that you get as big a kick out of the experience as you are hoping for.” “You’re the best bro.” I did throw the front door wide open when the delivery guy arrived, then I invited him in to put them on the kitchen table letting him follow me to show him the way. My pussy was gushing all the time and Mike later told me that he could have hung his coat on my nipples. After he’d gone I got Mike to make me cum again with his tongue before we ate cold chicken, fries and drank warm cola. “Do you think that I should see a shrink about what puberty has done to me Mike?” I later asked when we were relaxing on the sofa. “It’s probably just a phase that you’re going through Simone. I suggest that you give it some time before talking to anyone about it, maybe 10 or 15 years.” “I’ll be old and wrinkly by then.” “You’ll be in the prime of your life and just as horny as you are right now Simone.” “Do you fancy some desert after your chicken Mike? “We haven’t got any, oh, I see, spread those legs girl.” Mike licked and tongued my pussy to another orgasm and I gave him another blowjob before we decided that it was time for bed. ***** The next morning I woke up with my right hand on my pussy and it didn’t leave there until I’d given myself an orgasm as I thought about being naked in front of Mike’s friends. I’d left my bedroom door open and as I frigged myself I saw Mike standing in the doorway watching me. I just kept going. When I went downstairs for some breakfast I was surprised to see Duncan and Luke already there. The 3 boys sat there drinking coffee. I was naked but for some reason I wasn’t at all embarrassed and I just stood there with my arms by my sides. “Morning Simone,” Duncan said, “was that a good cum we heard?” “You heard me?” “Half the street heard you Simone.” Luke added. “Oh, okay, yes it was actually.” “Can you rub another one out for us?” “I’m going to have some breakfast and a shower before I do anything else.” All 3 boys watched me as I prepared my breakfast then sat and ate it. “So Simone,” Duncan said, “you’ve decided that you like showing your naked body to people?” “Yes, since I had my first period it’s all that I can think of.” “Well you’re doing a good job at school, we saw you sat on the steps and we’ve heard about your gym performance.” Duncan said. “And those skirts are the talk of the school as well.” Luke added. “I’ve got 2 shorter ones that I’ll be wearing next week.” “Jeez Simone, you like putting it out on display.” Luke said, “half the school must have seen you pussy and clit by now.” “I don’t care, I like people seeing me.” “That’s obvious.” Duncan said, “I’m just surprised that none of the teachers have said anything.” “So am I, but when I’m just stood there you can’t see anything unless you get down on the floor in front of me and I can’t see any teacher doing that, can you? And anything else is just an accident, I don’t go out there intending to flash anyone.” Mike nearly choked on his coffee. “Well apart from Mr. Wilson and Mr. Harvey.” “And on the steps at lunchtime.” Mike added. “It’s not my fault that the school doesn’t provide proper seats in the playground for people to sit on.” “And in PE lessons, we’ve all heard about you in PE.” Duncan added. “It’s not my fault that we had to do cartwheels and handstands. Is the PE teacher supposed to tell us that any girls wearing a skirt and no knickers are exempt from any activity that might flash their pussies? That would be some sort of discrimination.” “You’ve got it all worked out haven’t you Simone?” Duncan asked. “No, but I’m trying.” “Well we’ll help you as much as we can,” Luke said, “we like seeing knickerless girls.” “Do you like seeing topless girls as well?” I asked as I pushed my arms back so that my tiny tits were pushed forwards. “When they’ve got big nipples like yours Simone.” Duncan added. “They’re too small.” I replied. “You’re nipples aren’t, they’re huge compared with most girls, and your tits are probably still growing, a month ago you had a flat chest and now I bet they could fill my hands.” “They’re still small.” “Hey girl, most men like small tits just as much as big tits. Hell, a lot of guys don’t like big tits, anything over a handful is a waste.” Luke said. “Thanks Luke. I’m going for a shower now.” “Can we come and watch?” Duncan asked. “I guess so, but I’m going to have a pee and a shit as well.” “That’s okay.” Duncan replied. “We can watch you doing those as well.” As I cleared up then went upstairs I realised that all through the conversation Mike was smiling, I hoped that he was proud of his little sister. The 3 guys did follow me into the bathroom. It was a good job that the room was big enough for 4 people. As I sat on the toilet I guess that I was a little embarrassed, not that I was having a pee and a shit, but because they watched me wiping my butt. I washed my hands and cleaned my teeth then climbed into the shower and left the curtain open. “So are you going to rub one out for us Simone?” Duncan asked. I looked at them then spread my legs as far as I could in the limited space then started rubbing my pussy. “That’s one hell of a clit that you’ve got there Simone?” Duncan said. “Is all of it sensitive or just the tip?” “When I’m feeling horny all of it is.” I replied. “You should get one of those magic wand things that vibrate the hell out of you.” Luke said, “My sister has one and she says that they are totally awesome.” “You’ve watched her use it?” Duncan asked. “No, she won’t let me watch but she says that it’s the best thing that she’s ever bought.” I made a mental note to google ‘magic wand’, then I got down to some serious masturbation for the guys. One orgasm, from a girl who wasn’t at all embarrassed by the situation, later, I re-soaped my pussy then rinsed off. Mike passed me a towel and I dried myself whilst the 3 guys watched. As I put the towel in the hamper I asked the guys what they were going to do all day. Luke replied, “Well we had intended to play some computer games but once Mike told us that you were going to be naked all day we scrapped those plans.” “So are you just planning on staring me all day?” “Would that bother you Simone?” Luke asked. “No, but you might get a bit bored, if the sun stays out and it gets warm I’m going to swim and sunbathe.” “We were hoping that you might give us a blowjob,” Duncan said, “and let us eat your pussy.” “If you’re nice to me I might, but you’re not going to fuck me. I’m saving that for a special br, err person.” “The lucky bastard, I bet that your pussy is real tight.” Duncan added. “Probably, it hasn’t had anything as big as a cock inside it yet.” “Well relax Simone, none of us is going to rape you.” Luke said. “I’m pleased to hear that, because if you did. ……” “Relax Sis,” Mike said, “Your virginity will still be intact when these morons go home.” “Okay guys, who’s for a morning swim?” With that I walked out of the house and to the pool with the 3 guys following me but some distance behind me. I dove in feeling that nice rush of water on my pussy, A pussy that seems to be swollen and very sensitive all the time these days. I surfaced and looked around for the 3 guys. All 3 were stood on the side of the pool just staring at me. “Come on guys, the water’s great. There’s a prize for the first one of you who gets naked and dives in.” “What’s the prize?” Duncan asked. “The first one can stick his fingers in my pussy.” Mike was the first to break the surface of the water and when he surfaced next to me his right hand was cupping my pussy. “Are you sure that you want me to do this Sis. It’ll break your hymen and you won’t be a virgin any more.” “I’ll still be a cock virgin, and besides, I’m pretty sure that my hymen got broken when I pushed the first tampon in. I certainly felt a sharp pain.” I gasped as Mike’s finger penetrated my vagina. I let Mike finger fuck me for a few seconds then told him to stop. When his finger withdrew I pushed myself away from him, my face looking at Luke and Duncan. “Can I do that to you?” Duncan asked. “You should have stripped and got in the pool first Duncan, but you do have a nice cock, is it that hard all the time?” “Only when I’m around you Simone.” “Ooow, a smooth talker as well. By the way Luke, you have a nice cock as well. Can one of you go and get a plastic football them we can play a game.” “Of what?” Luke asked whilst Mike was getting out of the pool. I watched Mike’s butt as he walked in then said, “Tag or pig-in-the-middle, or whatever you like.” “How about tweak the nipple or tweak the clit.” Duncan said, “they both sound like good games and your clit is certainly big enough.” “You hurt my clit and I’ll squeeze your balls so hard that they’ll burst.” “Steady on girl, none of us would deliberately hurt you, we’re just not like that.” “Good.” Mike returned with a ball and soon it was getting passed around and whoever caught it had to pass it on before someone tagged them. All 3 of them seemed to be passing it to me a lot and my tits and pussy were soon getting grabbed. I was sure that all 3 of them had had a finger inside me at least once. Once one of them had fingered me grabbing the finger’s owner’s cock was fair game to me and I started grabbing the cocks, all 3 of them being hard. Eventually everyone tired of the games, well the guys did, I was enjoying the attention, and we got out of the pool. I was disappointed that after getting dried, all 3 boys put their shorts on. I had been looking forward to seeing 3 cocks and 3 pairs of balls swinging around. It was turning in to being a lovely, sunny day so I decided that I wanted to start a suntan. When I told the guys Mike said that he’d go and get the sunblock for me. Whilst he was away both Duncan and Luke offered to rub some on me. My pussy started tingling at the thought of their hands being on all parts of my body. “You can both do it.” I said as I lay on a lounger, face down, and waited. Mike must have had trouble finding the sunblock because it seemed like ages before he returned, Duncan saying that I had said that him and Luke could put some on me. “Okay then guys, go for it and make sure that you cover all of her, and I mean ALL of her, capish?” “I certainly do mate, are your ready for this Simone?” Duncan replied. Listening to Mike I realised what he had just told his mates to do and my pussy had started getting wet in anticipation. I gasped a little as a big blob of the lotion hit my back. It was immediately followed by 2 hands spreading it about. Knowing that the hands belonged to 2 boys that I didn’t know well, the fact that I was naked and that after doing my back they would be doing all of my front, roused me to the extent that my pussy and nipples were tingling something rotten. I really wanted to turn over right then and tell them to do my pussy first but I didn’t, I lay there with my eyes closed and managed to keep my moans to silent ones as I anticipated what was to come. When the hands rubbed the lotion on my butt they spread my cheeks and my legs spread without me even thinking about it. The boys either didn’t realize that they were teasing me or they did, because I felt a hand slide down my butt crack and over my butt hole. I moaned out loud then both hands slid up the back and inner thighs and lightly touched my labia. I moaned even louder. The hands slid down the back of my legs then left me. “Right guys,” I heard Duncan say, “she’s done, lets get back in the pool.” I jumped up, turning over as I did so and said, “What, no, you bastards, you can’t leave me like this.” “Like what?” Mike asked. “I need to cum, please guys.” Mike was smiling as he said, “Okay guys finish her off, but cover her in sunblock before you make her cum.” “Bastards.” I said as I lay back on the lounger and spread my legs wide.” Mike came and squat behind my head, stroked my hair and said, “Don’t worry Sis, we won’t leave you hanging, but it will cost you.” “Anything Mike, anything, just don’t get me all worked up then stop, please.” Mike didn’t answer me but Duncan’s and Luke’s hands went straight to my tiny tits and played with my nipples. I lost interest in Mike answering me. My arousal level had reduced a bit after Duncan’s nasty trick but it soon shot up again and I started moaning again. As Duncan and Luke twisted, pulled and tweaked my nipples I could feel my juices leaking out of my pussy. There was a slight reduction in the speed that my arousal level was increasing as Duncan and Luke left my tits and put the sunblock on the rest of my front but it started increasing again when their hands got near to my pussy “Jeez Simone,” Duncan said, “that’s clit of yours doesn’t get any smaller, it’s like a little cock. Can I take a photo of it?” I’d never thought about anyone taking photographs of me naked before but after a quick think I told him that he could, but later, that he had something to finish first. I closed my eyes and tried to relax but an orgasm was already starting to build and that was before the boys had actually touched my pussy. I felt a blob of the sunblock land on my clit then a hand started rubbing it all over my pussy. I gasped, I moaned, I spread my legs even wider as I felt my clit being rubbed by the palm of a hand. I didn’t know if it was Duncan’s or Luke’s hand and I didn’t care. Just as one of the fingers entered my hole the orgasm hit me and my body from neck to feet went up in the air and rigid and I held my breath as the first wave of the very intense orgasm hit me. I must have been like that for at least 5 seconds before I let out the air in my lungs and my body dropped to the lounger and started shaking. I was aware that noise was coming out of my mouth but I had no idea if it was words, grunts, moans or what as my body shook and jerked. All the time I could feel my clit being moved about and rubbed; and a finger going in and out of my vagina. I have no idea how long that orgasm lasted but as as it started to subside I was aware of the hand being taken away and another one landing on my pussy and it starting to do what the previous hand had done. I just about managed a couple of deep breaths before another orgasm hit me, just as intense as the first, and my body reacted in the same way. Again I have no idea how long it lasted but as it started to subside I felt totally knackered. I just lay there, totally knackered and with a big smile on my face. “I think that it would be best to leave Simone alone for a while.” I heard Mike say, and I was pleased that they did. A while later I was starting to breath normally and not feel so knackered when I heard a camera shutter going. Opening my eyes I saw Duncan holding his phone between my still wide open legs. “Can you send those to Mike please Duncan, I want to see what my pussy looks like after what you just did to me.” “Your pussy looks great Simone. You should be proud of it, and so will the millions of people who see it when I post it on the internet.” “Don’t worry Simone,” Mike said, “I’ll make sure that your face is blurred before they go on the internet.” “What about the ones that I send to all my school mates?” Duncan asked. “They won’t be seeing anything that they haven’t seen before so why bother blurring her face out?” Luke said. “Good point Luke,” Mike said, “okay, no blurring unless the photo is going to the internet.” “Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” I said. “Of course you do Simone,” Duncan said, “if anyone shows you a photo of yourself you can confirm that it’s you and you can tell them that you had fun while it was being taken.” “You can be such a dick at times Duncan,” Mike said, “change of rules, let Simone see each picture before you send it anywhere.” “Okay, I guess that that’s fair.” Duncan replied. “Thank you Mike.” I replied, “But don’t worry Duncan, I’m proud of my body so I will probably not ask you to blur my face out on most of them, and you’ll still have the originals.” “Thank you Simone,” Duncan said, “Mike tells me that you’re good at blowjobs, can you give me one please?” “I though you’d never ask.” I got off the lounger and went and knelt in front of Duncan. As I unzipped his shorts he said, “I’ll teach you to do it in a way that most guys like.” I was a little confused because Mike had never complained. Although I was always on top of or under him when I was sucking his cock. “Okay,” I said. “Right Simone, first of all try to look up into the man’s eyes as much as you can.” I did. I think that you know what to do next, but slowly build up from just kissing, then licking then taking the end into your mouth and sucking. Then try to get as much of the cock into your mouth as you can, letting it go into your throat if you can. Try to relax and hold your breath as you go as deep as you can. When you can’t hold your breath any longer back off and breathe. Then do it again. Keep doing that until your nose is rubbing on the man’s pubic hair, if he’s got any. When you think that he’s about to cum, back off and ask the man where he wants to shoot his cum. If he says your face or mouth, try to catch as much as you can with your tongue and keep it in your mouth. When he’s finished, look up to his face and hold your mouth open so that he can see his cum in your mouth. Once he has seen it, swallow it then open your mouth so that he can see that you’ve swallowed it all. I was listening as I worked and it wasn’t long before I was asking Duncan where he wanted to shoot. He said my face and I closed my eyes and kept wanking him until I felt the blobs of his cum landing, some in my mouth. Whilst locking my eyes on his I scooped as much as I could into my mouth and showed him. Duncan smiled and told me to swallow it. I did then showed him my empty mouth. “That was fun.” I said as I got to my feet. “Who’s next.” About 15 or 20 minutes later I had most of 3 lots of male cum in my stomach and a big smile on my face. “How was that guys,” I asked, “do I pass the test.” “’A’ star with merit.” Luke replied. “Not bad,” Duncan replied. “a bit of practice and you will be perfect Simone.” I decided that I needed another relaxing swim, if for no other reason than getting off the cum that had missed my mouth and was still on my face. As I surfaced I could feel the water cooling my hot pussy and it felt nice. Whilst in the pool I watched the 3 guys kicking the ball about and I wished that they hadn’t put their shorts back on. After a while I got out and lay on the lounger. Mike came over to me and asked if I was okay. “Couldn’t be better. Well that’s not quite true, all these orgasms are taking it out of me, and none of you have tasted my pussy yet. Can you teach those 2 to do what you do to me?” “I’m sure that I can, I’m getting 69 withdrawal symptoms as well. By the way, if you sunbathe with your legs wide open the sun will tan your inner thighs as well.” “Good point Mike.” I said and spread my legs so that my feet were on the ground. Mike went and talked to the other 2 guys and after a while they came over to me. “We’ve agreed that Duncan is going to 69 you first Simone, then Luke then me.” “Save the best for last.” I said. “Are you saying that I can’t eat pussy well Simone?” Duncan said. “No, no, I was just trying to make sure that you give it your all.” “I will, I always do.” “So you’ve 69’d before Duncan, who with?” “Mandy Johnson.” “She’s in the year above me isn’t she? And she looks so sweet and innocent.” “So did you until you had a wardrobe makeover.” “So how would you describe my looks now? Not right now, at school.” “Slutty.” “I see, well you’re probably right, but I don’t care, I’m really enjoying the new me, puberty has done wonders for me.” “So we can all see. So where are we going to do it?” “Right here on the grass.” “Okay, who’s going on top?” “Me of course.” I said. “Well you’d better keep that pussy down on my face.” “I will, come on, get ‘em off and get on your back.” Duncan looked a little nervous and I wondered if he had had a 69 with Mandy Johnson or it was all talk. “Are you 2 just going to watch, haven’t you got anything better to do?” Duncan said looking at Mike and Luke. “All shy are you Duncan?” I asked. “No.” Duncan replied, but I could tell that he was. So could Mike and he said, “Come on Luke, we’ll go and order some pizzas for lunch.” They left and Duncan dropped his shorts and got on his back. Duncan was okay, he made me cum, but he wasn’t as good as Mike. One thing that I didn’t like about Duncan was that just as he was about to cum he put his arms on my shoulders and pressed me down onto him. I was about to come up for some air and I couldn’t. I started gasping and choking and he let go of me mid squirt. I managed to swallow about half of it but some landed on my face. When I rolled off of him I asked him what the hell he was doing, that he nearly choked me. Al he said was, “You look good with my cum on your face. Don’t rub it off.” I was a little bit annoyed but I had cum so I said no more. We got to our feet and Duncan put his shorts on and followed me into the house to find Luke. He and Mike were playing a video game on the TV but Luke dropped the controls when I said that it was his turn. Luke was better than Duncan, he used his tongue more and he didn’t try to hold me on him. I orgasmed quicker and it was a better orgasm. Luke wanted to shoot his load on my face so we rolled over so that I was under him and I closed my eyes. “Leave it.” Luke said as we got up, “see how far it will run down you Simone.” I was curious as well so It did. Back in the house Luke took over from Mike and we went out the back. I’d just got on my back when we heard the doorbell ring. “That will be the pizzas,” Mike said, “go and get them while I get Duncan and Luke. I’ll take you to heaven later.” Mike headed for the back door and me not thinking, went round the side of the house to get the pizzas. It was only when the young delivery guy said, “Pizzas for…. Fucking hell.” “Oh sorry.” I replied, “I forgot to put something on.” “Err pizzas for Mike.” “Yes, that’s here, would you bring them round the back please?” I didn’t wait for an answer, I turned and slowly walked back the way I came. I just knew that the delivery guy was watching my little butt as I swayed my hips from side to side. At the back I walked passed the table then turned to face him. “Could you put them on here please?” I asked. The young man was staring at me, naked as the day I was born and with cum runs down my face and chest. He shook his head then put the pizzas down and looked around. All 3 guys were outside by then and I wondered what the young man was thinking, one naked 14 year old girl and 3 x 16 year old boys just wearing shorts. “Are you okay love?” “Yes,” I replied, “never been better, in fact I’m having the best day of my life.” “Right, err, these were paid for by plastic so I’ll be off then.” “I’ll show you out then.” “That’s okay, I can find my own way.” But it was too late, I was already walking passed him. I led him right to the front of the drive then turned to say goodbye. “Are you sure that you’re okay love?” He asked. “Yes, I’m fine thank you.” With one last look up and down me he turned and walked to his car. “Well that was a nice surprise.” I thought as I walked back to the guys. “Made his day you did Simone.” Duncan said, “Did you see the bulge in his trousers.” “Looking at other guys cocks are you now Duncan,” Luke said, “are you sure that you’re straight?” “Fuck off Luke.” The pizza was good and I was ready for Mike but when I told him that I was ready he asked me if I’d mind leaving it for a bit. I decided to sunbathe for a while and lay on the lounger like Mike had suggested. I knew that Mike would make up for us missing out on the 69 later. I think that all the orgasms must have made me a bit tired because I fell asleep and woke to the feeling of someone playing with my clit. “Hmm, that’s nice.” I said without even opening my eyes. “My gawd Simone,” a female voice said, “that clit of yours is awesome, it’s grown so much since our last sleepover.” “Lizzy! What are you doing here?” “It turned out that there wasn’t much to do so I managed to talk mum into dropping me off here.” “When’s she going to pick you up?” “Tomorrow afternoon if that’s okay with you Si?” “Of course it is, your spare bathroom things are still here. Get naked Lizzy, you want an all-over tan don’t you?” “Is Mike here?” “Yes, and his mates Duncan and Luke, but they’re inside playing silly games.” “I don’t know Si, that’s 3 boys who have never seen me naked before.” “Well you can put that right dead easy, pull up a lounger and I’ll tell you what we’ve been up to.” Lizzy didn’t get naked, well not straight away. She took her dress off revealing a thong and a matching bra. Cute but she had them on. After a while of me telling her about what we’d done I asked if she’d like to take a dip in the pool. “I haven’t got my bikini with me.” “Skinny dipping, that’s what I’ve been doing.” Lizzy looked around to remind herself that our back garden isn’t overlooked and to check that the 3 guys weren’t watching her, then took off her underwear. We ran to the pool and jumped in. “Jeez that feels good.” Lizzy said when she surfaced. “Yeah,” I replied, “I love the feeling of the water rushing passed my pussy.” “Me too, I’ve never been skinny dipping before and from now on it’s the only way I want to swim.” “That’s going to be difficult when we go for the school swimming lessons after half term.” “Hmm, I’m going to have to think about that.” “So am I.” We swam for a bit more then stood and talked. It was still early spring, the pool heating wasn’t at its best and we started getting a bit cold so we got out, Lizzy putting her hands over her much larger than my breasts and her bald pussy as we walked back to the loungers. “Have you got a towel that I can use Si?” Lizzy asked, “so that I can put my undies back on.” “Yes, up in the airing cupboard but you don’t need to get dressed, the sun will warm you and you won’t get any tan lines.” “But the guys might come out and see me.” “They’ve done a lot more than see me Lizzy and I’m still alive. In fact I’ve had an amazing day so far. That’s what I told the pizza guy and it’s true.” “Weeell, I suppose that them seeing me naked would be okay, it’s not like they’ll take photos of me and send them to everyone at school.” “Talking of photos, I forgot to tell you that Duncan took a load of me and he said that he is going to send them to his mates which means that by Monday night most of the school will have them.” “Doesn’t that bother you Si?” “A month ago it would have horrified me but now, no, I like my body and I’m proud of it so no, it doesn’t bother me. You’ve got a great body too Lizzy, those tits are magnificent. You should be proud of your body too.” “I do like my body, it’s just that ….” “You mother told you that you should always hide it away, that only your future husband and your doctor should see it, right?” “Yes.” “Well my mother never told me anything about that, jeez, she never even told me that I’d get periods and what they are, and here I am as happy and as proud as Larry, and I’ve just told you about the awesome day that I’m having. Be proud Lizzy, let the world see your awesome body. Hell, we should get our nipples pierced to draw attention to them.” “Wow Simone, that was one hell of a little speech, did you rehearse that?” “No Lizzy, it just came to me, but seriously, you need to loosen up a bit, be proud of your body, let people see it and let them know that you are not ashamed of it. Use it to get what you want.” “Bloody hell Simone, you are on a roll, but I guess that you are right, why shouldn’t I be proud of my body and use what I’ve got? Now where did you say those towels were?” I led Lizzy into the house but instead of going up the stairs I led her into the lounge where the guys were. When Lizzy saw then he hands went to cover her tits and bald pussy. “Hey guys,” I loudly said, “we’ve got a visitor.” That got the guys attention and all 3 immediately turned and looked at the 2 naked girls. “I know you,” Duncan said, “you’re the shy girl who sits with Simone on the steps, the girl who pulls her skirt under her legs so that we can’t see your knickers or was it your bald pussy.” “Duncan and Luke, this is my best friend Lizzy. Lizzy has never been naked in front of boys before so be gentle with her. We’ve been for a swim and we’re off upstairs to get a towel then we’re going back outside to sunbathe. We’ll be putting some sunblock on, maybe one of you would care to help us?” Both Duncan and Luke stood up leaving Mike smiling and sat down. I took Lizzy’s hand away from her pussy and led her up the stairs. “You just told those guys that they could rub sunblock on us and we’re naked. I don’t know Simone, they might touch our breasts and pussy.” “That’s the idea Lizzy. You’ll soon get over your nerves when their hands are sliding all over you.” “Didn’t you say that they made you cum when they put sunblock in you?” “Yes, and it was wonderful. Is your pussy as wet as mine is in anticipation?” “It’s definitely wet and I’m tingling.” “So relax and let it happen. They’re not going to rape you, unless you want them to that is,” Lizzy was smiling as she dried what pool water hadn’t already evaporated from her body then we went back to the loungers, only to find the 3 guys already waiting for us. Lizzy and I spread our towels on the loungers then I said, “Our backs first guys, nice and slow, make it feel like you are massaging us.” Turning to Lizzy I whispered, “On your stomach, eyes closed, legs open, and relax. You’ll enjoy this.” Then I remembered that Duncan was rougher with me so I said, “Luke, you do Lizzy, Duncan you do me.” I lay down with my head turned towards Lizzy so that I could see if she was indeed relaxing and letting it happen. Luke was taking his time covering Lizzy and she looked to be relaxing. Duncan obviously hasn’t got much patience but it was still nice. He was rubbing the lotion on my butt before Luke had even got down to Lizzy’s waist. When Duncan had started on my butt my legs instinctively spread so that my feet were over the side of the lounger and Duncan took advantage of that and rubbed plenty of lotion up and down my butt crack and my slit. I loudly moaned as Duncan’s fingers played with my clit and hid themselves inside my vagina causing me to moan a lot more. What I hadn’t expected was for him to rub around my butt hole, which was nice, then press one of hid fingers into my butt. I gasped in surprise but then sighed as I realised that it was actually quite nice. Especially when his finger went deeper and then in and out. Duncan was teasing me, he must have known that I was close to cumming but he wasn’t going to let me. Just as I got to the edge he withdrew his fingers and slapped my butt. “Come on slut, turn over.” Duncan said. I got up slowly, looking around to see how Lizzy was getting on but I saw Mike first. I mouthed the word ‘later’ to him and got a little nod in response. I turned my head a little more and saw that Luke was working on Lizzy’s butt and between her legs which were spread as wide as mine had been. Her face was looking my way but her eyes were closed and there was a contented smile on her face. Getting down on my back I again spread my legs, this time putting my feet on the ground either side of the lounger. Duncan then surprised me by asking Mike if he wanted to do my tits. I didn’t know if he was being considerate to Mike or if he just wanted to get to my pussy as quick as he could. I didn’t think about it for long because I felt Duncan’s hands quickly slide up my shins and start playing with my pussy. Meanwhile, Mike’s hands were working on my chest and down to my pubes. Mike was much more gentle as he worked all over my front, gently teasing my nipples as he brushed over them. I loudly gasped as more than one of Duncan’s fingers thrust deep inside me. In less than a second I decided to tell him to be gentle, then changed my mind. It actually felt quite nice. Then Mike started massaging my tiny tits. I was in heaven. “Go on Duncan,” Mike said, “eat her.” “In a minute, I want her to cum first.“ And I did, quite loudly, my body raising and going rigid. Both guys kept working on me as I hit my peak and right through me coming down from my high. I was just starting to get my wits about me when Duncan withdrew his hands and I felt his mouth on my pussy. Apart from the licking, Duncan was sticking his tongue inside me and waggling it about, and he was sucking and rubbing my clit. It felt like he sucked it to twice its size. Needless to say that I didn’t last long before another very intense orgasm hit me. This time both guys backed off and just watched as the orgasm took control of my body. When I was able I looked over to Lizzy and saw that Luke was massaging her pussy with one hand and one of her tits with the other. I looked at Mike and when he saw me looking he went over to Lizzy and took over the tit massage allowing Luke to use 2 hands on her pussy. Lizzy was moaning and obviously enjoying every second of it. Duncan and I watched Lizzy orgasm in a similar way to I had before she collapsed down with a long sigh. “Thank you guys,” I said, “we’ll enjoy the sun for a while then go for a swim, do you want me to let you know when we’re hitting the water?” “Is this your thong Lizzy?” Duncan asked as he held it up in the air. “No, it’s Mikes.” I replied holding my hand out for it. “Cute.” Duncan said holding it in both hands so that we all could see that it was see-through. “Duncan.” I said. Duncan handed it to me then all 3 of them went back to whatever computer game they had been playing. I moved my lounger nearer to Lizzy and asked her if she was okay. “What do you think Si. Luke was wonderful. I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.” “Wait until Duncan and Luke have left, I’m sure that Mike wants to get his tongue inside you, he’s better than both of them. Avoid Duncan if you can, he’s not as considerate as Luke or Mike, unless you like it rough that is.” “I prefer the gentle way of doing things thank you.” Lizzy replied. Lizzy and I talked as we soaked up the sun. It wasn’t as strong or as hot as it is in the middle of summer but it was still quite nice feeling it on our skin, especially our pussies which got the full Monty as we both lay with our legs open.

The Resort Ambassador by ReaderMan Chapter 12 - The Meeting With trepidation, Emi stepped out of Ruth’s office into the big empty cafeteria. She was looking down. This was hard for her. She needed a moment before she could bring herself to look up. The thought of Bob, seeing her completely naked was mortifying. This was the marketing building, not a nudist resort, and she was just a shy programmer of Japanese descent. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The building should have been empty. This could have been a harmless and fun streak. Instead, she was in a real-life, naked-in-public, nightmare. She saw Bob, the old security guard, sitting at a nearby table. He was reading a kindle, probably on a coffee break. Soon he would notice her. All of the other tables, shaped like picnic tables, were empty. He was the only one in the entire cafeteria. Even the kitchen counter was un-manned, likely they were in the back, preparing lunch. She didn’t relish the thought of meeting them either. Behind Bob, was a row of windows showing palm trees scattered on the beach. Some vacationers were swimming or sun-tanning. Just two puffs of cloud interrupted the endless blue sky. The other two walls in this room, except for the corner offices, showed tall vacation hotels through the windows. Emi wondered if anyone could see her from those buildings. She glanced back down at herself, looking at what Bob was about to see. Her little black runway, was in stark contrast to her pale skin, always drawing attention to itself. Just like her slightly dark nipples did, but fortunately, her nipples were under control. Her breasts were small, but not small enough to feel inadequate. Her athletic body was toned. But this wasn’t about her body. She was about to be seen by someone outside of the nudist resort. Someone not expecting to see a young naked woman. She shouldn’t be here, but somehow… she was. Sealing herself to her fate, she took a step forward. With no other options, she leaned on her training as a Resort Ambassador. The training was designed to help others feel confident sans clothes, so she took a deep breath as she stood up straight and pulled her shoulders back. At least she could ‘look’ confident. She walked towards the service counter, hoping against hope that Bob wouldn’t notice her. He looked up and their eyes met. “Good Lord!” He said, getting up so quickly that he spilled his coffee all over the table and onto the floor. Ignoring the coffee, he rushed towards Emi with a look of grave concern. Emi froze, bracing herself. It was bad enough that he saw her from a distance, now she had to interact with him – up close. She turned her back to him, trying desperately to think of what she was going to say. “Are you okay miss?” She heard him say, as a light coat covered her shoulders. Feeling relieved, Emi realized that Bob was a true gentleman. She pulled the windbreaker closed and found it covered her completely, even her butt – but just barely. Still, it felt like the greatest piece of clothing she had ever worn. “Thank you,” she said, turning to face him. She closed the top and started buttoning down, keeping the coat closed. He glanced down and turned his head away, embarrassed. Emi looked down at herself and realized that even though the top was closed, the bottom of the coat was gaping open. She blushed, turning away quickly. She had flashed him. She resumed buttoning, this time starting at the bottom. “Should I call the police?” he asked, urgently indicating his cell phone. “No… I’m okay… I’m…” “Okay… wait right here,” he said, running away. He rushed to the office door that she had just come out of. Emi worried that he might strain himself. He wasn’t built for running. He tensed just before opening the door as if he was preparing for something really bad. He yanked the door open. “Everything okay in here?” He stood there for a moment, nodding his head. Emi saw him relax. Emi couldn’t hear what was being said but imagined that Ruth was telling him to calm down – that there was nothing to be alarmed about. “I see. Alright… excuse me, ladies,” he said, closing the door. He walked back to Emi. She noticed that he was sweating. “I’m sorry,” Emi began. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” “No, I’m just relieved that nothing bad had happened,” he said, wiping sweat off his face with his forearm. “I’m Bob.” He held out his big hand. “Emi,” she said, shaking his warm hand. She saw Becca peeking out from the far office. Becca was still naked and Liz was still in her bra and panties. Emi released his hand and stepped to the side so that Bob would turn, angling his back to Becca and Liz. “So you are from the resort?” he asked, keeping his eyes on Emi’s face, away from her legs. “Yes,” Emi said, nodding longer than necessary. “Yes,” she said again; nodding a single sharp nod. Becca picked up on the signal and quickly tip-toed to the stairwell exit, Liz right behind. When Emi saw that the girls were almost to the stairwell door she stepped away from Bob, pointing dramatically at the washroom, her arm extended out. “I’ll get dressed in the washroom!” She said, comically loud. Hopefully, loud enough for Becca to hear. “Oh… but first I have to talk to the kitchen staff!” Emi spun back towards the kitchen, realizing that her actions were dangerous with just a coat on, but it was keeping Bob’s attention allowing the girls to escape. Emi was glad that they got away unseen. She hoped that Becca had gotten her message as she turned and walked towards the serving counter. “I need to get a cloth. I spilled my coffee,” Bob said, following her. Emi reached the counter. Nobody was there. “Hello…” she said, raising her voice. “Is anyone in the kitchen?” “Tong!” Bob yelled, obviously knowing who to call. The sheer power of his voice made Emi wince. “Just a minute!” came a voice with a strong Mandarin accent. “Ed, go see what Bob wants!” Some clanking stopped in the back. Emi and Bob waited for a minute and still, nobody showed up. Bob turned to face Emi. He had a friendly looking face that reminded her of Santa Claus. “So what’s a Resort Ambassador? I mean, what do you do?” At the counter, Emi turned away from him, looking through a doorway that led back into the kitchen. There was still no sign of anyone coming. “We ahh… greet new guests at the resort and help… first-timers get used to the nudity… I guess.” “You guess? You don’t sound so confident about that.” Emi turned to face him. His warm smile put her at ease. “Well, I just started… and the resort hasn’t opened yet.” “So you haven’t greeted anybody like… er…” “No… all new to me,” she said, looking down at her exposed legs. She wished the coat was longer. “But you are not ashamed to…” “No…” Emi said, quickly. “We are trained to respect the human body. It’s all about maturity and realizing that our bodies are nothing to be ashamed of,” she added, reciting what she learned. She believed in the words logically, but it was an entirely different thing being naked in front of someone. Especially if they were clothed. Her training did not cover that situation very well. “I see…” Suddenly shocked, Bob stepped back holding his head dramatically. “Oh… I didn’t mean to offend you with my coat. I hope that…” “No… not at all!” Emi added quickly. “You were a gentleman,” she said, hoping to change the subject. She very much wanted to keep the coat. A door closed behind them. They both looked back. Sarah was walking towards them. Emi saw that she looked less agitated than before, even smiling briefly. Regardless, she wasn’t going to let her guard down. “Can I help you?” said a tall, thin man stepping up to the counter. He was young and wore a lop-sided chef’s hat which contrasted badly with his black Star Wars t-shirt. “Is that Bob’s coat?” Sarah asked, standing behind Emi. She was so close that her voice moved the hair on the back of her head. Emi ignored her. Still facing the young man, she said, “I’m with the meeting. Would it be possible to add another plate for lunch?” “Yes, of course. Is it for you?” Ed asked with a friendly smile. “Yes,” she replied, nodding. She didn’t like that Sarah was bringing up the coat, especially in front of someone. Sarah laughed. “Bob, I get why you wanted to cover her up. Didn’t like what you saw, right?” Bob stuttered. “I… I… ahh…” He didn’t know what to say. The young man in front of Emi looked confused about the exchange between Bob and Sarah. “Today’s lunch is a burger or soup, both with choice of a salad or fries,” he said, glancing at Emi’s coat. Her legs were hidden by the counter. Sarah moved beside Emi, leaning over the counter. “Tell Tang, that her sister said she doesn’t want a cold burger. And I’m changing my side order of fries to a salad.” She said, butting in front of Emi. He nodded but politely kept waiting for Emi’s reply. Emi appreciated his manners. “I’ll have a burger, well done with a salad,” she said. “Very good,” he said, writing it down. Emi turned to face Sarah. “Why are you working for Su-Ning if you have such a problem with nudity?” “Well, first of all. Su-Ning is only 20% of my client load. Second of all, I don’t have a problem with nudity at all. I plan on visiting the resort as a guest one day. What I DO have a problem with is you running around this building, butt naked.” Emi noticed Ed’s eyes grow wide. She was hoping that he would hurry up and leave before he realized that she was naked under the coat. Sarah continued. “And finally, I don’t think it’s a good idea to train my devs without any clothes on. How is that respectable? There is no way in hell they are going to be productive. These are immature geeks with woman issues. Do you know how long I have spent trying to get them to respect women?” Sarah’s manners were bad, but Emi realized that she had a point. It was going to be difficult. At least initially, not only for them but also for herself. Emi took a step back. She sensed that Sarah was just getting started. “Last year Liz once wore short-shorts and a see-through top. She had a bra on under but it didn’t matter. The boys went crazy and production plummeted. It took me over a week to get them to treat Liz as an equal again,” Sarah said, frowning. Emi didn’t know what to say. It’s true, this was going to be challenging, to say the least. “Is this your fantasy? You convince Su-Ning to let you mentor my team, and then after we make the deal, you become a nudist!?” Emi took a step back, folding her arms, scowling. “Oh pardon me… a Resort Ambassador. How did you convince Su-Ning? I don’t believe this. Five minutes ago you are all high and mighty with your pussy in my face and now you are out here wearing Bob’s coat? What happened in the last few minutes? Did you finally wake up and realize what a fool you are making out of ALL of us?” Bob cleared his throat and stepped up to the counter. “Ed, can I get something to clean up my spilled coffee?” “I can get that for you, Bob,” he said, leaving the counter where the two girls were staring at each other. Emi was getting angry. She didn’t like Sarah’s attitude and didn’t like Ed passing behind her. “It’s a NUDIST resort, Sarah. Your devs are working for Su-Ning. A nudist client is something that they are not familiar with. This experience should remove some immaturity about nudity and help the team better understand the lifestyle. This is especially important for the designer and the devs that are testing the website. Not to mention, this might help them grow up!” Sarah lost her stern expression and looked at Emi with a pleading look. “You know Emi, I was your biggest fan. I didn’t just have a lot of respect for you; you were my freaking HERO! It’s not too late to fix this. You can mentor them here, in this building, wearing clothes.” Emi was taken aback. Yes, Sarah was a bitch, but that did seem like a good idea. She could wear clothes in this building and mentor them. She grabbed her chin in thought for a moment before noticing that Ed was checking out her legs as he wiped the floor with a cloth. She put her arms down and straightened the coat, wondering if he saw anything. “We can suggest it over lunch and see what they think,” Emi offered, trying to sound agreeable and defuse Sarah. “I would appreciate that Emi,” Sarah said, looking past Emi. Emi turned and saw Becca and Liz, fully dressed and walking towards them. Becca had a bag and Emi realized that it might be her clothes! “Hey, Emi…” Liz said. “Nice coat!” Becca smiled at Emi and Sarah while handing Emi the bag. Emi took it, noticing that Becca sensed that something was going on. Nothing got past Becca. “Don’t worry Sarah, Emi will take GOOD care of your boys,” Becca said, reassuringly. Emi didn’t feel so confident about that. Becca gave Emi a reassuring look. “Your training will ROCK their world. They will be able to do things they never could before,” she said, laughing. Then she switched into technical-talk, mentioning design patterns and technical things that were way over Sarah’s head. Sarah interrupted them. “I’m going back to the office Emi,” she said, walking away. Without looking back she added. “Give Bob his coat back for God’s sake. But first, put your clothes back on. You can change in the washroom.” Emi wanted to tell her to ‘shut her face’. Emi had no plan to put her street clothes on, here, in public where anyone could see her. She could see that Becca looked surprised about the exchange, so she spent a moment filling her in on what was said. “Don’t let her push you around Emi. She doesn’t like the idea that you will be in charge of her team for a while. She knows damn well that you will make a HUGE impact on her team. No, not an impact. A nuclear bomb! Not just by teaching them how to be much better devs. But also helping them to grow up. She will be lucky if they even remember her name after you’re done with them,” Becca said, laughing. Emi smiled, wondering if that was true. “I need to get back to the meeting. You should return to the resort,” she said, glancing at Bob who was sitting at his table. He had a fresh coffee and somehow looked different without his coat on. “I’m going to hang out with Liz. I have some paperwork to do,” Becca said, flashing Emi some papers. “Take your time. We can head back together.” Emi saw Liz sitting at a table with her laptop open. She had a couple of drinks ready and was waiting for Becca. Ed disappeared back into the kitchen. Becca patted Emi on the shoulder, supportively, and walked over to sit with Liz. Emi stood there for a moment. She felt uncertain about what to do, even though she knew that she had no choice. She headed towards the washroom with her bag of clothes. Somehow it felt like her tail was between her legs. Inside the washroom, Emi pulled off the coat and looked into the mirror. She had every intention of getting dressed; however, it annoyed her that Sarah had told her to do so. She looked at her naked body in the mirror. She couldn’t believe that Bob had seen her naked. Wouldn’t it surprise the hell out of Sarah if she went back to the meeting nude? She looked at the row of small empty lockers in the washroom. She could leave her clothes in one of those. A few minutes later she left the washroom. She was fully dressed and walked up to Bob, handing him his coat. “Thank you,” she said. “Oh… no problem! Glad to help!” He said, taking the coat. He put down his small ebook reader, smiling warmly. Emi walked back to the meeting room. Emi saw Ruth’s smile quickly disappear as she entered the room. “Emi. Why are you dressed?” “I… ahh…” Emi mumbled, almost laughing. It was a strange question and Emi didn’t know how to answer it. Ruth glanced at Sarah and then back at Emi. “Did Sarah… did she… tell you to put some clothes on?” Ruth asked, looking suddenly serious. Emi was caught off-guard. “Ahh… umm…” She didn’t know what to say. Technically, Sarah had told her to get dressed; however, it had been her decision. She felt like a kid being told to tattle on a bully. She didn’t need someone to fight her battles for her. “It’s okay, I…” “It’s alright, Emi,” Su-Ning said. “Just be honest. We all need to get off on the right foot. This is important.” Emi felt things were getting blown out of context. “It’s no big deal. I’m okay, let’s get back to the meeting,” she said, walking up to the whiteboard. Ruth looked deadly serious. “My apologies. Emi, Sarah can be a bully. She told you to get dressed, didn’t she?” “Yes, but…” “I can’t believe you, Sarah! We have a lot of work to do here and you are playing head games with Su-Ning’s star employee? Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a Resort Ambassador and how critical they are to marketing and operations?” Sarah looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Emi,” she said. “I got carried away.” “That’s okay, Sarah,” Emi said, feeling more confident now that she was dressed. She tried to veer off the subject. “I know that you have concerns about your team’s reaction to… well… a Resort Ambassador, but don’t worry. I am highly motivated to make a success out of this.” Emi said, telling the truth. Ruth stood up and took Emi’s hand. “Emi, you are free to dress or undress as you wish in this building. That is your right and freedom. But today, at least during this meeting, I WILL NOT let Sarah get away with this. Not today. Please dress as you were. Be proud to represent the resort. Sarah needs to learn how to be comfortable around Resort Ambassadors,” she said, looking to each and every person. There were nods of agreement. This was crazy. Emi felt like she was in the twilight zone. “No, it’s okay. It’s not a problem. I’m happy to…” she said, desperately downplaying the issue. Ruth cut her off. “It is NOT okay and it is DEFINITELY a problem,” she said. “How is Sarah’s team going to grow up if Sarah herself can’t? Please Emi, just for this important meeting… continue as you were.” Emi couldn’t believe what was happening. She almost laughed again. They were insisting on the opposite of what would make her comfortable. Exactly what she didn’t want to do. However, she realized that they were trying to solve a problem. But were they solving it or making it worse? Was Sarah going to hate her after this? Emi stood there looking at her feet, confused, finally, she glanced up at Su-Ning. Su-Ning nodded her head, indicating that Emi should go along with Ruth. Wu nodded in agreement, indicating the door with a slight head gesture; as if to say hurry up. Emi faced Sarah, to see if she would also nod, but she didn’t. The woman had a perfect poker face. Emi hoped that she wouldn’t think that all this was her fault. Despite the rocky start, she still hoped to get along with her. “Ahh.. alright…” Emi said, reluctantly. She took a breath and told herself that this was just part of her job. She WAS a Resort Ambassador after all. “I’ll be right back,” she said, leaving the room. This situation was bad enough, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to do a striptease in front of everyone in the office. She quickly jogged past Liz, Becca and then… Bob. Suddenly she regretted her choice. Stripping in the office might have been slightly better than streaking out here in front of Bob. She sighed, looking around; at least the kitchen staff was still in the back and Bob had already seen her. She hurried to the washroom and quickly undressed, leaving everything in an empty locker. Emi came out of the washroom, naked. Bob was reading, facing the other way. “Good Lord,” she heard him say, as she ran past him towards the office. She couldn’t help but smile at his reaction. Liz whistled, way too loudly, using two fingers in her mouth. Becca was clapping and smiling her approval. She even hooted. Emi knew that she didn’t deserve their supportive reactions. She wasn’t brave. This wasn’t her decision. This was the last thing she had wanted. Still, all the cheering felt good somehow. She quickly ducked back into the office. Sarah was at the whiteboard, drawing some boxes. It was a high-level asset diagram of the servers and web-apps that her team was working on. She completed the drawing and they talked about it for a while. Ruth then got up and talked about the challenges on this particular island. The meeting went on for a while and then Emi had to go up to the board and diagram something similar related to the apps that her team had created. She didn’t like being up at the board, with everyone probably looking at her ass, but it was slightly better than facing them. A knock at the door caused Emi to mess up a line. She erased it and continued while she heard Ed’s voice and the clink of a tray rolling into the room. “Lunch is ready! This is Emi’s…” He stopped talking suddenly. He must have noticed her, naked at the whiteboard, reaching up high, holding a marker to the board. Emi continued to concentrate on her drawing as if it was the most important drawing on earth, praying that she didn’t have to turn around. She continued drawing but realized it wasn’t making sense now, but that was okay. She needed to keep drawing. She could fix it after he left. “I’ll take those Ed,” Su-Ning said. Emi heard some plates being placed on the table. Cups too. The place was so quiet. Was everyone staring at her ass? Why was it so quiet? When is he going to leave? Her face was growing hot. “Ed… Ed… Ed! That will be all,” Su-Ning said, chuckling a little. Emi heard some feet shuffling around before the door FINALLY closed. Emi continued writing as if nothing had happened. She breathed deeper, realizing that she had barely breathed while he had been in the room. A minute later, Emi finished the drawing after rapidly fixing the errors. She turned to see everyone sitting and eating around Ruth’s desk. Emi saw her plate on the table, but there was no chair for her. She didn’t like the idea of eating standing up, especially after Sarah’s ‘pussy in her face’ comment. There was a knock at the door again, before she could react, the door opened and Ed came back in. He was carrying a chair and put it down in front of Emi. He was blushing, and looked down. “umm…” Emi saw him look at her between the legs. What a dumb-ass. If you are shy don’t look down! “Thank you,” Emi said, blushing as well. She awkwardly grabbed the chair and spun around to sit down on it. He bowed and hesitated for a second. “No problem!” he said, a little too enthusiastically before finally turning and leaving the room. Everyone chucked after he left and they stopped talking about work while eating. Eventually, someone had to speak to the white elephant in the room. “What’s with the Nine’s Emi?” Ruth asked. “Hannah… ahh.. thinks I should be dressed to the nines,” Emi said, feeling happy for having prepared an answer to this question. Everyone laughed but Wu. She snorted and took another bite of her burger. After lunch, the meeting started getting serious, mostly about the problem of a lack of interest on the island with Su-Ning’s resort. Apparently, this island was unusually prudish. Emi noticed that Su-Ning looked quite worried. Emi could tell that she was likely hiding that she was terrified that she had made a big mistake. It was a helpless feeling for Emi, the chance that despite the strong success with her team, the larger business could simply fail. The feeling was a little better after Ruth said that they would have to simply focus a lot more on international than local. But she warned that shift was going to take time and they needed to come up with something that could stand out against all of their international competitors. No other resort on the island catered exclusively to nudists. Su-Ning still looked terrible, but it was nice to see her have some hope. Before the meeting was over, Emi looked to Sarah and then brought up Sarah’s good idea of training the marketing devs in this building. This way Emi could be fully clothed and thus remove the issues that Sarah had concerns about. Wu quickly shot the idea down. She insisted that Emi had Resort Ambassador duties 10 am to 6 pm, weekdays and she was required to be on resort premises for that so that she could be on-call to help new guests as required. The location could change for the devs, but not the time of day. So it was back to the first plan. Emi would train full marketing team, Liz, Ben and five more guys at the resort while also carrying out her Resort Ambassador duties. That team would still do their regular work, but Emi had to teach them how to improve both quality and speed. Emi looked down at her exposed body briefly, feeling the significance of the decision. Five more guys, training, for weeks, and always she would be without any clothes on; completely naked. At least the resort was opening in less than a week. Then she wouldn’t be the only one nude. She took a deep breath. She just needed to survive for one week. Finally, the meeting concluded and Emi said goodbye to everyone and headed back to the washroom. Thankfully, the cafeteria was empty. Not a single person was there and the kitchen staff was still in the back. It was a stroke of luck! Emi ran to the washroom and saw that her locker was empty. Panicking, she quickly snatched up a note from where her clothes had been. ‘Emi, I moved your stuff downstairs to a more secure locker. Liz.’ That was a relief. A great inconvenience, but still a relief. Emi used the toilet and then left the room, noticing Su-Ning returning the empty food cart to the kitchen. Wu was with her and she was talking and laughing with Ed. It seemed like they knew each other well. Emi hoped to sneak past without being noticed, which was likely impossible. On her other side, she saw Sarah inside Ruth’s office, closing the door. Their eyes locked briefly as the door closed with a heavy click. Emi couldn’t read her expression. She imagined that Sarah might be in trouble. Ed looked up from Wu and waved at Emi, just as she was walking past. Emi winced, as he got a perfect side profile of her naked body. He saw everything, once again. His eyes devoured her, searing her nipples, causing them to tighten up as her breasts bounced along with every step. Su-Ning also waved to Emi. She waved back at them and then ran the remaining distance to the stairwell. Emi cursed Liz under her breath as she took the steps two at a time. Becca was at the bottom of the steps, looking up. She looked worried. “Liz might have touched something on the server. Can you take a quick look?” she said, with concern in her voice. Emi looked over at her locker and saw a locked padlock on it. It was locked. The server door was open and Emi ran up and saw Liz looking at a monitor apprehensively. Growling with irritation Emi took the seat that Liz had been sitting in. The seat felt hard and warm, reminding Emi of her nudity. “I didn’t mean to touch anything,” she said. “I doubt anything is wrong. I think the scripts just finished running, that’s all. I just closed the console window. That’s okay, right?” Emi ignored her, checking to make sure everything was still online. Then she checked the status reports and spent a couple of minutes making sure that the correct jobs were running in the background. It helped that there was a checklist taped to the monitor. With a sigh of relief, Emi realized that everything was probably fine. Not just Su-Ning’s server, but all of the other client servers as well. Looking around, she saw that Liz had left. Emi got up and left the room. Everyone was gone. Her locker was ajar and the lock was missing. She ran over to it and opened it to see another note. “Damn you Liz!” she yelled, hitting the locker door with her palm which made a loud bang. This was not the time to be fooling around! The note said, ‘Don’t worry! Your clothes are in the rickshaw. We are only ten feet away. Just outside of the door. Hurry up we don’t have all day! Haha…’ Emi hit the locker door again. “Good Lord,” Bob muttered, stepping into the room. “Is every okay?” he asked. “I’m okay… I just… ah…” He watched her attentively, waiting for her response. “It was nice meeting you Bob,” She said, taking a deep breath. She opened the door, peeking out and she saw the rickshaw less than ten feet away. Liz was holding the handles and Becca was sitting in the far seat. Nobody was nearby so Emi ran for it, hopping into the seat beside Becca. Liz sprinted away. As they rounded the corner of the building, Emi saw Bob open the door and see them disappear around the corner. He had clearly seen that Emi was still naked. That bothered Emi but then she realized that Liz was sprinting towards Main Street! “Liz stop, what are you doing?!” Emi yelled, panicking. They were supposed to be headed along the beach trail towards the resort, not towards a street bustling with cars and people. Liz didn’t stop. Emi was naked, in public! This couldn’t be happening! “Becca quit fooling around and give me my clothes!” Emi demanded. She was about to lose it. Liz laughed while still running. “Oh come on, I know you love this. I just want to grab some ciders on the way to the resort… ON ME!” she yelled proudly. “Just cover yourself with your hands if you are so worried!” Becca laughed. “That’s enough Liz, don’t freak out poor Emi. Where are her clothes?” Liz was running full speed. “Under the cart!” she answered. They were almost at Main Street and it was still the afternoon. “Liz!” Emi screamed, trying to stand up. She had to jump out before it was too late. She could run back to the office, she reasoned. But looking down she saw that they were moving too fast. She would probably fall over if she jumped, her skin had zero protection and she didn’t even have shoes on. It was a chance she had to take. She carefully stood up… and jumped. She didn’t get far as Becca grabbed her arm, yanking her roughly back into her seat. “Are you crazy Emi? Liz, stop this cart right now! This isn’t funny anymore. Emi almost got hurt!” Liz seemed to slow down as fast as she could, but she was going too fast. It was too late and she rounded the corner onto MainStreet and came to a stop on the sidewalk. People were walking by. Emi sunk into her seat. There were people everywhere. She popped her sunglasses down over her face and grimaced. “Sorry Emi,” Liz said, looking worried. She reached down below the cart and handed Emi her bag of clothes. Emi snatched it from her. She felt her shoes on the bottom and she saw her underwear on top, above her pants, shirt, and socks. Even the tip of her bra was poking through. It was all there. Emi covered her chest and lap with the bag and clung to it for dear life, glaring at Liz through her google sunglasses. Liz probably couldn’t even see her glare. But she wasn’t about to take off her only protection. Liz looked at her closely, trying to figure out if Emi was mad. “I’m sorry… I thought you would be into this since you decided to go to that meeting naked,” Liz explained. She looked sorry and stupidly seemed to believe what she was saying. “Woah,” said a man walking along the sidewalk. He had a buddy with him. They were looking at Emi and were getting some serious side-boob. Mortified, Emi scrunched her slightly tanned athletic body forward, engulfing her tits in her hands, realizing she was protecting her pussy but exposing her ass in the process. His buddy started to pull out his phone. “What’s with the nine?” “Run Liz!” Becca yelled, pulling Emi into a protective side hug; which had the unintended consequence of increasing her exposure, not reducing it. Liz ran hard, not stopping until she was a block away. “Oh,” she said, looking up at a sign. She suddenly left Emi and Becca alone as she ran into the liquor store. It was the busiest place to stop, bustling with activity. Nobody noticed Emi yet, but it was only a matter of time. “Becca, get me out of here,” Emi begged. “Please!” “You got it,” she said, and hopped out and started pulling Emi further down the street, abandoning Liz who was still shopping. As they pulled away, Emi smiled. The joke was on Liz now. But it wasn’t enough. Emi decided that she would have to have a serious talk with Liz. Emi saw that Becca was still going down main-street but didn’t say anything. It was closer to the resort if she kept going straight rather than turning around and going all the way back and then down along the beach, which was busy at this time of the day. Plus the streets were gradually less and less busy as they moved closer to the resort. After they were on some quiet streets just a few blocks from the resort, Emi considered dressing but then she thought… why bother. By the time she got everything on she would just have to undress again. Emi walked into the building, naked, holding her bag of clothes in one hand. A topless woman in the lobby greeted her. “You know, you don’t have to undress outside. You can do that inside,” she said. Emi recognized her. She was one of the girls from the party. “Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t undress outside,” she said, as she walked by the confused lady. Things were back to normal and Emi settled in for the evening. It was hard to not think about everything that had happened, plus she dreaded the thought of Monday; when she would have to start training the marketing devs. After a long Jacuzzi, Emi just quietly read in bed for the rest of the night. * * * Sunday, Emi found herself hanging out with Becca for several hours. Becca was wearing her bathing suit. Sam and Hannah finally finished playing tennis and were now headed to the Jacuzzi room. The girls all waved to each other as the two girls walked by. “Today was nice,” Becca said, looking over her laptop to Emi. They were sitting close to each other at the corner of a large table. Emi nodded, noticing that Becca had something on her mind. She continued browsing waiting for her to say whatever she had in mind. “We didn’t move our blood today,” she said, stretching her arms. “I’m going to go for a workout… care to join?” Emi looked down at her body, hesitating to answer. The last couple times that she had worked out in the gym naked had been awkward, to say the least. “No role-playing, it’s just us. You don’t even have to work out. I just would like some company.” “Okay,” Emi said. That didn’t sound too bad. In the gym, Becca started doing butterflies with a chest machine. Emi moved to a machine directly behind her, placing her hand towel on the seat. She sat down on it. “How you holding out kiddo?” Becca said, with a grunt. “I’m okay,” Emi said, absently pushing on the machine with one foot. The weight went up and down as her calf felt the weight. “You know… you don’t have to go through with it,” Becca said. “Yeah,” Emi said, absently. If only that was true. “Just say the word and I’ll talk to Su-Ning and get this whole RA thing canceled,” she said, grunting. Emi placed both feet on the machine. There was nobody around and Becca couldn’t see her. Not that it would matter. She decided to do some proper reps. “Thanks, Becca. I appreciate that… but I’m okay… I made my bed,” she said, looking down at her toes as she pushed another rep. They didn’t talk for a while. Becca switched machines, moving to another machine just behind Emi. They were now facing opposite directions. “I’ll take over your RA duties on Monday,” Becca said. Emi appreciated the gesture. “I’m okay, really…” she said, sighing. “You don’t sound okay.” “It won’t be easy, but I’m kind of looking forward to the challenge,” Emi lied. It wasn’t completely false, just mostly. Okay, maybe it was completely false. “I can soften the blow for you. At least for Monday. Your first meeting with them shouldn’t be like that. I can be an RA out of their sight. No problem for me. And you can do your thing with them fully dressed.” Emi was touched by Becca’s words. “You are a great friend Becca,” Emi said, trying to not to allow her voice to waver. “I’ve got it, don’t worry.” “At least let me do this on the first day?” To Emi, that sounded like a fantastic idea. “No, I’ve got it. Thanks for offering.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah… thank you,” Emi said, trying to sound confident. “Okay Ma’am, whatever you say,” Becca said, trying to lighten the mood with her mailgirl voice. “Not another word about it… Zero,” Emi said, chuckling. Becca chuckled too. After the workout, Becca headed to the Jacuzzi and Emi decided to go for a run.   The sun was setting and a solo run was exactly what she needed right now. Tomorrow was going to be hard. She had to mentor Liz and Ben, plus five more guys. Apparently, these devs were sexist and had difficult attitudes. It didn’t help that the last time she saw them, she had rubbed their noses in their mistakes. Was this karma? No, not karma… they deserved that. But they certainly didn’t deserve to see her as a Resort Ambassador. Emi shook her head, trying to remove the mortifying thoughts of them all continually feasting their eyes on her. She needed to think like a real Resort Ambassador. Su-Ning believed in her. Why couldn’t she believe in herself? What would Becca do? She laughed. Becca would probably put her clothes on. The five young men’s faces were stuck in her brain. This was driving her crazy. She picked up her speed, trying to exhaust herself. She needed to get some sleep tonight.

The Pool Girl by Leto Armitage Chapter 41 Have you ever met someone and wondered if their mother took steroids while pregnant? That was Owen. “Mr. Carlo, do you need anything before we leave?” I had tried telling him my name was Robert to no avail. “No.” I was standing at the door making sure I had everything I needed for the therapist’s office. “Would you really carry me there if you had to?” “Yes, sir.” “That scared of Lavi?” “Oh, no sir. I figure I know what Lavi would do. It’s Melissa I’m scared of.” Where was my insurance card? I paused looking for it to look up at him. We were both standing but I had to look up. “What does that mean?” He looked down as if he was used to it, which I’m sure he was. “Melissa is real nice, but nice people, you don’t know how they’ll come at you. I figure that is way more dangerous.” That made sense. “Speaking of people coming at you, did you ever hear anything about Chris Barrington and that stunt of his at Grace’s house?” I was walking to Owen’s car and Owen talked as we walked. “Not much. Everyone who still hangs with him isn’t opening their mouth around me. I want to talk to him in a nice quiet place, just the two of us but probably best if we don’t, if you know what I mean. All I’ve heard is that he’s shooting his mouth off about some kind of ace in the hole, something that’ll make everything right for him again in time for him to play in the homecoming game.” I didn’t like the sound of that but I had an appointment to keep. Three hours later I was sitting back in my living room wondering if cybernetic arms were an option yet. I hurt. Somehow it seemed as if my arm now had more nerves for pain than the rest of my body combined. “I thought physical therapy was supposed to make you feel better,” I whined. “In the long term,” yelled Ji from the hallway bathroom. I was in the living room. Owen had left and done the hand-off with Ji. Ji had become my animé buddy so I was in position with a fruit juice while she had taken a sports bag into the bathroom saying she had to get ready. I was enjoying the guava juice when she came back in. Ji was not a tall girl but every inch of her legs were shown in sheer stockings while she had a bunny suit on including a bustline that showed her B-cup chest to best effect. I suspected there might be something helping underneath. She even had a fluffy cottontail and bunny ears. “Uh, hello,” I managed. “You likey?” She spun around. She was barefoot except for some clear sheer material that completely enclosed her legs in a way that had to be pantyhose of some kind. “I think I might have just developed a new kink.” “Good.” She seemed pleased. “Now, I’m not complaining, at all. But, why?” “It seemed like it would be fun. I saw you kind of lingering on Mai in the bunny suit in the show so I thought you’d like this.” “Did you go out and buy it?” “Uh ... no.” She turned a little red. “I ordered a bunny outfit for Halloween last year and it was supposed to be like a, well, you know, rabbit, all white and fluffy all over but they sent this instead. I couldn’t use it so this is the first time I’ve gotten to use it.” I pursed my lips. “You definitely could have.” “Oh no,” she held up her hand, “I do a Halloween party at the hospital for the kids each year, give out candy and that sort of thing. This was not going to be worn there.” “It’s lifting my healing spirits.” “Down boy!” She still sounded pleased. “You have to help me set some stuff up.” “Like what?” “Did you see the boxes in the kitchen?” “No, I haven’t been in there since I got back.” “Mom sent me with dim sum as snacks for dance practice. I need you to show me how to steam them though.” “I can talk you through it. We can let them steam slowly and they’ll be good by the time everyone gets here. What did she send?” “Let’s see.” She opened the box and pulled out some paper with some kind of Chinese glyphs on them. I asked later and found it was called hanzi. My gaze went down to her thighs. Damn did they look nice and every centimeter was there to enjoy. Ji didn’t have big muscular legs but they were long compared to her whole body. “Robert?” “Huh?” “You didn’t hear anything I said, did you?” “Sure, I was listening.” She gave the stink eye. “What is in these, then?” “Some dim?” I gave my most innocent smile. Ji closed her eyes, put her fingertips at the bridge of her nose, and started laughing. “You are hopeless. There are three trays here. The first is peanut, pork, and garlic. The second is beef and cabbage. The third are mushrooms, duck, and chives. She must have made a trip somewhere, she doesn’t buy duck unless it’s fresh.” I stood up and looked in at the tiny parcels of happiness. “You said your mom doesn’t cook much.” “She doesn’t but she is good at what she makes. I’ve had all these lots of times.” “The peanut and pork sound interesting, I’ve never had that combination. Mushroom and duck sounds good too. Well, so do beef and cabbage. Lavi will probably really like that one.” “Now I’m getting hungry,” she said. “Me too, but it’ll take a while to get these ready and they’re for later.” “Let’s go over it then.” So, we did. I talked her through setting up the multi-level steamer and getting it going. I watched her ass as she moved around. She caught onto everything quickly even if her instructor was distracted, which seemed to amuse her. “Now let’s take care of us,” I said. She looked at me lustfully. “What did you have in mind?” “Lunch.” Her seductive face dropped into confusion. “Lunch?” “Lunch. I haven’t eaten yet.” “I haven’t eaten either. You know, I’m supposed to be teasing you but I’m not sure who is teasing who now. So, what is for lunch?” She leaned back against the counter. I was tempted to say her but instead, I said. “There are two types of people in this world. Those who eat leftovers and those who don’t.” “Who doesn’t eat leftovers?” She had her hands on her skinny hips. “Exactly, they’re monsters. We have eggs in the fridge. How much?” Ji opened the fridge and found the plastic container. “Lots.” “Great, now we need gravy.” “You,” she pointed at me, “are not supposed to exert yourself.” “Exactly, which is why I’m going to sit here and watch you do it.” “You just want to perv on me.” “No, I want to perv on you and have gravy.” “I’m wearing a bunny girl outfit.” “Which is why we’re not going to fry anything. Trust me; fried potatoes with eggs and gravy sound awesome.” She sighed. “So, what are we going to have with it?” “Just bread, I figure open-faced sandwiches. Lavi grabbed some from a bakery that will be decent.” Ji smiled. “All right.” I showed her how to make gravy and we ate the sandwiches with forks. “I didn’t know milk gravy was that easy to make. Do you always make it with this much pepper?” “Yeah, I think pepper goes better with milk gravy than brown gravy.” “Well, I like it. And I really appreciate you taking the time to help me learn how to do this stuff.” She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up and taking the plates to the sink to rinse them off. Walking back I noticed a little sway to her hips and she pulled my chair back from the table and straddled me. “Now you’ve filled my belly, I’m still hungry.” Kissing her seemed the right thing to do so I did. It was frustrating not being able to reach around her but she took care of that for me putting her arms around my neck. She tasted of black pepper and, somehow, as insane as it might sound, sweet melon. My good hand ran over her back and she started kissing my neck. Standing up Ji backed up a few steps and wiggling managed to wiggle out of the bunny costume. I was proven right that she had on one of those half bras that had connected in the back and pushed her breasts up. I grinned. “Leave the ears on.” She laughed and tossed the costume and bra onto the table. That’s when I discovered the pantyhose was crotchless. “Thinking ahead?” She didn’t respond except by action and pulled my pants down. I started to reach down and help but she pushed my hand back. “I’ll take care of everything.” “I feel useless.” “You feel like a patient.” “A charity patient.” She froze. “What do you mean?” I took a deep breath. “I just don’t want you doing this to make an impression on Lavi or anything.” “If you think I don’t want to fuck you, you are wrong. I like you, Robert.” “Like me?” She laughed, “Yes, I like you. You’re my friend, I like you, sexually. I missed you.” She sat on my lap. “I...” She looked at me sideways. “What?” “I guess I’m just surprised. I’ve thought of everyone as Melissa’s and Lavi’s friends.” “And you’re what, just a plus one or something?” “Yeah, I guess.” She kissed my nose. “You do know that Zahra and Grace like you too. I mean, not like this,” she reached down and stroked me, “but they like you.” I didn’t know what to say so I changed the topic to something even more embarrassing. I felt myself semi-hard in her hand. “Sorry I’m a bit ... uh, it’s not you, it’s me.” “It’s fine. Melissa told me the meds were doing a job on you. You just relax.” I tried to grin. “I don’t want to relax too much, I’m enjoying it.” “Let’s just take our time then,” she said and began grinding on me and put her arms back around my neck pulling me to her chest. I suckled on her small pert breasts and felt myself slowly harden. It wasn’t an impressive show of my virility but Ji managed to work it into her and slowly worked me until I came gently inside her. A few minutes later she paused and shuddered in my lap. She hugged me tightly to her and I thought about apologizing for poor performance but as she held me I felt her melt into me and realized this hadn’t been about sex, it had been about just having a personal moment between us. I smiled and felt myself tear up a little as I nuzzled her hair. That night Melissa and Lavi were in the kitchen while I reclined on the patio. Melissa was making dinner. She had put a whole chicken in the oven to roast with lemons and herbs. I could smell it through the open patio door and it was making me hungry. Lavi had taken some small potatoes and was boiling them. Finally, they tossed a simple salad with some crisp lettuce, cherry tomatoes, and carrots. I moved to the patio table and sat obediently as Lavi began setting the table. I thought it all looked wonderful until Lavi brought out the plastic bottles. “What are those?” Lavi looked amused. “Salad dressings. Melissa got a few options.” “You know dressings are really, very, easy to make. A creamy cucumber dressing, or a ginger soy, like five minutes max.” Lavi leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I’ll get you the bacon vinaigrette.” I started to yell after her. This didn’t count as my care so I could argue but she was already back in the house. This being injured was going to kill me but realized I should get used to it. As it was they were trying to get better at cooking, I shouldn’t throw tantrums over a few shortcuts. At least I had a new Godzilla movie to watch tonight. A week later it was Ji’s afternoon to watch me again. No offense to Owen, who seemed really nice, but Ji’s company was far more aesthetically pleasing. I was lying on the couch having just woken up. I had fallen asleep minutes into something Ji had put on the television, woke up, took meds, read a little, woke up, tried to read again, and couldn’t focus, and was now just lying there. Ji was sitting in the middle and playing with my toes. I had to ask. “Are you into feet?” “Not really,” she said. “Not sexually anyway. But have you ever thought about it? I mean, our feet are amazing. All the interconnected muscles, the things that aid balance.” “A podiatrist in the making.” “Ewww, no, I don’t want to spend all day touching strange people’s feet. That’s gross.” “You’re touching mine.” “You’re not a stranger and your feet are clean. And very ... groomed.” I was spaced out and looking at the ceiling. “Lavi has taken over trimming my toenails. She said I was butchering them with my penknife.” “Typical man. We should all do a spa day.” That was how we were when Melissa and Lavi came in. They took turns leaning over to kiss me and then repeated it with Ji. Melissa looked into Ji’s lap. “Foot massage?” Ji shook her head. “Living anatomy doll.” “Ah,” my blonde nymph replied as if that made perfect sense to her. It probably did. “So, do you know what’s going on?” Ji looked at her. “Huh?” Melissa raised her eyebrows. “Check your phone.” Ji picked it up. “I didn’t hear it beep.” She then intently began reading something. “What the hell?” “Exactly,” said Lavi. I coughed. “Anyone want to fill me in?” Ji handed me her phone. It was a message from Grace that read, “Blackman has said dance team is on hold. No info. Mom said I can’t come over either.” Then there was a followup from Zahra, “Pops just called, said I have to come home right after school.” An animated gif followed of an old woman pointing down at the word NOW flashing in red. It was a group messaging thing so Lavi and Melissa both had questions following up but neither Grace nor Zahra replied. That was when my phone rang. It wasn’t a text but an actual call. The caller identification said ‘June.’ I answered and as I said, “Hi June,” the girls all looked at me. “Hello Robert. I know we haven’t talked since that day with Chris but I need to talk to you. Today.” For once I was not involved with the daughter of the woman saying this to me. “What’s going on?” “I’d like to talk in person, Robert. Melissa and Lavi might as well be there too.” “You want to talk after work?” “I had to take the afternoon off. I’m down the street at a coffee shop. Yussef is with me.” “Yussef is with you?” I said it so that the girls all knew what was going on. “You’re both welcome to come over but you might as well know Ji is here too.” “She’s, what, eighteen, right?” “Yeah, she is eighteen. What does that matter?” “It just does. We will be there in just a bit.” I hung up, looked at Melissa and sighed. “I can’t have whiskey can I?” “Not with your meds,” she said. “Fuck. Let’s at least go to the kitchen table.” “Why?” That was Lavi. I slowly got to my feet. “It’s time for a Talk. The table seems to be the traditional place for them at this point.” Twenty minutes later Melissa showed June and Yussef in. Neither smiled but June said, “Don’t get up,” as I started to. They sat. Lavi, “Want anything to drink?” June said, “No thank you,” while Yussef just shook his head. I tried to be casual while holding my glass of water. “What can I do for you?” June and Yussef looked at each other. Shit, this was bad. “June? Yussef?” “Robert,” Yussef started, “this is very uncomfortable for me. I’ve trusted my daughter with you and to my knowledge, you have never betrayed that trust.” I blinked. Ji, Lavi, and Melissa were all scanning everyone else’s faces but I kept focused on Yussef and June. I replied with some hesitation. “Yussef, I appreciate that and I don’t think I have. What is this about?” June cleared her throat. “I was called by principal Escobar this morning about a meeting. He insisted I come in today. When I got there Yussef was leaving the office.” Yussef, “I decided to wait for June to be finished and we went for coffee together.” “And this involves me somehow?” June, “Robert, is there anything you need to tell us, anything from a couple of years ago maybe? Anything about you and a young girl?” I stared at June. I know I was a bit stoned from the pain meds but did I really just hear that? The ice maker in the fridge started up at that instant and it was so quiet it sounded like an explosion. Then June turned towards Melissa and said, “Maybe even one we know?” Melissa’s hand tensed. Her fingernails rested on the tabletop like a claw. Her voice was cold and hard. “What are you asking?” Yussef took a breath, “We are not implying anything but Escobar asked us about some things that are very concerning.” I looked to the man who I had thought well of. “About me?” Yussef looked back at me. “He did not use names but he clearly meant you.” I shook my head and frustration creeping into my voice. “Maybe it’s because I’m out of it from the meds but I can’t even figure out what you’re talking about!” Yussef replied in an even, well-measured tone. “I do not mean to cause distress and I do apologize as I know you are still recovering but we,” he gestured to include June in this and she nodded agreement, “felt that we could not wait.” “For what?” I was getting exasperated. “Two years ago I didn’t know any of you and certainly didn’t know any young girls. Well, except the family of a few friends. And you wouldn’t be here all on edge over some kids I send Christmas cards to.” June came in on the tail of my response, “And you didn’t know Melissa, at all, in any way? Not from when her brother was here mowing your yard? Not from walking around the neighborhood or anything?” “No.” Melissa shook her head. “I didn’t mow yards with Tommy or anything.” “And I spent my outside time in the backyard. The only reason I have a front yard is that it came with the house.” Yussef and June looked at each other again as if trying to decide what to do next. It was Lavi that broke in. “All right, quid pro fucking quo time. They answered you, now you start putting something on the table.” June leaned back from the table, “We were told not to talk about it.” Melissa exploded. “Don’t play that with us! I’ll bet you weren’t told to come over here and stir things up either but you felt you had to do that so you can tell us something or I can call Escobar and ask him.” “Melissa,” Yussef started, “this is not your concern. You are a forceful young woman but” “Fuck that.” That was Lavi. She didn’t raise her voice0. Yussef went silent. “Don’t play that patronizing kharta with me. You directly implied that Melissa knew something too so this is her concern.” I didn’t know what ‘kharta’ was but Yussef looked like he did and it clearly wasn’t polite language. He reluctantly nodded but I could tell he didn’t like being spoken to like that, especially not by a young woman. June decided to be the peacekeeper. “You’re right Lavi. Melissa’s name didn’t come up either but Escobar clearly meant her.” She took a moment to collect her thoughts and said, “Escobar talked to each of us but we compared notes and it was the same thing. He said he had heard that Grace and Zahara were attending a school-related but not sponsored gathering of students most days after school.” We all nodded, following. Obviously, the not-practices had become known as we figured they would. “He went on to say that there is an active police investigation into a man who the police believe has been grooming a young girl for several years while she was a minor and she was helping him now groom more young women.” The room returned to quiet for several long minutes but eventually, Melissa found her voice. “This is crazy. I met Robert like a month before I turned eighteen and nothing happened until weeks after I turned eighteen.” Lavi smirked, “Might have been sooner if you’d known you were already legal.” Melissa tapped the table fiercely. “Not the point right now my love.” They turned to look at me again. I just shook my head. “I have no fucking clue what this is about. Look, my last regular, uh, partner, was ten years ago. Since then I’ve had a few dates, none under the age of thirty I don’t think. The only girls I’ve known have been the niece of my ex-fiance and the daughters of a friend who I’ve never seen without their parents present.” Yussef looked at me. “This niece” “Don’t go there,” I said. “Her name is Valerie. She’s stopped by a few times but she’s a kid and no, nothing has ever happened in any way shape, or form.” June looked at me, “Have you had any, you know, online girlfriends? Maybe you didn’t know how old they were?” I laughed. “No. Look, I don’t do online social stuff. Not that I wouldn’t but it’s ... well, weird to me. The most I’ve talked to anyone online has been over Instagram and that’s been about baking and in the last few months.” “True,” Melissa added, “he didn’t even know how to take a selfie when we met.” “I knew what a selfie was and how to take a picture.” I felt a little defensive. Melissa looked at me. “Had you ever actually taken one?” “Well, no. Fine, the point goes to you.” Melissa smirked but it was fleeting. The attention returned to June and Yussef. “I... “ Yussef looked at Melissa and Lavi as if he didn’t want to continue with them present. “Out with it,” I said. “I don’t care what it is.” “Very well,” his baritone replied. “I’m not judging but perhaps you’ve hired some companionship and not known their age?” I shook my head. “No.” June, “You’re sure? Like, completely, one hundred percent sure?” “Look, I’m sure. I’ve never hired a call girl, escort, hooker, or whatever you want to call them. And no, I’m not embarrassed by it. It wouldn’t bother Lavi or Melissa one bit if I had.” They nodded casually to show it was true. “But that sounds just awful. Not the sex part, but I’m socially awkward with people I’m just talking to. Being naked too? No thank you.” June didn’t let up. “Are you saying you have absolutely no idea, NONE, why Escobar would have said that?” “No, I don’t.” I looked at everyone at the table. I really didn’t and judging from Lavi and Melissa’s and Ji’s expressions they believed me. “Well,” Yussef said, “Escobar sounded very certain.” I sighed. “I’m sure I’ll find out why.” I looked around the kitchen. I really wanted to bake something. I wondered if that bakery on Poplar still made those honey and pistachio cakes. “Lavi, grab the keys.” Yussef stood. “What are you going to do?” “Me? Wait to see what happens. And maybe have dessert for dinner.” Chapter 42 Yussef and June went to get dessert with us and a low-key grilling continued. I racked my brain for possibilities while eating. Dinner followed desert. Next door to the bakery was a Caribbean place and we all had two family-style chicken and papaya dishes with rice split between us. We went over it several times but the facts always came out the same. I hadn’t dated much since Jordyn. Over the years my friends gave up on trying to set me up. My only date in the last three years had been a woman that if she had been underage had managed to already get a master’s in hydraulic engineering and divorced really young. She had slept with me and then ghosted me. June pressed, unwilling to let go of the idea that perhaps I’d had some kind of online communication with a girl. I don’t think emails to my mother counted. Could my ex-fiancé have some kind of grievance? Sure, but a decade later? That seemed far-fetched to me. And so it went until everyone had beaten the horse to death and started on a nearby donkey. Before we parted ways Melissa asked Yussef if Zahra was still coming over tomorrow. She was polite but she might as well have thrown a glove at him in challenge. He took a significant pause before responding that he was going to talk to Zahra and let the final decision be hers. I think Yussef believed me but it was hard for him to not have doubts. I couldn’t blame him. June looked at me as she got in her car to leave and said she had no problem with Grace coming over. She was sure Grace would still want to. I thought I saw some doubt in her eyes but it meant something that she thought she knew me well enough to push it to the side. I decided to spend Friday wallowing, which was easy given a combination of my pharmaceutical condition and mental state. When Zahra showed up I almost cheered not because I looked forward to seeing her that much but because it felt like a validation. Lavi had already left for classes but Melissa gave her a quick sisterly hug on the way out the door. I was on the couch watching Godzilla Shows a Punk Monkey Who the King Is for the third time. I actually had more affection for Kong as a character than you might think but if you’re going to put a nuclear dinosaur versus a monkey with a pituitary gland problem I’m cheering for fucking Gojira. I had said as much to Melissa who responded that I was cute when I was a geek. Zahra smirked as she plopped down on the couch with textbooks in hand. “What,” I asked? “Mellie said you had a Godzilla thing.” I sniffed for dramatic effect. “I enjoy fine cinema.” More seriously, “Have you ever watched Godzilla?” She thought about it. “I saw the one with the guy married to that girl who did Sex in the City.” “Mathew Broderick?” “Yeah, that was it!” “That wasn’t Godzilla.” “Oh, I thought it was, sorry.” She didn’t catch my tone. “No, I mean technically it was but it totally ignored the themes of Godzilla. It was a generic monster movie with the Godzilla name.” “Wasn’t the original Godzilla just a monster movie?” “Maybe but you can’t just talk about a person by talking about who they were when they were born and ignore the rest of their life.” “Hmmm” she looked thoughtful and tapped the ballpoint pen against her lips. “Let me think on that. But for now, I need to take notes for French. Do you know French?” “If you need to translate a menu I might be able to help but if you have to conjugate something, no.” She seemed to take that as a cue to start her work. She put in earbuds and I resumed the movie. An hour later as the movie wrapped and she closed the books. “All done?” I asked. “For now.” She stretched, removing the earbuds one at a time. “I need to do poli-sci later.” “Thanks for keeping me company,” I said. “That’s sweet. You’re welcome but it’s like a null thing.” Sometimes talking to Zahra felt like I was deciphering a secret language. “Well, it’s certainly something.” “Nope. Besides, it’s nice to get out and hang.” “Even if it’s with a guy?” “Especially a guy! I know this will sound ridic but if I have to spend one more sleepover watching ‘To All the Boys’ again I’ll hurl or something.” “Not a fan of the movie or the genre?” “Both. I mean, it’s all a part of this ‘boys are the center of the universe’ thing. I don’t get it.” “You’re good friends with Lavi and Mellie though. They are pretty darn girly.” “Yeah, but they don’t exist for boys. When they dress or do their hair it’s for them. Mellie and Grace were the only ones who didn’t find it weird that I wanted to style my hair even if no one saw it.” “What if it’s for another girl and not a guy?” She gave a light, almost musical, laugh. “You mean them. Please, either could come out of a fire hideously burned and they would still adore each other. Watching Mellie be so clueless for three years was like reading the most frustrating yuri ever.” “Yuri?” “Girl love comics. Clueless attraction is an extremely common thing in them.” “Are you, uh, yuri?” “Like lesbian? No. I’m straight, hundred percent.” I smiled. “Don’t say that around Lavi, she might take it as a challenge.” She grinned. “I told her once that I ever wanted to walk on that side of the street I would definitely call her to make sure I got the best experience possible. But, that would be cheating so no.” I was surprised. “You have a boyfriend?” Her eyes widened. “On my Lordy, no, Pops would flip and homicide might happen.” “You said it would be cheating.” “On my future husband. I will be a virgin on my wedding night. Not that I’m in any hurry for that.” “I...”. I stopped myself. “What?” “I admit, I’ve been curious about a few things but especially after this police thing I really, really, really don’t want the impression I’m, you know, talking you up.” “Tell you what. You ask and I’ll know in advance you’re not hitting on me, all right?” “You’ll tell me if I make you uncomfortable?” “Oh, for sure!” In for a penny... “So, I got the impression you wanted to be more American from things the girls told me but here you seem totally on board with being a good Christian middle eastern whatever it is your family believes kind of girl.” She shrugged. “I can’t say I’ve always been of one mind. Yeah, sometimes it’s hard to feel like an outsider and growing up ... well, it’s hard, right?” I nodded in agreement. “Right.” “So I’ve had what you might call moments of weakness but all this,” she waved around us, “with you and Lavi and Melissa and now Ji - it’s like we’re all on the outside but together. It’s kind of made it easier for me.” I nodded again. I hadn’t thought of it like that. “Plus it’s kind of fun telling the world to fu ... fudge off.” She looked sheepish. “You can say fuck here. You watched porn at the kitchen table once.” She turned red. “I’d kind of forgotten that. We probably shouldn’t do that again until things calm down.” I sighed. “If they ever do.” “To all things, there is a season. Now, can I ask a question?” “Sure, fair is fair.” “So you and Ji ... slapping taints?” “I...”. I paused my brain separating the meaning from words. “I don’t have a taint to slap with.” She scrunched up her face. “Doesn’t the whole groinal thing count?” She waved faintly in the direction of her own groin. “Only for women, I think. Well, those with vaginas. Don’t tell Mellie I said women by definition have vaginas. I’ll get lectured about trans-exclusionism or something.” She laughed, “Yes, you will! Fine, are you slapping her taint then?” “I’m not sure I should answer that. It’s her business...” “It takes two to tango, it’s as much your business as her’s.” She had a point. “We are friends and we are physically very, very friendly.” She looked satisfied with that. “I figured. I could see this vibe when she’s around you and Lavi.” “And Melissa.” “It’s not the same.” I paused before saying, “Explain.” “So, she’s, like, super comfortable around Melissa and I can tell they’re really friendly but with you and Lavi, her whole body language changes. She has no barriers up at all. It’s amazo.” I was tired and didn’t know how to process that. So, I tossed the remote to Zahra and said, “Feel free to watch what you want. I’m going to close my eyes.” “I don’t want to keep you awake.” I yawned. “Trust me, you won’t.” As I was closing my eyes I could have sworn I saw a blue sedan that looked familiar slowly drive by the front of the house. I awoke to hear a soft British accent saying. “They cut his balls off, burned them, and then...” I opened my eyes to see a man strung up on a ladder in a medieval setting. “What the hell is this?” I think I mumbled it more than asked it but Zahra hit pause, seemed to realize she had paused it on a pretty gruesome scene, and then let it go forward to some woman of royalty eating fruit before pausing it. “Hugh Despenser the Younger. The Queen deposed the king and had a real mad-on for the Despensers. The Younger here tried to starve himself rather than go through everything they did to him.” “What is this, some Game of Thrones clone?” I was wiping sleep from my eyes and taking a sip of the tea on the table. The ice was long melted but it was still good. “Uh, no. This is about the rule of Edward II, historical stuff.” “Oh.” I felt stupid. “History, especially outside the US has never been a strong suit for me,” I admitted. She bounced on the couch slightly, her headscarf shifting. “I love this stuff. It’s super exciting. I want to do a tour of England and go to all the castles one day.” “Are you still doing the tea stuff for the ... what’s it called?” “The Gentle Folks? That’s what Mellie is getting people to call it.” I laughed. “Sounds like the bad guys in a Doctor Who episode.” She grinned. “That’s exactly what Lavi said. Yeah, I’m working on the high tea, it’s going to be a blast.” Saturday morning came around and my coffee was waiting for me at the bedside. I used the bathroom, sipped a bit of the blessed beans, and then decided to see where everyone was. I made my way downstairs and found Melissa and Lavi in the kitchen. I heard the music before I got there, Ariane Grande singing “you got me working side to side.” I kept half a step back from the doorway and watched them. Lavi was dressed in jeans and a nice white blouse, both conservative since she was going to the temple. Melissa was in a white bra and panties. Both had their arms around each other’s waists and they were kissing gently as they swayed gently to the music. The song reached its end and looped back to the beginning and they kept dancing. I smiled and went back upstairs and was still smiling fifteen minutes later when Melissa made her own way up and I heard Lavi heading out the front door. Melissa was still in her bra and panties but now had toasted bagels on a tray with eggs and turkey sausage. “Hey sleepyhead,” she said. “Lavi grab one for the road?” “Yeah, I kind of ran late making them.” “It happens.” We ate on the bed and when we finished I laid back down and put music on as Melissa put one leg over mine and began trailing fingernails over my chest. I kissed her forehead. “Horny?” “Always,” she purred as she snuggled against me. “I know I don’t have a lot of energy but I could...” “Robert.” “Yes?” “Shut up.” “I don’t want you to think” She pushed up on one elbow and didn’t let me finish. “Robert Christopher, over the rest of our lives you’re going to fuck me thousands of times, everywhere, in every way. We’re going to commit sacrilege and probably break local ordinances. Discretely. I’m going to bear you children. The fact that I’m always horny means nothing. Right now nothing matters except you making sure you’re around for all those future days.” “Every right now matters.” “Here,” Melissa put a leg over me and lowered herself over my waist. She fished my cock out from my boxers and stroked me hard. It felt good but these pain pills just ... lessened everything. She pulled her bikini-style panties to the side and slid so that my dick rode along the lips of her cleft and she pushed my head against her clit. She shuddered. “I masturbate when you sleep sometimes. I reach over and suck your dick in your sleep while I do. Did you know that?” “No, I didn’t.” I considered pointing out I couldn’t consent in that scenario but given that I liked the idea of her casually sucking me off I didn’t actually object. It felt good what she was doing. She said, “I enjoy it you know, that closeness with you, having you in me while I stimulate myself.” “But I’m not doing it.” “Unf,” she panted gently, “but it’s you. And that’s all that matters. You make me happy just by being.” “You didn’t think so that night we fought.” “I was being a bitch.” “Maybe but you were right.” She sat astride me for a while, gently stroking me and teasing her clit with my penis like a toy. Then she said, “You know I’m a hot mess right?” “It’s easy to forget.” She traced where we touched with her fingertips. “Carefully orchestrated lies. I need you and Lavi to know me.” “Feel free to screw up around us more often. It’ll help remind us you’re human.” She grinned. “Deal. And I promise to talk to you before I blow up in the future.” “We’ve made that promise before haven’t we?” She looked somber for a moment. “And I’ll keep making it every time I fuck up until it sticks. And I will really try each time for it to be the last.” I looked at her, her hair around her shoulder, and lifted my good hand to hold her bra-enclosed breast. “And I’ll be around after every fuck up for you to make the promise again.” “Here, I’ll vow by something this time. I vow lest your balls shrivel and die that I’ll talk to you before I blow up in the future.” She obviously thought she was clever. “Wait a second! Does that mean I lose my balls if you break your word? That doesn’t seem fair.” She grinned. “Well, they’ll give me kids so they matter.” “Well, I swear by,” I snuck two fingers underneath her and curved them up making her jump and fall back down on them quickly, “this that I’ll talk to you before I do things dramatic and self-destructive.” “Oh fuck, yes!” Her voice caught in her throat and I don’t think she was responding to my promise. I found her spot and stroked it making her buckle. She started to fall forward and caught herself on the headboard. After she regained her composure, “You must be starting to feel better, you’re playing dirty again.” “Well, it helps shore up my fragile masculine ego.” She kissed me. “Best insecurity ever.” We both giggled and then settled back down. I napped again and when I woke up she had barely moved but was reading Fer-de-lance. “Ooo you’re reading Stout.” “I was out of stuff to read and figured I’d give it a shot.” “I hope you like it. And it reminds me. I need to follow up with Coraline about her stories.” “Yeah, she hasn’t asked but I’ve been able to tell a couple of times at club meetings that she has wanted to.” “I’m starting to feel a bit more strength so I’ll try to get through the stories and finish markup. I still have plenty of time.” She stroked my foot with her own. “Still going back to work Monday?” “Just part-time again. I’ll do two hours in the morning and two in the afternoon so I can rest more often.” “Good.” “So ... I’m supposed to be getting light exercise. Want to head out with me?” She closed the book and looked at me. “Where?” “About.” “About what?” “No, about where, about here, go out and about the neighborhood.” She looked at me, her blue eyes studying me. “You, Robert Carlo, the hermit, wants to walk among your neighbors? Have you taken your meds?” “I have. But it’s time for me to put my big boy pants on and deal with things, starting with the HOA bullshit.” “I thought the lawyer said to let them handle it.” “And I will but am I correct in guessing you know who is active in the HOA?” Without hesitation, she said, “Yeah.” “Then I think it’s time to at least introduce myself.” “You’re sure?” “Not a bit but I’m pretty sure if I had a therapist they would tell me I should be proactive.” Melissa was already pulling jeans on. She had that magic ability to make them look like a second skin though she pulled them on as if they were loose. Nymph magic. “After I spent all that time in the hospital I went to a therapist.” “What did they say?” She started to pull on a shiny purple blouse. “That I’d grow out of my interest in older men.” I spun around and looked for my sweatpants and said, “Fuck therapy then.” Melissa paused, blouse in mid descent, and started laughing hysterically. Soon we were walking around. I held Melissa’s hand as we walked to a little park down the road. Swing sets and climbing equipment were surrounded by outdoor rubber safety flooring and a few picnic tables and gazebo stood to the side. It wasn’t much but a few families were there with kids playing already. Melissa waved as we passed and folks waved back. “You know them,” I asked. “I babysat for a bunch of them.” “If you could babysit for them why didn’t you do that instead of looking to mow yards?” “Babysitting doesn’t pay much. If I was going to buy a car I needed both.” “What about Linda and Rian?” “Mom thought I needed to learn the value of work and Rian ... I get along with him fine but I don’t ask him for anything.” I was going to ask more but then we arrived at our destination, a good-sized house on Birchwood Lane that looked like all the other houses in the subdivision except mine. A large woman with a deep tan was outside weeding. Melissa raised a hand, “Hi Mrs. Hutchinson!” She looked up from where she was kneeling in a flower bed and smiled. “Melissa Milton! I haven’t seen you in forever.” “Hi, this is Robert.” I had to disengage my hand from Melissa’s and wave. “Howdy,” I said. “I live down the road on the property at the end of Thorston Drive.” “Oh.” Her eyes darted to Melissa as if she was putting two things together and stopped smiling. I continued, “Can I talk to you about the HOA vote?” She didn’t look at me, only looking at Melissa. “Oh, Melissa. I didn’t know you were involved in this.” Melissa answered sweetly. “Involved in what?” “With this situation.” “You mean my boyfriend, my common-law husband?” “You’re being silly, you’re just a child.” “And that’s why you’re voting to remove me from my house because you think an eighteen-year-old is a child,” I asked. She glared at me. “I have a problem with perverts like you but we’re voting based on the HOA multiple family rules. Good day.” She grabbed a trowel and went right inside. I watched the door closed and said, “Well, a lawyer has warned them about what to say.” “I knew she was evil,” Melissa said, “she subscribes to the Martha Stewart magazine.” I squeezed Melissa’s hand. “I love you.” She smiled and it gave me strength. “Another one?” “Why not? It can only get better right?” She didn’t answer. We ran into lots of people tending yards but several doors were knocked on too. We made a circuit down Birchwood Lane to Evergreen Drive and then back to Forest Road until we got to Thorston Drive again. The second house was another woman who said she was very open-minded but it just isn’t that kind of neighborhood. One woman yelled at me that I was a disgrace and that Melissa could be my daughter. As we walked away Melissa loudly said “come on Daddy.” One man refused to even talk to us and just shut the door in our faces. Two others were in their yards but walked inside and shut the door without saying a word. The others either hadn’t been home or hadn’t even been willing to answer the door. “Well, that went well,” I said. “How about Mexican for lunch? We can go to that place near the mall. It’s pretty much generic TexMex but they make their own chips and salsa and have horchata.” She looked at me. “Had enough exercise?” I forced a smile. “Yeah, I think so.” We walked in silence for a minute and then I genuinely smiled. “What are you grinning at?” She bumped my good arm. “Do you remember when we fought, that first time and I waited outside for you?” “Seems forever ago but yeah.” “I was sitting on the steps and watched you walk towards the house, this same route. I remember I ached for you ... not sexually but to hear your voice and look in your eyes. You were walking towards me but didn’t see me and were listening to music.” She smiled. “Believe it or not I remember the song.” “You do?” “Yeah, I remember it was perfect for improving my bad mood.” I bumped her back. “Maybe it can be our song.” She grinned, pulled her phone out, fiddled, and then out of the small phone speaker a growl erupted, and over a funky bass line Bruno Mars erupted with ‘This hit, that ice cold, Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold.’ I chuckled. “Let’s keep looking for a song.” She hit repeat and as we walked the last block home and we sang along. I surprised myself with how much of the lyrics I knew and being there with her singing along made all the bullshit fine. She turned off the phone as the song ended and we got closer. She glanced over at me as we walked. “You know, I’ve never asked, why isn’t your house like the rest of the neighborhood?” “Well, you know it’s on a double lot, right?” She nodded yes. “Well, when the place was originally built the company intended to offer a ton of customization options. Heck, the guy who bought the place was Thorston, he got to name the street after himself. He told me all this stuff when I bought it from him.” “That’s why all the other streets are Maple or Birch or something tree?” “Yeah, that was the second company that picked the names. That first company went bankrupt, no idea why. Another company came along and what is now my house was the only one sold. The company that bought up all the assets just built generic houses and sold them.” She squeezed my hand. “We’re not going to lose it. I don’t know how but it’s special and it’s ours. We were walking past the house of Fred, the HOA president, and I looked over to see all the flowers in his yard. “You know what,” I said. “What?” “After lunch, let’s go to the nursery. I want to buy a shit load of flowers. This asshole’s flowers don’t deserve my bees. I’ll give them a feast of flowers right now.” Melissa grinned. “Let’s collect the tigress and do it. You can’t plant them though.” I could see Lavi’s car in the driveway ahead of us. “I know what to do about that.” I pulled out my phone and found the contact. It rang and I spoke into it. “June, can I get you to come over tomorrow? I need to do some planting so I’d appreciate the help.” I paused as she spoke to me and then replied. “Yeah, we do need to talk so let’s do what friends do and do it.”

The Party by Euripides Some time ago I posted a shorter version of this story on another website, but this is the definitive account. It takes a while to get to the actual CMNF, because I think the background is important to underline my belief that CMNF (and CFNF) is qualitatively different from CFNM. I hope to get round to explaining my philosophy, but first of all the story. if you don’t want to read the preliminaries, go straight to part 2. All the people are real and all events are described as they actually happened – or are as close to the truth as memory allows. 1. Rachel In my teenage years, I had a major crush on my cousin Rachel. She’s actually my second cousin, so my infatuation was not completely out of bounds, even if she was out of my range. She’s three years older than me and gorgeous. She’s small, with a very nice body (slim and trim rather than voluptuous), luminous blue-green eyes, an impertinent smile and honey blonde hair. We lived close by each other and attended the same school for a while, and our families socialized on a regular basis, so I got to see a lot of her. I’m sure she knew about my crush, but she never made an issue of it, nor made me feel awkward. In addition to beautiful, she was (and is) clever and strong-willed, a high achiever who liked to push and test her limits. At school and university she threw herself into just about everything that was happening, joined a number of clubs, served as a student representative, won academic prizes and athletic honours. She’s also the thrill-seeking type. Despite her diminutive stature, she is tough and utterly fearless. Before she became domesticated, she was into “extreme” sports like rock-climbing and base-jumping. Yet she was always incredibly sexy, proud of her figure and perfect legs which she liked to show off in short skirts, snug-fitting tops and barely-there bikinis. But not in a vain or wanton manner. Rachel was a flirt but never a tease nor a prima donna. I don’t know if she consciously played on the juxtaposition of pretty and petite with the difficult and dangerous, but the contrast could be striking. For example, when she was sixteen, she won a junior motocross championship, against boys as well as a couple of other girls. She was the smallest rider in the field and prevailed by sheer daring and determination. She sauntered off the track triumphant in her dirt-spattered leathers, high-fiving her friends and fans, reeking of fuel and exhaust fumes, her mud-caked face barely recognizable but for her patented Rachel grin – outwardly modest but betraying at the edges her sublime self-confidence. Yet a few hours later she turned out for the awards ceremony completely transformed, all sweet and prodigiously feminine in a short and strapless pink party dress. I was thirteen at the time, and though my infatuation was already well-developed, the transcendent vision of her lustrous legs and delectable décolletage that evening is what finally pushed me from idealizing my breathtaking cousin into straight-out idolatry. Not surprisingly, she was the most popular girl in the neighbourhood, which only added to the torment of my unrequited crush. During the time we were in high school together, she was constantly attended by a retinue of admirers and acolytes. She went through several boyfriends and the occasional girlfriend – her preference was only slightly biased in one direction. What was most demoralizing for me, however, was that when word got out that we were cousins, I was besieged by potential suitors seeking an introduction or hoping for a recommendation. Of course, she loved the attention. Needless to say, Rachel looked stunning in her school uniform – a pleated tartan skirt, cream coloured blouse and white ankle socks. Like most of the girls, she wore her skirt extremely short. Notwithstanding the formal dress code, the teachers never enforced the rules on hemlines. But for the girls it was not just a case of looking hot, it was also a matter of principle. They were forbidden to wear trousers, summer or winter, so their attitude was: “If I’m forced wear a skirt, no one is going to tell me how to wear it!” Most never even wore the approved tights, keeping their legs bare in the coldest temperatures. This was a gesture of defiance, against both officialdom and the natural elements, which we boys heartily endorsed, although it could be rather distracting, especially in class – heck, that may have even been part of the girls’ motivation. Nevertheless, this is something that has always intrigued me (and yes, it is relevant to my story). It must have been quite a chore for the girls, in their ultra-short skirts, to do even the simplest things that I as a trousered male took for granted, to avoid flashing their undies in the midst of a horde of hormone-charged schoolboys. The unwritten rules seemed daunting – keep the knees together when sitting, tug the hem downwards when getting up, flatten the skirt against the thighs or backside when walking up stairs or in the wind, make sure to avoid bending over. Stuff I never had to even think let alone worry about. It must be a weird feeling to be always aware of what you’re wearing, but for females I guess it just becomes automatic. Or maybe that’s the point – to never forget what you are ... and what you’re not. For my beautiful cousin, that last bit was important. She loved being a girl. And as trite as that sounds, the fact is that she was something of a sexual chauvinist. I think she really did pity us males – she definitely regarded hers as the superior sex. But it was impossible to disparage her, because she carried it off – like everything else she did – with such aplomb. One of my favourite memories was of a school assembly towards the end of her senior year. The occasion was the annual awards ceremony. It was held outdoors, in unseasonably cool and windy weather. Rachel was, as usual, the recipient of several prizes, and each time she mounted the podium she received a hearty cheer and more than a few wolf whistles, not least because of the way her little skirt billowed eye-pleasingly in the breeze. She was desperately trying to hold it down and preserve the wind-blown remnants of her modesty and dignity with one hand while clutching her trophies in the other, all the while smiling sassily at her audience and joking with the mistress of ceremonies (who was having her own skirt problems). And despite her flushed face and giggles, you could tell that my cousin was loving every second of her dilemma. That afternoon we walked home together, as we often did. It was still chilly and overcast. A storm was brewing and strong gusts were swirling around us. Rachel was beginning to shiver in her flimsy uniform. Tiny goosebumps dappled her bare arms and legs. I felt sorry for her and was about to put a protective arm around her shoulders when she broke from my side and started skipping along the footpath. As she pranced about, her skirt bounced and flounced. Then a light rain started to fall, and she looked more stunning than ever, her wet hair plastered to her cheeks, her saturated skirt adhered to her thighs, the water running down her silky smooth legs in sinuous rivulets, her sodden blouse adhering transparently to her body. She was wearing a powder blue brassiere which had earlier been just a faint outline under the fabric of her shirt but now stood out so clearly on her breasts that I could count its little embroidered white blossoms. Her damp clothing clung so snugly to her figure that every delicious curve and crevice was brought into sensuous high relief. This was to remain my fondest image of my super-sexy cousin, until the night of the party. 2. The Party Rachel started university the following year, and when I arrived three years later, she acted as my guide and mentor, helping me find my way about the campus, advising me on what to expect and what to avoid, introducing me to some useful and important people. She invited me along to parties and I met her friends. She was not involved in any sort of permanent relationship that I could discern. But though I still idolized her, I had long since abandoned any thoughts of entering the temple of Rachel. At the time she was a member of an “adventure club” which – it did not surprise me – was devoted to the pursuit of the adrenaline rush. Since my pastimes have always tended to the more sedentary, I remained on the periphery of this aspect of her life, but on occasion I got to meet some of the other adventurers. They were basically Rachel personality types, including a girl named Sarah whom I knew fairly well from one of my classes. Like my cousin, she is small and pretty. She has lively, dark hazel eyes and chestnut brown hair which in those days she kept cropped boyishly short, but subverted by girlie touches such as little pigtails tied with pink ribbon bows. I fancied her but figured that we didn’t really have that much in common. I couldn’t muster much enthusiasm for club’s activities, because I subscribe to the theory that you’re allotted only so many heartbeats in your lifetime, so it’s illogical to use them up before you have to. About six months into my freshman year, Rachel came over one Saturday afternoon and invited me to a social gathering planned for that evening. I had a feeling that, being given so little advance notice, I was a last-minute replacement for someone, but I was not going to turn down the summons. But the way she phrased it intrigued me. She asked me to be her escort. Now it’s possible that I misinterpreted – she may have simply meant to reinforce that this was not a boyfriend-type date (not that I was expecting it to be). On the other hand, the meaning I inferred was that she wanted a chaperon – very peculiar, coming from my independent-minded, free-spirited cousin. However, it became clear when she enlightened me. “It’s C-M-N-F,” she informed me. To my blank look she responded, “That’s clothed male...” “Yes, I know what it stands for,” I replied. “I was just...” “Do you have a problem with it?” she cut in. “If you’re not interested...” She laughed at my expression. “I thought as much. Anyway, I have to go. I’ll pick you up at six.” Rachel didn’t wait for me to react further. She came back at the appointed hour. Since I was too poor to own a car, she drove us, to a house located a short distance off-campus. Given the nature of our destination, I felt some irrational disappointment that she was wearing a heavy sweater, jeans and boots. I was also feeling somewhat nervous, and she must have been as well, because she was in an unusually chirpy mood, shooting off rapid-fire sentences in a high-pitched voice. I deciphered that the party was another adventure club event, and the underlying theme was some sort of battle of the sexes. The men’s challenge was something so innocuous that I don’t recall what it was, so I think they got the better of the deal. (But then again, I never heard any of the ladies complaining.) When we arrived, the festivities were already under way with a dozen other couples. Altogether, when everyone had turned up, there were thirty people. I was acquainted with about two thirds of them as members of the club, including Sarah. She looked adorable (not a word I use very often) in a blue button-up miniskirt, apricot yellow blouse and matching knee-socks, and shiny black Mary-Jane shoes with oversized silver buckles. Her partner was a guy named Brad who seemed to show only a half-hearted interest in her. It was only midway through the evening that I discovered that he was not her boyfriend, but an escort, like I was with Rachel. We said hello and Sarah seemed disconcerted by my presence. I was concerned that I had somehow offended her, but it was when I remarked off-hand that we’d be seeing each other in class on Monday morning that her face took on a rosy pink hue and betrayed what she was thinking. After tonight, we might not look at each other the same way again. For the first thirty minutes or so, it was just like a regular party, although the atmosphere was somewhat subdued. All the females were fully dressed. Indeed it was a rather cool evening, so there wasn’t much skin visible at all. We drank beer and wine and listened to music; we chatted and got acquainted. Our hosts were a tall, elegant, extremely attractive woman in her late twenties named Vanessa, and her husband Rob. They looked to be the oldest in the group, and so far as I could tell they were the only married couple. At around seven o’clock, Vanessa turned the music down and the thermostat up. At least, I think she switched up the heating, although it may have been my own temperature that was rising. She didn’t say anything, but the sudden drop in the noise level caused everyone to look about, and that’s when she began unbuttoning her blouse. There was no announcement and no fanfare, nor was this a slow and seductive striptease. She was laughing and swapping jokes, and when she’d pulled off the shirt she whirled it over her head a few times before letting go. It sailed across the room and came in to land atop one of the bookcases. We all cheered, and the other women began removing their tops. Every single one was wearing a bra, which I am sure was no coincidence. After we males had ogled our ladies for a while – and they had checked out each other – the proceedings went back almost to normal, except that every so often one of the girls would remove her skirt or slip out of her jeans. The half-dozen who had worn dresses to the party were already in their undies, of course, which made it a bit easier for the rest. At one stage, a couple of the guys attempted to speed up the process by spraying beer onto their partners, and another tried to take matters directly into his own hands, but they were swiftly deterred. In any case, such action proved unnecessary, as before long all the girls were down to bra and panties. Rachel had looked around and then shrugged as she handed me her glass before reaching down to take off her boots. She grinned, somewhat apprehensively, as she unbuckled her belt, unzipped and opened the front of her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. She blushed when she realized how much interest was focused on her – and I felt proud that my cousin was the prettiest girl in the room. She fluttered her lashes and performed a neat pirouette before kicking off her denims; and as she took back her wine glass she curtly instructed me to retrieve them and her boots and place them with her sweater on the table in the corner. Rachel looked as stunning and sexy as I’d ever seen her, in a white satin halter-neck brassiere and matching briefs, trimmed with lace frills around the edges. There was a little purple bow at the tip of each breast, and another on her panties located cheekily over the crotch. She did not appear at all self-conscious as she stood there being assessed and admired... except for a twinkle in her eyes and an impish curl of her lips. Just as Rachel was finishing her performance, Sarah discreetly unhitched her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. When she’d stepped out of it, Brad picked it up and deposited it on the table with the rapidly growing pile of discarded clothing. She was wearing a mauve lacework demi-cup bra adorned with tiny woven blossoms, and a miniscule thong panty. But the girl had a certain style that made her look demure even when all that covered her sweet body could have easily fit into my trouser pocket. But then she stripped the ribbons from her hair, and the pigtails instantly unravelled into two spiky clumps. The effect was cutely comical, especially atop that lusciously unclad little body. If this had been as far as things went that night, it would still have been a fantastic party, and I doubt that anyone would have been disappointed. Not all the bodies were of supermodel standard, but nevertheless healthy, well-toned and pleasing to the eye. This was hardly unexpected considering that most of the girls belonged to a club which demanded a high level of health and fitness. Around eight o’clock, Vanessa made the next move. She called three of the other women into a huddle. After conferring, they turned together to face the rest of us, unfastened their bras and, following a few seconds of deep breaths and suppressed giggles, took them off. That initiated a most agreeable chain reaction, and within a matter of minutes every female in the room was bare-breasted. Indeed, none showed much hesitation. I guess they had already broken the ice by stripping down to their underwear. Maybe the alcohol acted as a lubricant, although no one was drinking heavily. The girls had understandably wanted to maintain their self-control, and the men didn’t want to spoil the scenery by viewing it through a booze-induced blur. Some of the girls were quite nonchalant about being topless; others appeared shy and timid, avoiding eye contact and keeping their hands strategically positioned. Rachel was in between. Once again, she handed me her glass and sucked in a lungful of air. She exhaled in a half dozen soft, rapid puffs before reaching behind her back. She unfastened the clasp and allowed the bra to dangle by its halter over her chest for a few seconds. Finally, with a resolute firming of her jaws, she grasped the strap and lifted it over her head, pulling the fabric off her body with an extravagant flourish that caused her breasts to quiver slightly. She held onto it for a moment, caressing the material between her fingers, before handing it to me and taking back her drink. She blushed, again, when I casually shoved it into my pocket. That was an absent-minded gesture, but it must have looked as if I was stashing a trophy. I’m sure this was not the first time that Rachel had bared her chest in public. In fact, before that night I had twice seen her topless, albeit by accident in a poolside mishap and a bathroom mix-up. She’s not prudish, nor especially bashful, and she doesn’t mind flaunting her assets. However, the differences here were the setting, the deliberate and methodical way in which she and the other women went about their stripping, and the fact that it was a one-sided display, with male partners and friends still fully clothed and keenly scrutinizing. Yet I had to laugh – sympathetically, of course – at my normally unflappable cousin, bashfully holding her drink in such a position that her hand and glass concealed one nipple, her forearm the other. Fortunately she saw the humour in her situation and smiled back. She gradually lowered her arm until her breasts were revealed in all their glory. Well, as I’ve mentioned, she’s not overly endowed in that department, but they are nicely-shaped and... the word that comes to mind is pert. I am (somewhat) ashamed to say that I got rather fixated on her nipples. I expected them to be erect... as erect as... well, I’m sure you’ll get my meaning when I confess that I was glad I’d had the forethought to wear baggy trousers that evening. But it really didn’t come as a shock that they were still soft. Although she and the other girls were obviously aroused, there was enough residual discomfiture that none of them was feeling especially turned on... unlike their partners. Anyway, I suddenly understood Vanessa’s perspicacity in turning up the thermostat. I glanced about furtively to see what was happening elsewhere, but relaxed when I saw that the other guys were doing the same, and no one seemed to mind. Nevertheless, I quickly averted my eyes if any of the girls reacted with a cringe or a twitch, or otherwise looked embarrassed. However, they all seemed either comfortable with their state of undress or too preoccupied with trying to appear at ease to care that anyone was staring. Of course, I had to see Sarah. She had delayed removing her top until she was one of the last to do so, and now realized that was a mistake, for even with a dozen pairs of naked breasts already on display, the attention kept shifting to those holding out. It’s interesting how the act of undressing tends to be even more provocative and stimulating than the finished product. She unhooked her brassiere – it was the front closure type – and crossed her arms to slide the straps off her shoulders. I thought her hands were going to linger there, but she lowered them to her sides. The cups clung to her torso for a few tantalizing seconds, until she wiggled her body and they fell free. She caught the bra before it drifted all the way to the carpet, and offered it to her partner. Like Rachel, Sarah is rather small-breasted but makes up for lack of dimension with elegance of design. She is slim and athletic, her body finely honed and toned, in a gymnast’s perfect equilibrium where the baby fat has burned off but the curves and crevices are soft and sleek, not firmed and rippled. As did Rachel, she made no attempt to cover herself, but she kept her arms unnaturally tensed, hands clasped at waist level or planted awkwardly on her hips. She was resisting the urge to raise them to her chest. Yet after a while, as we got used to the bare boobs – the sight or the feeling, depending on one’s perspective – we all started to become almost blasé about them. I guess semi-nudity is not such a taboo that you dwell on it for long. And once again, I would have been more than satisfied if things had progressed no further. But more delights lay ahead. The party’s raison d’être had not yet been completely fulfilled. And when I think back on it, I don’t know if stretching out the undressing ritual over two to three hours was a help or a hindrance to the girls. Certainly it gave them time to adjust. On the other hand, at each stage, just as they found their new comfort zone, they were moved out of it. Vanessa orchestrated this like a symphony. I was getting the impression that this was not a first for her and Rob. The final act was once more kicked off by our hostess. The French have a phrase, pour l’encouragement des autres – “to encourage the others” – and this was Vanessa’s guiding principle throughout the evening. She picked exactly the right moment, when there was a lull in the conversation and the music had stopped, and some of us were getting fidgety – guys becoming impatient, girls just wanting to get it done. Yet many of the latter were clearly ambivalent. Rachel silently rolled her eyes when she realized the time had come, Sarah muttered something inaudible to everyone but herself, one girl groaned softly, one rocked back and forth on the heels and balls of her feet while another swayed gently, as if slightly woozy. The rest, however, laughed or just shrugged it off, although I suspected that was mostly façade. Wearing nothing but her g-string panties, Vanessa looked almost unbearably beautiful and seductive. Statuesque and graceful, with the body of a showgirl, a chorine’s legs and a siren’s visage, she was stunning beyond any reasonable measure of womanhood. She had jet-black hair which cascaded about her shoulders, ebony eyes that sparkled like black diamonds, and lips the colour of rubies which crimped at the corners of her mouth into an inscrutable Mona Lisa smile. Her flawless skin was a rich olive. If she wasn’t quite as beautiful as Rachel, that was because my cousin sets such a high standard; but she exuded sexuality. Her breasts were magnificent orbs... I feel a tad sleazy putting it that way, because she was so refined and sensuous, but the fact is that she was spectacular. Unlike most of the others in the room, her rose-hued nipples were raised and hard. She radiated gusto and basked in the attention. The mood in the room changed when Vanessa reached to her hips and pushed her thong down her thighs. Everyone stopped to watch. I heard a couple of gasps. She was totally self-assured, relaxed and unembarrassed. She conveyed a playful innocence that was almost childlike as she daintily handed the last of her clothing to her man. Suddenly she seemed so fragile and vulnerable, with all of her glorious body exposed, nothing hidden, that little bit of her which had remained privately hers (and her husband’s) now public property. Almost all the women followed in unison. Rachel looked up into my eyes, then lowered her gaze, perhaps starting to feel a few qualms or a twinge of regret at having gone so far. At this stage, any of the girls could have backed away from the final revelation, and no one would have disparaged her for doing so (and certainly none of us males was in a position to pass judgement). On the other hand Sarah, who had been hesitant about taking off her bra, all but leapt out of her panties. I think she was bursting to get it over with. Indeed, it’s funny how two small slivers of fabric make such a difference. A minute earlier, half the bodies in the room were concealed by nothing more, and yet it’s that last, forbidden one per cent of skin which, when revealed, transforms a woman. Whether she acts like a slut or a saint, prances and cavorts to show herself off or timidly shrinks from the attention, is strong or weak, tough as nails or tender as a flower petal, it all makes no difference. When she is naked, she is defined in full, first and last, by her womanhood. When she and all the women about her are naked, and all the men are fully clothed, it is not just her body which is exposed but everything that she is. I took a lingering look at Rachel. I didn’t try to be coy about it. She showed just a little embarrassment but stood there stoically, with her feet and knees slightly apart, her hands defiantly by her side, not hiding anything but – the impression was – poised for covering action. The soft pink cleft between her legs was smooth, either shaven or waxed, as were most of the girls’. I turned to Sarah. She was still wearing her cutie-pie knee-socks and buckle-shoes – so charmingly incongruous, since she was completely naked above them. They were the first to catch the eye, and then my line of sight was drawn upwards, along her silken thighs to the velvet folds at the entrance to her body. The delicate wisps of hair evoked a sense of a pristine simplicity and guileless lack of pretension that her impudent nakedness served to enhance rather than debase. Her pose was more submissive, or modest, than Rachel’s – hands behind her back, feet together but with one knee bent to position that leg slightly forward of the other, head erect but eyes downcast. Everyone tried to act casual; in fact perhaps we tried too hard. Vanessa, the attentive hostess, proffered a glass of wine and Sarah took it, loosening out of her uneasy posture. Indeed, the mood all round quickly turned effervescent once again. Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol, but more likely it was the adrenaline, but the girls began to circulate, breaking away from their partners to mingle more freely than they had done with their clothes on. To my delight, and Rachel’s amusement, I became the focus of some considerable feminine attention. I would like to think it was due to my looks and charm, but it had more to do with the fact that I was the youngest guy at the party and I look even more youthful than my age. For some reason, this appealed to the girls who kept me busy for the next hour. I certainly didn’t object, although I would have liked to have been able to spend more time with Sarah. At one stage, I found myself in a circle with four of the bare-skinned lovelies, exchanging advice and information on – of all things – bus routes and fares. I have no recollection of how the conversation got started, but in hindsight it was so marvellously banal, given the situation. The girls appeared completely at ease, although that could have been bravado. To be honest, I had been a little intimidated by the company – all these swashbuckling adventurers, fearless daredevils and intrepid thrill-seekers. But it does wonders for the male ego when you’re casually chatting to a pretty girl when you’re fully clothed and she’s stark naked... let alone when there’s four of them and just you, and everyone’s trying to act like there’s nothing out of the ordinary in the fact that you’re the only one with clothes on. Of course, not everybody was so coy, but I didn’t see any groping or other bad behaviour. In fact, most of the unrestrained behaviour came from the girls. After quickly getting over the initial, inevitable discomfiture, they were enjoying themselves as much as the guys, maybe even more so because they were able to let go of their inhibitions altogether, whereas we males felt obliged to keep a check on our impulses. There was no shame or humiliation; but at the same time there was no blatant exhibitionism or overt immodesty. (That sounds odd, under the circumstances, but it’s the difference between sexy and sleazy.) One of those in our little conversation circle was a well-built, intense-looking brunette named Kat – “with a K” she insisted, although she had a quality that was undeniably feline, sort of slinky and exotic. She was standing beside me, and whenever she directed a comment at me, she turned towards me and her bare breast brushed against my shirt sleeve. Then she’d emphasize a point and her firm nipple pressed into my arm. I don’t know if she was doing it deliberately, or even if she was aware she was doing it at all; and if she hadn’t been nude I probably wouldn’t have noticed it myself. For me, as a male, it was a gratifying, not to say stimulating, experience, and also in a way flattering. The girls hadn’t stripped just for our pleasure and amusement; the event had been undertaken as a dare; and they were having as much fun as us. At the same time, the whole point of the exercise was that they were naked for our enjoyment. Certainly it was a thrill for them – and they were, after all, members of a club devoted to just that sort of thing – but it was the one-sided nature of their exposure which added a special piquancy to the occasion. Indeed, I must confess that I also felt just a tad superior in my fully clad masculinity, or at least a kind of comradely bond with my fellow males – the brotherhood of the attired, so to speak. But anyway, back to the story... After a while, with some reluctance, I detached myself from the group, when I saw that Sarah had been left alone. It was the first time I had a chance to say more than a couple of words to her since the party started. I couldn’t resist a close-up inspection. She didn’t seem to mind, or at least was becoming used to being looked over, and waited patiently till I was finished, with just the hint of a wry smile. She had taken off her shoes and socks and wasn’t wearing jewellery or make-up. She was as bare as nature had provided, and nature had done very well. As I’ve mentioned, like Rachel she is not by any means statuesque or voluptuous, but her body is sublimely proportioned, with not a gram of excess fat or overtoned muscle. Unlike my cousin, who is almost spookily flawless, Sarah has three tiny imperfections which added to her unadorned charm because I would not normally have been privy to their existence – a small ragged scar on her left breast just below the nipple, a little butterfly-shaped birthmark on her right hip on the edge of the pubis, and an odd patch where the light sprinkling of pubic hair did not grow at all. We talked for about five minutes, mainly about the class we shared. The obvious topic didn’t come up until she asked why I hadn’t joined the club, since she had seen me now at several of its social functions. I explained my philosophy regarding the allocation of heartbeats, and she didn’t know whether I was being serious. But then I said something along the lines of “However, if there were more parties like this...” and she gave me a funny look. At that moment – probably a good thing – we were interrupted by Brad, who returned to ask Sarah if she wanted a refill. She declined, and to my relief her escort withdrew, but she turned and beckoned me to follow her into the kitchen. There was Vanessa, with a couple of the other girls and one of the guys, preparing plates of snacks. And I have to say that familiarity was definitely not breeding contempt. The sight of the women busy at the bench, the succulent flesh of their bare backsides wiggling slightly as they worked, certainly aroused my appetite. Sarah started to assist, so I pitched in as well, cutting up salami and cheese. Vanessa offered me an apron, and I couldn’t resist laughing out loud, which earned me some quizzical stares. I guess my sense of irony was heightened by the occasion. As we carried out the snacks, Vanessa declared that Kat had a few things to say. That’s the first time I became aware that she was the president of the club. She said a few things, of which I don’t remember much because I wasn’t really listening. She thanked Vanessa and Rob for hosting the event, assured us that the fun was just getting started, made some announcements regarding the club, and made a couple of oblique references to whatever challenge the men were due to face. To repeat what I wrote earlier, their assignment seemed pretty mild compared to the women’s, but I think that may have been the point. From what I could gather, a lot of the club’s activities apparently involved the girls proving they were as tough and fearless as the guys, if not more so. It was around ten o’clock when the party moved into the next phase – indeed, as Kat promised, shifted into a higher gear. I think Vanessa and Rob had observed the sexual tension rising and decided this was the time to dissipate the energy by organizing some games. I surprised me not at all that the girls’ nudity was the centrepiece of every one we played. We started with musical chairs. The guys sat in a circle facing outwards and the girls skipped around the outside, their breasts swaying and jiggling in a most agreeable manner, until “Sit!” was called. The music didn’t stop. Instead, the girls sat on our knees, with their backs to us, and performed a lap dance. Then “Spin!” was called and they leapt up and repeated the circuit; but this time when the girls descended upon our laps we were face to face. One of the girls, Rebecca, sat out the game to act as the caller. She had a broken leg – sustained, naturally, during one of the club’s hazardous escapades. It hadn’t occurred to me before, but there is nothing cuter than a pretty brunette who’s naked but for a leg in plaster. To carry out her task impartially, she was blindfolded. Talk about your fetish fantasy! It was a variation on the classical game, with no scramble for places. Instead, Vanessa was the Poison. At the end of each Sit and Spin cycle, the Bump – whoever had the Poison – was suspended from the next round. It would have been too cruel on any of the guys to be eliminated entirely. However, after about a dozen rounds (Rob being the Bump on the first), more guys than just myself was in danger of wearing his enthusiasm on the front of his trousers (so to speak). I managed to avoid being the Bump more than once. I got Sarah twice, facing both ways, which was pleasant, but not Rachel. The most proficient at the game was – again, no shocking revelation – Vanessa. I was lucky to get her on the Spin, and she was brilliant. She clasped her hands behind her head (while I kept mine rigidly by my side – gripping the legs of my chair, in fact) as she gyrated on my thighs. She was either very light or held up some of her weight on her legs, which would have been difficult with her knees bent and splayed. She held her face close to mine, her breathing wafting gentle puffs over my eyes and forehead, and she unabashedly rubbed her breasts against my chest. The tender abrasion of her nipples against the fabric of my shirt aroused her. I felt her breath quickening, and even her racing heartbeat through her breasts. She moaned softly and lightly bit her lower lip. She put on a performance like this with each guy she danced for, and by the end of the game she was flushed and panting. She’s quite a woman. The game was exhausting for the dancers, so we had a break before beginning the next game. The girls relaxed on cushions or on the carpet while their menfolk brought them drinks, and some towels to mop up the perspiration. They composed an entrancing tableau, like haremgirls reclining in the seraglio. Before the energy ebbed too far, Vanessa clapped her hands and called us to the next game. This involved us forming two concentric circles, male to female, face to face, arms behind the back, to pass various objects, such as a shuttlecock, tennis ball and so on (unsubtle double entendres), from one to the next. Of course, in keeping with the theme, each object was lodged between the girl’s breasts. If she possessed insufficient cleavage – as was the case with Rachel and Sarah – she had to press her shoulders forward to squeeze together what assets she had. To make it more difficult, we guys had to tuck the object under our chin, so there was lots of twisting and contorting and plenty of breast-to-chest-and-chin contact. The girls shuffled along the line to each guy in turn. Once the circuit had been completed, we males then had to transfer the objects to the females’ thighs. Believe me, pressing your face into a nude girl’s cleavage and crotch is an experience not to be missed. Considering how risqué some of the games were, it was probably a wise thing that only half the group were sans attire. There were some obvious ones we didn’t play. There was one that entailed emblazoning numbers and letters on the girls’ buttocks with lipstick; I don’t recall what the reason was. We did push the boundaries a couple of times, most notably when the ice cubes came out. While they stared at the ice with trepidation, none of the girls opted out. They took it in turns to lie on their backs on the coffee table, feet planted on the floor, hands clasped behind the head. Two guys were assigned to each, so we had two girls apiece on whom to work our frosty magic. Selections were done at random – names out of a bowl – with just enough jigging of the results to break up couples and mix up the group. I think the object of the game is clear enough. We ran the ice cubes over the girl’s body until they melted, a dozen in all for each. By the time I had finished with Sarah, my fingers were numb from the cold, so I can only imagine what it was like for her, as Tim (the other guy) and I rubbed the ice around her neck, across her breasts and over her nipples, down her belly and into her crotch. She winced and trembled, clenched her jaws to keep from squealing, began to squirm but held out until her skin glistened with the freezing water. My second subject was Kat and my second partner was Brad. Our victim never even flinched, not once. As I glided the ice over her flesh, I was impressed at how rock solid were her muscles. Although sensuously curvaceous, she has a flinty toughness that tonally matches her steely personality. When I slid my chunk of ice between her legs, I saw the tendons on her arms tighten and her lips puckered ever so slightly, but she never even blinked as I ran my fingertips through the wet matted hair (she was one the three or four girls at the party who was unshaven down there) and pushed the ice just a little bit into her crease and held it there until it had completely melted and the frigid water dribbled down the insides of her thighs onto the tabletop. Only one girl surrendered and dropped out during the entire game. By its end, nevertheless, they all needed a break. It was well after midnight by now, and for the first time a few of the couples engaged in some dalliance. No one could blame the guys for taking the opportunity for some intimate caressing and fondling, but everyone stayed in the room, and those of us without romantic partners relaxed, chatted, listened to music, drank some more. However, the pair who had the best time of it were Lilly and Jenna, who I had not realized up until then were a lesbian couple. I don’t know if they were aware of or cared about the attention they were attracting as the only smooching pair who were both naked. Oddly enough – or maybe not so odd – this was the only time that I saw Rachel embarrassed since her actual stripping. I guess it’s because of the mixed message behind CMNF. When the woman is naked and the man fully clothed, that can be interpreted as her asserting herself by expressing her sexuality in its most potent form, or it may be seen as his dominion over her. Yet because my cousin is used to being in control of her relationships – in fact of everything – I think she found the sexual dichotomy in the kissing and cuddling to be humiliating for the female, even just to watch, more so than what she had endured in some of the games we played that night. And, of course, I am somewhat ashamed to admit that it turned me on. The party continued almost till dawn. I spent as much of the remaining time as I could with Sarah, and Brad didn’t mind me moving in. In fact, he had his eyes on Rachel. I saw them talking a couple of times. At one stage, he had her in that classic wolf and prey position, she backed up against a wall, he standing up close, leaning on the wall with one hand to support himself and to keep her from escaping. Without her clothes she looked so meek and vulnerable that I was tempted to intervene. But the inner Rachel quickly reasserted herself. As he bent forward to murmur into her ear and his free hand moved in the direction of her chest, instead of shifting laterally to extricate herself via the open side, she ducked under his outstretched arm and came up behind him. She whispered something which caused his eyes to bulge and his jaw to drop before heading for the drinks table. He followed her, his metaphorical tail between his legs. Naked or not, my little cousin is formidable. Almost everyone stayed right to the end. When the first couple left, around three in the morning, it was interesting that the girl gathered up her clothing and retired to one of the bedrooms to get dressed. On their way out, the pair lingered a while, and she looked distinctly uncomfortable being the only female in the room who wasn’t nude. And as the front door opened and the cold air swirled in, the women closest to it shrieked and took shelter behind the nearest male. When the party finally broke up, the dozen remaining girls all took their clothes to the bedroom. It seemed to me a peculiar expression of modesty after all which had transpired. However, they took a considerable time to get dressed and I presume they were talking about their experience. I heard laughter loud enough to penetrate the closed door and negotiate the long corridor, and deduced that they were talking about us guys. When they emerged, Vanessa alone was still naked. Rachel and the others actually appeared self-conscious as they rejoined us in the living room, and that’s when it occurred to me that one-sided nudity is as not just about raw sexuality (and yes, the pun is intended). Clothing is not just a covering for our bodies; it is a symbol of what we are in relation to each other. Rachel shivered, clapped her hands and rubbed her arms as we stepped out into the chilly pre-dawn air. A faint golden glow was beginning to disperse the darkness on the eastern horizon. She hadn’t drunk any alcohol for several hours and was completely sober. But we were both tired and didn’t say much as she drove me back to my place. The next time we saw each other, about a week later, neither of us mentioned the party. And we haven’t talked much about it since that night. Not a lot has changed between us. Rachel is a lawyer now. It’s typical of my extraordinary cousin that she has eschewed a lucrative career in private practice to specialize in human rights law and consumer advocacy. She’s also married. She is as sexy as she ever was, even if she’s been somewhat domesticated. We still have our family gatherings, not as frequent but always an occasion that I look forward to. My infatuation lingers, though not as strong as it once was. In fact, not since the night of the party. That’s when I discovered the true love of my life.

The Confession and Re-Education of a Perfect Slut A Keeping the Womenfolk in Line by Eddie Davidson The Start of a Lovely Relationship This is when the confessions and re-education begin. Chapter 14 THE CONTINUING EDUCATION OF BARBARA “BARBIE” NICOLE CHIPMAN Written by Barbara Nicole Chipman I have rarely ever been punished in my life. I’ve done a few things wrong, but my parents are pretty forgiving, and in the grand scheme of things, the worst thing that may have happened to me was I was on restriction for a few days. That usually meant I couldn’t go out to my friends, watch T.V., and I might have some extra chores. It had never been as intense as what my brother just talked my parents into accepting. I don’t even know how he did it. The more I reflected on that scenario, the more I realized that I think a part of me believed Joe wasn’t play-acting. I wanted to masturbate more than ever. My panties were soaked now. I wasn’t horny because I am an insatiable nymphomaniac all of a sudden. I think I just wanted a quiet time with my brother to let myself decompress from what we just did in front of my parents. There had been so many first today. They weren’t all great either, but most of them were. I was still uncertain about my feelings about him giving me to Duncan. I know we talked about it, but I didn’t want him to get so bored with me that he wanted to give me away. Joe had written into the rules before we had this conversation that I’d have to spend time with my family doing whatever they wanted. At the time, I thought very little about that requirement. I often spend time with them, but usually, it is something we both agree about. I knew he was motivated by his desire for them to see some benefit in my training, and they may be more willing to overlook some of my new behaviors. When he told my parents I’d be required to spend time with them, it started to sink in that he might just give me to them the way he had Duncan. I would never suggest he would give me to them sexually. What I mean is that my sister is a chatty Cathy who can talk a mile a minute. If she had unlimited access to me for a full hour, it would become more than just a little annoying. My little sister loves rainbows, kittens, unicorns, One Direction, BTS (the Bangtan Boys), Barbie dolls, dancing, ballet, ponies, cheerleading, and all sorts of silly girl stuff. I used to be into all of those things too but never as obsessively as my little sister can be. Now, I was walking upstairs to ask to borrow her clothing and politely inform her that I’d be at her disposal to do whatever she wanted at least once a week. I wondered what my sister would think about that. She may not even want to hang out with me anymore. She’d be hanging out with this other girl her age who rides our bus a lot. “Hey Sis, it’s me, Barbie,” I knocked on the door. “C’mon Barbie,” I heard giggling in her room. She wasn’t alone. I opened the door. The little girl she’s been hanging out with non-stop for the last few weeks was in her room. They were putting on make-up and dancing around, looking at themselves in the mirror. She introduced her friend as Marilyn. Ariel and Marilyn looked quite a bit alike. They were both petit and had long blonde hair. Right now, Ariel had hers pulled back and braided into a single tight ponytail like JoJo Siwa. They both were starting to develop breasts and were both very shapely and athletic. Marilyn was also a member of the Junior Varsity cheer squad like my sister. They were both cute girls just having a giggle-fest in front of a lighted make-up mirror hanging out. I didn’t want to interrupt my sister, but I was expected to obey my brother, and there was nothing I could do to delay any longer. My sister’s room is immaculately organized. The best way to describe it is to imagine it as a collection of the girliest things you can imagine. She has Dollhouses, lacey pillows, stuffed animals, doll babies, flowery-things, silky-things, glittery-things, purple things, pink things, purple and pink polka dot things, mirrors, ornate dressers, jewelry boxes, posters on the wall – all the classic girl stuff. My sister’s chore is to clean up her room. She seldom does, and because my mom spoils her, she ends up cleaning it up for Ariel. Now, no matter whose chore it would actually have been, it was MY chore to do. I was NOT looking forward to that part of my new life. I’d agreed to be naughty and subservient, but I really didn’t want to deal with the mountain of crap my sister left lying around the floor while she flitted around playfully. “Omg! Joe is such a jerk! He put you on restriction?” Ariel immediately empathized with me. I felt bad for making my Master look like a demanding jerk. That was never my intention. He had to be the bad guy in that scenario. “You heard everything?” I said. “That you have to do MY chores and hang out with me?” Ariel grinned like a ninny. She could seem like an angel, but she had a mischievous streak a mile wide. I knew she probably wanted to rub my nose in it, but she seemed genuinely sympathetic at the moment. “I wish my Dad would make my sister have to obey ME!” Marilyn joked. She was wearing hot pink shorts and a little black top. They were pulled up around her hips and gave the impression she had a massive camel toe indentation in the front. Mom would have flipped out if Ariel ever wore something like that around the house – I wondered what she would think of me in it. I knew Joe might like it if I could find something like that. “I don’t have to OBEY Ariel,” I clarified for my sister’s friend’s benefit. I only obey my brother and that was my choice! “Yeah, but you have to do whatever your brother tells you! Trust me, if my brother could tell me what to do, he’d make me do all kinds of dirty stuff!” Marilyn blushed. She didn’t know the half of it, Barbie thought to herself. “Well, I am sure Joseph will be fair,” I replied like I was just getting used to the idea for the first time. “Joe even has you calling Joseph now! What if he expects ME to do that too?” Ariel got a little flustered and agitated. “Well, don’t make the same mistake that I made with the laundry, and you won’t have to find out. Listen, he is waiting for me downstairs, and you probably heard that I need to find an outfit to change in. I hate to do this to you, but I need to ask to borrow something I can jog to the store in?” “I can’t believe that lug is making you jog!” my sister started pulling clothes out of her closet and throwing them down on the floor. “Hey, hey, I am the one who has to clean all that up,” I reminded her. “I know, that is why it sucks to be you!” My sister continued throwing stuff on the floor and pulling things off their hangers. Her friend and her giggled at my expense. They were not being sadistic – they were just goofing on me, and I knew that. She eventually came up with some long pink yoga pants with gold glitter lines down the sides. They would have been short on Barbie anyway. They were tight-fitting but hardly sexy, and the glitter made them impractical as something to sweat in. I texted my brother a picture along with the message “panties on or panties off?” “Yuck, and definitely off. Find something a little skimpier,” he texted back. “Do you have anything else?” I asked as I looked through my sister’s stuff. She was smaller than me, and most of her stuff would be skimpy. My mom shops for her just like she did for me, and most of it was super cutesy. She had a pair of aqua colored shorts that might have been perfect if they didn’t have a picture of the characters from the cartoon “Adventure Time” across the butt. It’s hard to look sexy in those. I had no problem changing in front of my sister. I took my shirt off and kept my panties on for the moment. I wondered how my sister would feel when I took them off to put whatever shorts or jogging pants I was going to wear on. I started to try on a few things to make sure they would even fit on me. Lycra is very stretchy, but even it has its limits when it was bought for someone shorter than you. Beggars can’t be choosers, and the shorts would have to work. I texted a picture of them to my brother, and he didn’t like those either. “Who are you texting those pictures to?” Marilyn got nosy. “My boyfriend,” I lied as I wiggled into the tight little pair of shorts. “Hey, my sister has panties just like those!” Marilyn noticed the caption right away on my panties. I’d almost forgotten that I had them on. I took a chance and asked if her sister was Becky Simmons. “Yeah, those are Becky’s panties? Why do you have them?” “I asked her to loan them to me today.” It made sense that Marilyn wasn’t at the trailer when we visited Dylan the day before. She was probably at my house at the same time. It may seem like an impossible coincidence but remember that Sebastian is a small town. My sister and Marilyn are on the same J.V. cheerleading squad and have similar interests. They ride the same school bus, and they look almost alike. “They are so funny! It won’t lick itself,” Marilyn cracked up as she read the caption. My little sister turned pink and blushed when she thought about it. “She must really like you to loan you her panties. I would advise you not to lose those!” she said. I tried to make the shorts work for me, but they looked absolutely absurd. I felt like Big Bird in my sister’s cartoonishly girly clothes. “You could wear my outfit,” Marilyn was a little bit chestier than my sister, and her clothes looked good. “What would you wear home?” I asked. “One of Ariel’s Hello Kitty outfits,” Marilyn smiled. She apparently had her eyes on a pink ensemble. My sister aid it was cool that she and Marilyn traded clothes all the time. Marilyn was wearing thong-style panties but no bra when she slipped out of her outfit. That didn’t surprise me because the tank top she had on was incredibly sheer, and bra straps would be hard to hide no matter how she wore it. “See if your boyfriend likes this?” she said as she handed me her clothes and stood in front of me in her panties. Her tits were like two puffy ant-hills, and her areola made up almost half of the freshly budding mounds on her chest. I snapped some photos of her clothes, and my brother texted back a thumbs-up emoji. I held up my thumb, and Marilyn cheered. It was obviously validating for her to have some other girl’s boyfriend like her outfit. I stepped out of my panties and started to put on Marilyn’s short-shorts. http://p.upskirtvoyeurpics.com/xx/87/645_Camel_2_GF.jpg “Whoa, you are going out in my shorts without panties?” Marilyn snickered. “Yeah,” I blushed. I pretended like that was normal. “Look in the mirror,” Marilyn pointed to a full-length show mirror that my sister had. She loved to look at herself, and for good reason – she was cute as a button. She looked a little like a young Anna Sophia Robb. I definitely had camel toe –if you could call it that. I did not have the same single line cleft that Marilyn was sporting. You could see the bulge of my clit through the outfit. I assumed in the shorts might even be sheer enough that a person could see the outline of my ass crack in the back. They were certainly tight enough that it felt that way. “Mom is going to flip that you are going out in that,” my little sister warned me. I hoped I could dash out of the house in what I had on without her noticing. I balled up the panties I’d been wearing in my hand and thanked Marilyn. I asked them both if they were going to homecoming. “Nobody asked me,” Ariel lamented. I doubted my mom would let her go anyway. She only recently let me go, and even then, she wanted to make sure I was not out on my own with some random boy. I would have to stay at the dance and come right home afterward. That was even BEFORE my brother volunteered to chaperone me. “Yeah, I had a couple boys who wanted to go with me, but they were all perverts,” Marilyn got dressed in my sister’s outfit. “Well, maybe I will see you tomorrow? I want to try out for cheerleading. Do you girls think you can help me join the Varsity squad?” I asked. “You have never cheered in your life, and you want to walk on to the Varsity squad as a Sophomore?” my sister rolled her eyes at how impossible that was. I may as well have asked her to help me win American Idol and become a superstar. “Yeah, fuck those stuck up bitches” Marilyn cussed. I wasn’t used to hearing my little sister say dirty words, and I assumed her friend would be just as squeaky clean as she was. Just glancing at her, it was hard to believe she was Becky’s sister. I could see it now in their blue eyes and similar features. Becky was rougher around the edges, though, and Marilyn looked like the typical All-American girl next door, just like my little sister. “You should be a Cheerio!” “What is a Cheerio?” “Big hole in the middle, and you love to eat them?” Marilyn said with a naughty look on her innocent face. My sister blushed and explained that Cheerios was the unofficial nickname of the J.V. squad. “Yeah, I’d love to help you join Cheerios! It is a no-cut squad, and there are not a lot of us, so the bar is pretty low, sis! You could come to try out during lunch tomorrow if you want!” I was surprised my little sister gave up her lunch to do cheerleading. She said she always did. “How do you think we keep these slender figures?” Marilyn smiled and ran her hands down her lithe little body. I was reminded of how my brother said he sacrificed to do athletics, training, school work, and chores. I realized now my little sister did as well. “Yeah, I would like that! Thank you! Really! For everything! Both of you! Tell Becky, I said hello! Maybe I will see you at your house sometime?” I told Marilyn as I headed for the door. “It’s not a house. It is a trailer. Y’all have a swimming pool, working air conditioning, and it isn’t asses to elbows here. You each have your own private room! I don’t know why you’d ever want to come to my trailer, but I am not there unless I have to be!” Marilyn sounded sassy and said that last part with a much more pronounced southern accent that sounded so much like her older sister and Aunt that there was no mistaking them for relatives now. She warned me that it may freak me out a little at her house. “I’ve been there already,” I said. “And you still want to come back?” She laughed as I left the two of them and dashed down the hall. I was trying to make it past my mother before she could catch me, leaving in this outrageously tiny pair of running shorts and a loose little top. I slipped on my sneakers at the door because I had yet to destroy those in the laundry. Joe was waiting impatiently for me at the door. He was already dressed out in running shorts and a tank top. He had almost as few clothes on as I did, but what he was wearing looked very natural on his athletic physique. “Oh absolutely no way, Barbie!” my mother was hovering around as if anticipating I might try to leave dressed this way. She seemed to materialize out of thin air. “Hey, Ariel is much smaller than Barbie! You can’t expect a perfect fit. We’ll run straight to the store and be right back, Mom. I won’t even let her wear this home if that is the problem,” Joe assured her, sensing that his mother was going to have a conniption. “I have a housecoat you can put on over that,” My mother ignored Joe. “It’s scandalous! I can’t believe that Ariel would wear something like that either. What kind of mother would I be if I let Ariel OR you leave the house like that” “Actually, it belongs to Marilyn. I borrowed it from her, and she is wearing something of Ariel’s home,” I said. “I could go back and tell her that her mother isn’t fit and ask for something else,” I said. Joe chided me for talking back to my mom and said that we were running out of time. “They are just shorts. It’s not that big of a deal.” “Oh, I adore Marilyn! Isn’t she wonderful? She’s just a living doll! I didn’t mean anything about her mother. I’ve asked her to let me to speak to her so I can arrange for Ariel to go over to her house sometime! But Marilyn always says her mom is tied up. She must be incredibly busy!” my mom said. “It’s a small world because the boy that is taking me to Homecoming is her older brother, Dylan!” “That is a small world. He must be a nice boy if he is related to Marilyn. I actually feel a lot better about that now. I hope I can meet their mom and dad soon! It might be nice to invite them over for dinner!” my mother mused. I wasn’t sure if I could even contemplate what kind of epic catastrophe that might be. Joe grabbed my hand and led me out the door. “I’d love for you two to stay and talk, but Dad expects me to get her new clothes, and I don’t want Barbie to miss a day of school tomorrow. So unless you want her going to school wearing what she has on, let us go! I promise straight there and right back! It’s almost dark, and we won’t talk to strangers, okay?” Joe was obviously joking about that last part to lighten things up. “Well, don’t dilly dally!” my mom tried not to look directly at my bottoms. My brother set the pace, and I ran slightly to the right of him and in front. I didn’t pay attention to the cars or people walking their dogs through my neighborhood. We were just starting down Essex Lane and had a lot of distance to cover, so my brother told me to conserve my energy as this would be a long distance. “Panties?” Joe asked as we jogged along our street. I showed them to him. I was holding the panties tightly wadded up in my left hand. “I like the shorts you have on! When we get to the end of the street, I want you to ball those panties up and push them all the way into your pussy!” he said. I thought at first he was joking, but he was quite serious. “That’s for forgetting your protocol half-way through the talk with Mom and Dad. It was like you wanted to get caught. You kept calling me Sir. I thought you were going to call me, Master!” “I am sorry, Master! You basically got them to agree to just about everything in your rules. I am surprised you didn’t suggest it!” I smirked as we ran together. “Do you think I could have made them agree to let you eat only leftovers from the floor?” he seemed to be half-joking. “Yucky, would you really make me do that, Sir?” I asked. “Your rules say you will be trained as a pet. How do pets eat?” he asked. “On the floor, Master!” I answered. “Harlan’s girls were told they had to eat leftovers. They seemed more concerned about that then they were having to get on the floor naked and wink their assholes in front of us. I’d imagine it is a good test of your willingness to submit to me if you had to eat something you find yucky.” He made a good point. “Don’t worry, I’d make sure there was plenty of protein in your meal!” Joe touched his dick through his own shorts. His suggestion made my mind wander. There were so many variables that even knowing his expectations, I still had apprehension building in me about what was to come. I wanted to know what he would make me do next around the house. I wanted to address what had happened earlier today again. I smiled at him as we ran together. I tried to match his great strides and keep pace with him. It was already difficult. My brother has been training as an athlete all of his life, and I only run when I have to during P.E. I knew he was going slow for my benefit. I tried not to pay attention to the odd glances and occasional honked horn as perverted old men noticed me bounding down the sidewalk in my short-shorts. Chapter 15 “Your choice was that you wanted me to push you, Barbie. I asked you right at the start if you knew what you were suggesting, and you told me you needed me to push you because you couldn’t do it yourself. That is when you made your choice to be my slut. I’m looking out for you, and I’m forcing you to face your fears. You agreed, and I said once you did, I would hold you to it. You ARE a slut – my slut, and I’m very proud of you for making it through the bus ride, sis,” Joe assured Barbie, and she felt his praise all the way to her toes. At the corner, they stopped so that Barbie could follow Joe’s instruction and stuff the panties into her cunt. Barbie still had the panties in her hand. “I know what you want me to do, Master, but have you considered yet HOW I’m going to do what you ordered? You explained what you wanted, and you reminded me of why you want me to push them up inside my pussy, but does it matter how they get there?” She asked, causing Joe to look at her in confusion. “Just push them up inside! What is so difficult about that? He asked. “I’m sorry, Master, I wasn’t clear. We’re at the corner, and I’m willing to do what you said even though it won’t be comfortable. The question is, can I hide in the bushes, or am I supposed to just try to do it right out in the open before anyone notices?” Joe was impressed that she’d asked that. He hadn’t thought about the mechanics of how she’d get the panties inside herself, just that she followed instructions. The fact that she was asking meant that she was learning not to take things for granted. There weren’t all that many people around, but it wasn’t a ghost town either. Several horns had blown their approval of her outfit already, so it wasn’t like they were being ignored. “Here will be fine,” he smirked, watching for her reaction. He had expected her to balk at the idea of following instructions right out in public. Barbie steeled herself and summoned all of her courage. She was about to do something so outrageous Barbara would never have dared, but Barbie would do it enthusiastically on command. Her delicate little hand dove into the front of her shorts after a quick look around to make sure no one was watching. She couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t be seen. It was broad daylight in the suburb just next to the trailer park. Anyone could be watching from their window. A car could be just about to turn down their street! The shorts were tight on her, being clearly meant for someone much smaller. There wasn’t enough stretch left in them for her to even get her wrist into the front of her shorts. Barbie quickly changed tack, thinking she could stretch the leg hole to the side to get at her pussy. There wasn’t enough stretch left to accomplish that either. With a nervous look of panic and a few false starts, while she waited for the perfect moment, Barbie peeled the overly tight shorts right off her hips and down her long legs. She remembered to bend at the waist to get the shorts past her knees before they became loose enough to fall to her ankles. Shaking one foot was enough to get the leg hole off one ankle, and she quickly spread her legs and, with some effort, opened herself up enough to start frantically shoving the panties inside herself. Joe saw that Barbie’s pink pussy was not dry. Even as she publicly pushed the material into her cunt it became wetter and wetter, allowing her easier access. Cars passed them while Barbara was bottomless on the sidewalk. Her legs spread, forcing the tiny ball of material into her channel. Most only had a driver inside, and they were ignored, but not all drivers were oblivious. One full car of young guys honked its horn, and cheers were heard from the passengers as Barbie followed her brother’s instructions, flustering her even more with their attention. Joe had thought it’d be maybe one second of work, but it took much more than that to accomplish his instruction. Eventually, she was able to frantically get her shoe back through the leg hole of the too-small shorts and wiggle them back up her legs and back over her hips again, all the while making cute little noises of frustration and consternation. Barbie clearly didn’t want to be half-naked in public. “Oh my gosh, Master. I did it!” Barbie was very proud of herself even though she looked like she’d just run a marathon. “It feels so weird!” “Good girl, Barbie. Now come on, we’re losing time. We’ve got clothes shopping to do, and your little show made me horny. I hope you appreciate that now I’m going to have to jog with a boner after that little display. The things we do for our little sisters,” he said with a smile to show he wasn’t really angry with her or care that his dick was hard. “Sorry, Master. I did it as quickly as I could. Do you want me to suck your cock again, so you don’t have to run while as uncomfortable as I am?” Barbie asked, not sounding like she meant to compare her discomfort to his. “How do they feel? Does it feel better wearing panties again, even if they’re on the inside?” He smirked. “It feels weird! Like I’m stuffed or something!” She admitted it was creating a sensation that was making her wetter and wetter. “You know you fucked up so many times with mom and dad today that I lost count,” Joe said conversationally once they started jogging again. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll do better in the future. And I’m sorry I got angry with you this afternoon, too. I could have refused to let Duncan finger bang me. I could have refused to suck his dick. But you knew I wanted to even though I didn’t know it. It’s why you’re my Master and not anyone else, even if you make me call someone else, Master. Please just promise me again you’ll tell me if you really do want to give me away for good.” “You’re MINE, bitch! You’ll know if I get sick of you long before I kick you to the curb. Your job is to please me so I DON’T get sick of you. But you’ll please me by enthusiastically pleasing those I give you to as well!” “I’ll try to be a better slut from now on, Sir. What can I do to prove my loyalty and make up for today?” Barbie asked, surprising Joe. “You won’t try, slut. First, you’ll get that silly idea out of your head. You’ll DO, not try. When I say it pleases me to see you make my friends happy, you WILL make them happy, not merely try. You succeeded with Duncan and you made him happy on a lot of levels even though you don’t know him. THAT makes me happy. Seeing you be the slut you were born to be makes me so happy. I don’t know why. I didn’t know it would until yesterday, but now I am elated and excited and alive! Everything is new. Everything is different. What doesn’t please me is watching you break a bunch of rules because you think you’re better than everyone else or that the rules only apply when you want them to apply. “If you tell me to suck one of your friends, it’ll really make you happy, not jealous?” Barbie asked, realizing that jealousy was something she hadn’t seen at all on Joe’s face when she’d talked dirty to Duncan and when she’d let him finger bang her right next to her brother. Joe didn’t reply. He let his sister work through her thoughts and feelings while jogging next to him. “I’m yours, Master. I want to prove I am, and I want to make up for my mess-ups with mom and dad,” Barbie finally admitted. “Will you punish me so I don’t forget so quickly that you only want what’s best for me?” Barbie puffed quietly while she jogged. “I mean like one big punishment to make up for all the ways I let you down today. It’d help, I think,” Barbie admitted quietly. “Then I’ll let you choose your punishment,” Joe finally said after more thought. “How does a slut prove to her Master that she’s his property?” Joe asked cryptically. “I already offered to suck your cock, Master. I’m not sure what else I can offer right now.” “There’s half a world of cock, Barbie. I like to know you’re mine even when you’re sucking on a strange cock. It pleases me to know you’re doing it for me and not for your own selfish gratification.” “So, you want me to suck one of your friends off again?” Barbie asked in confusion. “It’s not like they’re just walking around out here waiting to get their dick sucked by your sister!” Barbie laughed. “No, they’re probably not. But there aren’t many straight guys who would mind a chance to get head from you,” he admitted. “So you want me to suck a stranger’s dick? I will if that’s what you want,” Barbie promised her brother. “Is that really a punishment for a slut?” Joe grinned, loving the idea of Barbie’s head bouncing up and down on a stranger’s cock because he’d told her to. “The punishment would be in making YOU find the dick to suck. Not choosing one but cold-calling one. The next-dick-you-see, kind of dick. See that man walking his dog towards us on the other side of the road? Stop and offer to suck his dick.” “I can’t do that!” Barbie’s eyes bulged at the suggestion. “No, you mean you aren’t really ready to make amends for your screw-ups,” Joe corrected her. “But I am! I’m just no good at talking to strangers, Master!” Barbara corrected. “Don’t tell me what I mean, Barbie. You just cross the road and tell the guy you want to suck his dick. Just like that. No chatting or thinking how you’re going to seduce him. Ask the question and see how he responds.” Joe’s smile was gone. He was all business now, taking his role as Master training his slut very seriously. Barbie bit her lip, knowing her Master was right. She wasn’t being told to make small talk with a stranger. She was being told to offer her slut mouth for sexual gratification, for her Master’s enjoyment and her own punishment. The worst he could do is refuse, she admitted to herself. Barbie looked both ways before stepping off the curb and jogging in a diagonal line across the street to intercept the man walking his dog. “Excuse me, sir, do you have a minute?” She asked when he was within hearing range. She knew she needed to speak loudly enough, so Joe, pausing across the street, would hear. The man looked her up and down, appreciating her outfit and trim lines. If Barbie had looked down at herself, she would have seen the staining that was beginning to show around her cameltoe. Barbie was wet enough that her juices were soaking into her borrowed shorts. “Yes, Miss?” He replied. “I was wondering if ... Ummm ... can I suck your cock, please, Sir?” She finally managed to ask. The man smiled then frowned, wondering if he’d heard correctly. “Sorry, I think I misheard you. What did you say?” “May I please suck your dick, sir?” She asked again, her face burning in shame. “Get on with you, girl!” The man thundered, jerking his dog’s leash and stepping around her, mumbling something about kids and pranks and modern-day muggers. Barbie turned and watched the man continue down the street. She’d done what Joe had told her, fully prepared to suck her third ever cock. She hadn’t expected to be turned down, and that was every bit as embarrassing as asking had been. She held her hands up to Joe in a ‘what now’ gesture. The sidewalks were almost entirely empty. Not too many people walked out of necessity in this town, Joe realized. That man had been walking his dog. Although there were a few cars taking their occupants home from work, there weren’t many people just walking about, killing time. Joe looked further down the street, and in the distance, he finally saw a construction worker. The worker had his colorful vest on and maybe a lunch pail in his hand. Even from this far away, it looked clear to Joe the guy seemed to have just finished a long, hard, hot day. Joe pointed. Barbie looked, then returned her stare to him with a look that said, ‘seriously’? Joe began jogging again. Barbie kept pace with him but on the far side of the road until the man was close enough to talk to. “Heeey, Chica!” The man’s face lit up with a smile. Barbie didn’t even need to open a dialog. “Hello, Sir. Would you like a blowjob?” She asked bluntly, he features once again heating up. “Jess, please! From joo?” He asked, grinning widely. He had to be their dad’s age. “Come! Step into my office,” he said without missing a beat as if young girls always bothered him with offers of blowjobs. They were near a low brick wall that separated the street from what was once maybe a residence but was now a vacant lot. He just stretched out his hand, while the other covered his stomach as if he was the doorman at a fancy hotel indicating that the lady should precede him in clambering over the low, waist-high wall. Barbie glanced at Joe and saw him smile, before doing as the Mexican construction worker had suggested. He nimbly followed her over the wall as if he scaled walls like that one, a hundred times a day. Behind the wall was trash that had blown up against the barrier over a very long period of time. The construction worker ignored it and stood on it like it was a carpet, then leaned back against the wall, with his back to the road, setting his pail down on top. He then looked Barbie up and down again. “You one fine puta,” he said pleasantly. “Well, hoory up! Is not going to suck itself!” He laughed, probably thinking he was calling Barbie’s bluff. Barbie crouched down and reached for his fly. “You won’t get it out without undoing the belt and popping the botton,” he instructed helpfully. When Barbie did what he said, glancing up at him occasionally, she saw that he was happy to have his bluff called even if they were right outside with the occasional car going by. She knew that from here, she was hidden from the road but that there could be someone watching from the house behind her. The thought made her even more conscious of what she was about to do with a stranger. The construction worker had a cock that was shorter than Joe’s but much thicker. Barbie had never seen such a beast before. To be fair, Barbie had only ever seen two other cocks live, but she had seen her share online. This one was unique, though, in that it belonged to someone who’s name she didn’t even know. He was a man - an adult man. She’d only ever been with teenagers. This man had never laid eyes on her before. She was putting his sweaty cock in her mouth. It got hard for her so fast! She hadn’t even fumbled with it for a couple of seconds before the uncut cock was fully erect. It smelled terrible, too! The construction worker had clearly spent a lot of time outside today, sweating hard. Barbie almost changed her mind. It was just too gross! But Joe had said not to try, to DO. “Joo like? Make me like now, haha!” The man said. “Hooray up puta. I have to get home,” he added after another second. The cock really stretched her mouth open, and Barbie had a hard time opening wide enough that her teeth didn’t scrape it on its way in. As soon as she had it past her lips, the man took over. With his hands behind her head to hold her on his cock, he simply face fucked her while she spluttered and held on for the ride. This man wasn’t looking for a long, sensuous blowjob. He wanted to get his nut as quickly as possible, maybe because he knew he was outside, and he couldn’t afford to get in trouble. He arched his back and unloaded in Barbie’s sucking mouth within two minutes, pumping squirt after squirt into her while holding her head so she couldn’t escape the blasts if she’d wanted to. After the last weak squirt, he pulled her head backwards, smiling as a string of cum clung to the tip of his dick. He just wiped it onto her cheek then pushed her further back. “I don’ know your game puta, but I’m not paying for it. Be gone, you little tease!” He said, immediately dismissing Barbie. Barbie, blushing brightly, held his cum in her mouth and scrambled back over the fence then across the road to Joe. Joe watched the man finish adjusting himself, then using one hand on the low wall, nimby jump back over, pick up his pail, and continue on his way as if nothing had happened. He didn’t even look in their direction as if utterly uninterested in where Barbie had gone. “Thee Mather, I goth it,” Barbie said proudly, holding her mouth open for Joe to see the man’s cum on her tongue. “Keep it in your mouth while we run, slut. I want you to swish it around like mouthwash. Show me again when we get to Goodwill,” he instructed. The Mexican’s cum tasted bitter and spicy and not at all like either Joe’s or Duncan’s. Much nastier. But it was cum from a stranger that she’d procured on her own without her Master forcing her to. Barbie wanted to rub herself even more, now and her nipples were so hard under her top that they ached. It wasn’t helpful that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits bouncing under her loose top were really beginning to torment her as she jogged along to the right and just in front of Joe so he could watch her butt jiggle.

The Election by FunKelly "HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO GET ELECTED" The Election. Part 1 My name is Amber. I am a eighteen year old student at the "Oregon Academy of the Progressive Arts". The school is a small academy in rural Oregon, specializing in the subjects of 'Progressive Arts and Literature'. The academy is basically a one year continuing education program, for students that need an extra year between high school and college, to decide where best to pursue their basic interest and education. There are only five classes available at the academy. 1) Poetry. 2) Introduction to Novel Writing. 3) Journalism. 4) Painting and Sketching, along with, 5) Theatre. Both the 'Painting' and 'Drawing' classes included sessions of 'Life Modeling', and the theatre productions, more often than not, include full nudity. Each class had a maximum of thirty pupils. After 150 students had been enrolled for the year, the registrations were closed. Most of the students were from different areas of the country, but some were local. Many chose 'The Academy', because their conservative parents couldn't understand their liberal world views, and needed to create some space between themselves and their parents. Many just wanted to attend 'The Academy' to experience the liberating freedom of such a progressive, non-judgmental atmosphere, while deciding what was the best career path for them. Having a full extra year, allowed many of the students, the time and opportunity, to also explore their sexual identities. I was enrolled in the Journalism program by my own choosing. I wanted to be a free-lance journalist and travel the world, but needed to take some time to assess my opportunities, while focusing on my future in journalism, and the academy seemed the best place to do that. I arrived at the academy in late August, as did all of this year's students. Some today, some tomorrow, but all by the end of the week. 'The Academy' has only five buildings on the six acre campus, surrounded by miles of Oregon's forests, and six miles from the closets small town. There is the main building, which housed the administration office, the six main classrooms, art and theater studios, along with the cafeteria, auditorium and several social areas, for both the students and faculty. Two of the other buildings were the co-ed dormitory room buildings. The academy had a separate building where it housed many pre-constructed venues, for extra curricular activities and workshops. The sixth building was the gymnasium, used mostly for recreational purposes, I.E. basketball, volleyball, school sponsored dances, and so forth. The campus was so intimate, yet you always had this feeling that there were possibilities of a much larger experience. I was checking in at registration, when I caught sight of a 'Notice' that read, "Anyone interested in running for "STUDENT BODY REPRESENTATIVE", must have their application submitted to the Dean of Students, Miss Sanchez, no later than Thursday morning at 11:00 a.m." I inquired about the notice, so the academy administrator, Carla, who I would later find out was a student at the school six years ago, but never left, offered to explain the duties of the 'Student Body Representative' to me. After a long and tedious summation of the role of the representative, I rushed to my own conclusion, and decided, "It was simple!" The person who held the position was simply the liaison, between the student body, and 'The Academy'' administration personnel and faculty. I was the 'Senior Class President' of my high school back home. Granted, my high school class had only sixty eight students, but I figured the experience would make this position a cakewalk, if I was elected, I decided. The application was three pages of what I thought, was repetitious mumbo jumbo, so I started to sign the bottom of the third page, when Carla said, "Amber. Perhaps you should take this back to your dorm room, and read it before you apply". I ignored Carla's advise, signed my name to the application, thinking, "I got this", then said, "Wish me luck Carla", as I took some academy brochures, and a full color, 100 page special edition, "Oregon Academy of Progressive Arts", introduction magazine, and headed up to my dorm room to unpack and get settled in. I was unpacked, and had made myself a comfortable little sanctuary, on my side of the dorm room, knowing my roommate would not be arriving until the next day. I was having a few cocktails, mixed with some liquor I had packed in my luggage, along with some soda, I got from a school vending machine. I sat back in a comfortable chair, one of two that were provided with the room, then started going through the high quality, full color 'Academy Magazine, I had picked up earlier. I was mesmerized, as I scanned through the pages of the magazine, which displayed fully nude students, in a variety of situations. Everything from full page color photos of life model classes, both indoors and out, to photos of the fully nude actors, performing in some of the theatrical productions, on the stage in the school auditorium. There were even photos of individual students, totally naked, right there in the hallways of the school, while everyone around them were fully clothed. I always wondered how people got themselves into those situations, as I spent hours looking at "Only One Naked" and "Nude in Public", websites at home, while I fantasized about what it would be like. I went back to page one, and started reading the magazine, cover to cover. The first few pages were an introduction to 'The Academy', and it's available course studies, including photos of classroom activities and general day to day events, as you would expect from any higher learning institute. It wasn't until I turned to page six, that I realized how progressive the academy truly was. Right there, among several other photos, was a picture of Carla. She was stark naked! I couldn't believe my eyes, as I studied the photograph. There she was, totally naked and just sitting there among seven other fully dressed students, in some sort of a focus group, looking as casual an nonchalant, as if she were fully clothed herself. She was sitting in a chair, her feet about a foot and a half apart, leaning over a bit as her elbows rested on her knees, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her size "C" breasts were in an unobstructed view, and you could even see she had a clean shaven pussy. I spent countless hours visiting my favorite "OON" and "NIP" sites, but now I had met a woman, who must have experienced the 'Shame' and 'Humiliation', that must have to ensue, when one has been put in such a vulnerable situation, regardless of how it came about. Under the photo was a caption, that read, "Carla celebrates her birthday at 'The Academy', wearing only her 'Birthday Suit' in 2015". I was absolutely stunned! At the bottom of the page was a paragraph that read, "Although it is not required, students and staff at the "Oregon Academy of the Progressive Arts", are welcome to celebrate their birthdays in the nude, if they so choose. How special it is, as you go through your daily routine, to have everyone wishing you a, "Happy Birthday", without you having to announce it. Students are invited and encouraged to enjoy this long held tradition, on 'Their' special day.".....The only thought that was running through my mind at that moment was, "My birthday is November 6th, and I'll be nineteen years old", as I felt myself becoming completely aroused and moist, between my legs. Everyone has had that dream where they are naked, and no one else around is. More often than not, I wake with two fingers inserted into my pussy, when I have that dream. I then let my imagination run wild, as I masturbate myself to some of my most satisfyingly orgasms, but never would I have imagined that I would be in a place where it is not only permitted, but encouraged. My first instinct was to get naked and read the rest of the magazine, but I was compelled to go back to the administration office, and see Carla. All I needed was some reason to return. Some reason. Any reason. I know! The election! The Election. Part 2 Each dorm room has their own 1/2 bath with a sink and toilet, so I quickly brushed my teeth to get rid of the smell of alcohol, then headed back down to the administration office. It was Monday afternoon about 2:00. I knew based on the posted schedule I saw earlier, Carla would be there until 4:00. When I arrived, Carla was taking care of some other students who were checking in, so I waited out in the hallway, until she was alone. I entered the office after the others had left, trying to come up with a single question concerning the election, but my mind was blank. You'd think I would have had a dozen questions, but I was so distracted by the idea about being naked among others who were fully clothed, I couldn't think of one. I approached the counter, still trying to come up with a believable question concerning the election, when Carla said, "Hi Amber. Back so soon?" I cleared my throat as I fumbled with my thoughts and my words, then finally mustered up the question, "About the election ?" Carla looked at me and said, "Amber. We'll get to your questions about the election in a minute, but first tell me why you're really here". I was unable to respond, when she leaned across the counter, and said, "You saw my picture on page six of the magazine, didn't you ? I noticed you took a copy with you earlier". My eyes became wide open, as I shook my head, "Yes". Carla, enthusiastically continued, "Girl! Let me tell you. IT WAS A RUSH !" "Amber. You know that dream we all have about being naked, among a bunch of people who are dressed?", she asked. I again nodded my head "Yes", wondering how this woman seem to know what I was thinking. "Well girl, let me tell you, in real life the experience is so much more intense and exhilarating, than you could ever have imagined. It's much more humiliating and ignominious too, but it's worth it. When you are standing there totally naked, in an environment where everyone else around you has clothes on, yet they all seem to be oblivious to your nakedness, or at least pretending to be, you feel utterly exposed, totally humiliated, somewhat empowered, and extremely vulnerable, all at the same time. It is such an extraordinary sensation". Carla looked at me, as she continued to promote the gratification and fulfillment, of participating in such a taboo indulgence, like being 'The Only One Naked' in a crowd." Amber, my first time was on my 19th birthday, October 5th, 2015. and classes had only been in session for five weeks. There had been several students who celebrated their birthdays in this tradition, both male and female, before my birthday came around. Some were at ease, while others seemed apprehensive, yet decided to try it anyway. Most were pretty relaxed and comfortable in their nakedness by the second or third hour of their adventure, and all remained nude for the entire day, not willing to cut short the euphoric feeling, regardless of the complete shame and humiliation that came with it". "Speaking from personal experience", she continued, "The anxiety and nervousness that you feel when you first step out of your dorm room into the hallway, wearing nothing but your birthday suit, soon gives way to feelings of stimulation, exhilaration, and most important, a strange sense of confidence, that can only be realized by engaging in such a socially unaccepted activity. Well...Unaccepted elsewhere, but not here. It's encouraged here. When everyone starts wishing you "Happy Birthday" when they see you're naked, you feel so special. I really like this job Amber, but I 'Love it!' on my birthday. Having people walk in, see me naked and say, "Oh, happy birthday Carla", is such a rush. When I'm behind the counter, people can only see my tits, so I usually find a reason to come around from behind the counter, so they can see my ass and pussy as well. Like I said, "It's a Rush!" "Now. About the election", Carla continued. "First....If your application is accepted, and you become a sanctioned candidate, you will be notified by the 'Dean of Students', Miss Sanchez. Only two applications will be sanctioned for the election. Second....You must use the academy website to campaign during the election process. It is also the best platform available to the candidates, to present their positions, on an array of subjects, listed on the website's "Student Body Representative Election" tab. Amber. You must get yourself familiar with that section of the academy's website. Third....There are 150 students at 'The Academy' each year, therefor you must receive a majority of 76 votes to win". I paid close attention, as Carla continued giving me the election procedures. "The election takes place at 1:00 p.m. on the 4th Tuesday of September, in the auditorium. The two candidate will be seated on either side of the stage, while Miss Sanchez will monitor the event from her podium at center stage. Both candidates will have only three minutes for their final campaign message, then they take their seats as the voting process begins. Votes are not anonymous, rather each student will have a pre-assigned number chosen in advance by lottery, along with a blue peg, supplied by 'The Academy'. They will come up on the stage in order, with their blue wooden peg. There will be two peg boards on the stage. One placed next to each of the candidates. The peg boards are numbered from top to bottom, ending with the the number 76. The students will then approach their chosen candidate, and cast their vote by placing their peg, into the next available numbered hole in the peg board, of the candidate of their choice. The first candidate to have all 76 holes in their peg board filled, wins the election, and the office of "Student Body Representative", and all of the benefits that come with the office". I thanked Carla for explaining the the election procedures, but felt it better not to ask about the benefits she mentioned. If I was chosen as one of the two sanctioned candidates, I figured there would be time to find out what she was referring too. I was leaving the office when Carla said, "Amber. Here", as she handed me a sealed envelope. "What's this?", I asked. "It's just a photo copy of your application", she replied. "We're required to see you have your own copy. It's no big deal", she casually replied. "There are thirty eight students checked in now, Amber. Why don't you have a look around, and I'm sure you'll meet some new friends", Carla said, as she returned to her work in the office. "Thanks, Carla", I called out, as I left the office. After exiting the main building, I made a bee-line back to my dorm room, anxious to get back to reading the academy magazine. Each dorm building had three floors. Each floor had 13 dorm rooms, a laundry room, male and female showers and a general gathering room equipped with a big screen T.V. and vending machines. With two students to a room, each building could house 78 students. My dorm room was on the third floor of building "A". As I ran up the stairs to my floor, I was planning on making another cocktail, stripping the clothes of my 5'4", 115 pound physique, playing with my size "B" breasts and run my fingers through the well trimmed brunette pubic hair on my pussy. That was until I noticed something outside, from the window of my dorm room. At first I was just curious about the other students attending 'The Academy'. I saw two female students standing out on the grass, as three guys and another girl were approaching them. One of the girls was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and setting up an artist's easel, while the other, smaller girl was wearing a large men's T-shirt. It looked as though that was all she had on, but the shirt came down to her mid thigh, so I figured she must have some short shorts on underneath it. The other four students reached the two girls, and were apparently introducing themselves. By the way the girl in the jeans was pointing around to different buildings and areas, I assumed she was giving the new-comers the layout of the campus. The smaller girl was also talking with the three guys and the girl, when all of a sudden she pulled the T-shirt up and over her head, leaving her standing there "COMPLETELY NAKED!". The girl was standing out on the lawn of the campus, talking with her friends and what I presumed were new students and total strangers to her, "COMPLETELY NAKED!" I couldn't believe my eyes! I watched as the six of them talked for another five minutes, then the four went on their way, as the smaller girl struck a pose on the lawn, while her friend in the jeans, started to draw her figure on a pad placed on the easel. I was Just about 3:00 p.m. I quickly made a cocktail, as I thought about how casual and nonchalant the naked girl was during the entire encounter. I was soaking wet. The Election. Part 3 I picked up the academy magazine and immediately turned to page 6, so I could once again study the naked photo of Carla, while coming to terms with this most unusual of traditions. She appeared so exuberant, yet uncommonly at ease and completely content, as she celebrated her 19th birthday totally naked, at the academy. I then turned to page 7 of the magazine. Sitting in the chair, I started to read the magazine, while keeping one eye on the self imposed naked life model outside my window. The next ten pages of the magazine were dedicated mostly to the promotion of the academic values of 'The Academy'. Stories and testimonials from academy alumni, along with photos of students in class rooms, work shops, etc. were strategically compiled to advance the academic benefits and progressive ideas, of 'The Academy'. There seemed to be an underlying theme that proselytized the ideas that hard work, along with personal self expression, combined with a total lack of inhibition, could help one succeed in their life's endeavors. I looked out my window to see the little girl who was posing naked on the campus lawn. She was still naked, and not displaying the slightest trace of humility, as other students passed by, while some stopped to chat. Feeling sexually aroused, as I watched her, I turned to the Academy Magazine. That's when I realized the magazine was chronologically organized. First was the 'Attitude' of 'The Academy', followed by the 'Mission' of 'The Academy'. After the mission was a section dedicated to the first official holiday of the season. Halloween! Six pages! Yes! Six pages were dedicated to the holiday of Halloween! The pages were filled with photographs of the holiday spectacle, as it was celebrated at 'The Academy' in recent years. There were at least thirty students who had chosen the option of 'Body Paint' verses a real costume, to celebrate the holiday. Both male and female (mostly female) students stood naked on sheets that were spread out on the gymnasium floor having their naked bodies painted by others, while students and faculty members were on hand, simply as spectators of the event. Some students had already received their body paint, while others were being painted, yet still others were standing there totally naked, waiting their turn to have their Halloween costumes painted on their bare skin. The scene depicted in the dozens of photos located in the six page segment of the magazine, seemed so erotic to me, yet all those student choosing to attend their classes on Halloween, wearing nothing but body paint, appeared so carefree, if not completely indifferent to their circumstances. Their costumes came in an array of designs and colors. Some had super hero uniforms painted on them, while others chose everything from painted English ivy or floral patterns to musical notes painted in plain black. There was even a mermaid. The paint was applied in many different levels. Some were completely covered from head to toe, while others had such a small amount of body paint, they may as well have just spent the day in the nude. If you can imaging it, these students had it painted on their naked bodies. The accompanying article explained how students and faculty members wore costumes on Halloween during the day, and had a party in the gymnasium that evening. The gymnasium was open and ready for the body painting event at 6:00 am, so students could all be painted and in their respective curriculum courses by 9:00 am. The captions below the photos were worded in such a casual manner, as they described the images, you would think that public nudity was a completely socially accepted practice anywhere and everywhere. However, as much as it was actually promoted at the extremely progressive academy, it wasn't accepted in most of society. I had planned on reading the magazine from cover to cover during the afternoon, but as 4:00 was approaching, I decided to take a shower and explore the campus. By the time I was finished with my shower, I looked back out my window. The one girl was still stark naked, standing on the grass and obviously no longer posing, while her friend seemed to be gathering her art supplies. The naked girl had 'Zero' urgency to cover up her naked little frame. ZERO! I was trying to come to grips with her casual attitude about her public nudity. Yes, I have masturbated many times while fantasizing about myself in a 'Nude in Public' or 'Only One Naked' scenario, but that's in my fantasies, not in the real world. I had put my bra and white cotton panties on, then chose my favorite yellow sundress for my campus exploration. As I was putting on the dress, I noticed the two girls on the lawn outside my window, were now interacting with several other students. The smaller girl was now holding her T-shirt, but making no attempt to put it on. All I could think was, "I hope I can develop that kind of courage or insouciance, whichever it was she possessed, before my birthday on November 4th. I so wanted to be able to celebrate my birthday in the nude, now that I knew it was not only permitted, but encouraged. I also wanted to actually know how it feels to be naked in a public venue, but never thought I could get myself to go through with it. I looked at myself in the mirror, then finished my cocktail. I wasn't drunk, but had a nice buzz. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the girl outside my window had inspired me, I didn't know. All I knew was that I reached up the back of my dress, unclasped my bra, slid the straps over my arms and let it fall to the floor. I picked up the bra and through it on my bed, then slipped my feet into my sandals and left my room, before I changed my mind. It was not as if my small "B" sized breasts would really be noticed, but I felt somewhat liberated and a bit naughty, as I made my way down the stairs to the first floor of the dorm building. I crossed paths with several other students, as we all were getting familiar with our new surroundings. I neither pushed my chest out to reveal I was not wearing a bra, nor did I suck it in, out of fear that someone might notice. "I was at the most progressive one year continuing education academy in the state of Oregon. I could go without wearing a bra if I wanted too", I said to myself. By this time, the naked model girl had put her T-shirt back on, and was walking toward the door of Dorm Build "B" with her friend. Knowing she had nothing on under the T-shirt seemed so salacious to me, that I felt my nipples getting hard. I was now past Dorm Building "B", heading towards the main campus building, when I started feeling slightly exposed, and concerned someone might notice my hard nipples against the thin material of my yellow sundress. I decided to walk across the lawn towards the gymnasium in order to avoid others, until my nipples relaxed a bit. I made it to the gymnasium without running into anyone and walked inside to see the location where the Halloween body painting event would be held. The gym seemed deserted, so I made my way around, picturing myself being totally naked and having my body painted, as over fifty clothed spectators were watching. I walked to the shower area at the far end of the gym, just to check it out. My investigation came to an unexpected conclusion. There was only "ONE SHOWER AREA!"...."ONE"....One very large co-ed shower area! On either side of the hallway through the double doors that exited the gymnasium floor, were two doors. One on the far right and the other on the far left. One led to the men's locker area, and the other to the women's. I entered the lady's room to find toilet stalls, sinks and lockers. I then went through the door that lead to the showers. While checking out the shower area, I noticed there was another door on the other side. I cracked the door open and peeked into the adjacent space, and realized I was looking into the men's room and locker area. The male and female students must be expected to shower together if they were participating in the same event, like volley ball or basketball, I surmised. I couldn't believe it! I searched the lady's area for another shower location, but there was none. There was only one shower area for both sexes. I left the shower area, no longer wondering how progressive this academy really was. It took the idea of 'Progressiveness', to a whole new level. I was both shocked and intrigued, as I made my way along the opposite side of the gymnasium, from the side I had entered. Half way down the gym floor was a ten foot break in the row of bleachers. That's when I was startled by a male voice, that said, "Hello". I turned to see who was there, when my eyes fell on the most ethereal embodiment of a mortal, I had ever seen. "Hello", he repeated, as I was unable to respond, only ogle his perfect form. The young man was standing on a yoga mat, wearing nothing but a skimpy little rainbow colored speedo. His skin was olive in color, and his physique perfectly toned, but not like some grotesques body builder. He didn't have any visible stubble of hair on his body, except for the adorable black curly locks on his head. His smile could only be described as captivating, as he was in what I would later find out was a triangle yoga pose. "I'm Elliot", he said. "I would ask you if you're new here, but we're all new here", he continued, as his smile had me melting in my sandals. I was spellbound as I gawked at his perfect form, standing there with feet spread apart and arms held straight from his sides, wearing only the tiny speedo and a pair of studded earrings. His flip flops were placed neatly by the bleachers, and I noticed there were no other articles of clothing around. Elliot must have come to the gym wearing nothing but the tiny speedo and carrying his yoga mat. I was transfixed, as he confidently held his pose, waiting for me to respond. The Election. Part 4 After a moment of awkward silence, Elliot asked, "Do you have a name?", as he leaned to his right, touching the floor with his hand, but not moving his feet or bending his knees, only bending at the waist, during the difficult yoga exercise. I don't know why, but I was the only one of us that was embarrassed. He was totally relaxed and self-assured wearing only that tiny rainbow speedo, while I stuttered, then finally was able to mumbled the name, "Amber". "Well Amber. Have you ever tried yoga ?", Elliot asked. Desperately trying not to stare at his scantly covered manhood, I replied, "No". "You should you know. It's an amazing way to de-stress and find your inner self", he said, now leaning in the other direction. "Maybe sometime", I replied. "Why not now?, he asked. "Now? I can't try yoga now! I'm not dressed for it", I asserted. "Sure you are", he replied. "Just remove your dress, and I'll show you some beginner stretching exercises. It's very therapeutic", he went on. I'm not taking off my dress", I insisted. "Besides. I'm only wearing panties under it". "So. I'm only wearing this speedo", he responded, taking a break from his yoga to walk over to me. Knowing Elliot was gay, made me worry I might succumb to his suggestions, more so than if he were straight. As he came closer, I got flustered and turned towards the door of the gymnasium that I had entered, and said, "I have to go", then headed for the door. It was not Elliot I didn't trust. It was myself. In truth, I wanted to kick off my sandals, pull off my dress and stand before him wearing only my panties, which were drenched by now. I wanted to feel his hands on my almost naked body, as he helped me into the beginner poses he had mentioned. Not only would I have not minded him noticing the large wet spot on my panties, from the excitement of seeing him in that tiny rainbow speedo, but I don't think I would have cared if he had mentioned it. I was soaking wet between my legs, and had to get out of there, before I surrendered to my own sexual urges. I ran for the door, calling out, "I'm sorry Elliot. I have to get back to my dorm", as I exited the gymnasium and made my way back to the safety of my dorm room, relieved that my roommate was not due in for two more days. I kicked of my sandals, pulled my sundress off over my head, then pulled down my saturated white cotton panties and stepped out of them. I laid on my bed and proceeded to masturbate to the idea, or fantasy if you like, of Elliot wearing only his rainbow speedo, while giving yoga instructions to a fully clothed class. I of course was the naked model, demonstrating the poses for the class. In my fantasy, Elliot had me take the most provocative poses in all of yoga, often inviting the class to come close up to see and understand the individual posses and their restorative benefits. All I knew was the mixed emotions of shame, humiliation and sexual stimulation, were intoxicating. After I had worked my pussy to a most satisfying orgasm during my fantasy, I had to remind myself it was just that. "A fantasy", and not something I should truly desire, or pursue to actual fruition. By this time, it was barely a few minutes after five, and I was bored. I made my third cocktail of the afternoon, and downed it quickly. I then put on a clean pair of panties, stepped back into my sandals and put my yellow sundress back on, leaving my bra on the bed. I was leaving my dorm room, on my way to the gathering room on our floor, so see if anyone else was around. As I walked out of my room, the door of the adjacent dorm room opened. Their standing in the hallway was that gorgeous specimen of a man, Elliot, still wearing nothing but his tiny rainbow colored speedo. Oh Amber", he said, displaying his beautiful smile. "Aren't you the shy one", he continued. I looked at him with an expression of apology, and said, "I'm sorry I just ran off like that, Elliot. I come from a small mid-western town, and this is all kind of new to me". "What's kind of new?", he asked. I replied, "You know. People celebrating their birthdays by spending the day, and attending their classes in the nude. Earlier, there was a girl modeling for an artist totally naked, right out in the open on the campus lawn". Unable to pry my eyes from his crotch, I paused to carefully choose my words, when Elliot interrupted and said, "And me walking around in just my swim suit ?" Elliot looked down at his own crotch area, and said, "It's what I always wear when I go the the beach, pool parties, or when I'm practicing yoga. Does it offend you?" "No. No!" I exclaimed. "I think you look fantastic!", sounding a little too exuberant. Elliot smiled again, and appeared to be blushing a bit. What he would suggest next, would have me breaking barriers I thought would never be broken. "Lift up your dress", he instructed. "What?", I asked. He repeated his request, "Lift up your dress". For the life of me, I have no idea why I complied, but I lifted my dress, exposing my panties. "Aaahhh. White cotton panties. You are a mid-western, small town girl", he said. "Well, 'Mid-Western Small Town Girl', how about you escorting this 'West Coast Liberal Yoga Instructor' to the garden and green houses out back, so I can pick come fresh tomatoes?", as he held out his arm in true gentlemanly fashion. I let go of the hem of my dress, and took Elliot's arm, as we both felt a new friendship blossoming, then headed for the garden area. We passed several other students on the staircase to the first floor, no doubt unpacking or just settling in, yet Elliot remained completely unfazed. On the way to the garden, we must have passed at least twenty other students or faculty members, yet I didn't observe a single facial expression displaying disapproval, or even the slightest bit of curiosity. I was amazed! Elliot asked several questions about me, and my life back home, seemingly in an attempt to truly get to know and understand, the young girl in the yellow cotton sundress. During our walk to the garden, Elliot learned I was at 'The Academy' to study 'Journalism', and I learned he was there to study 'Theatre'. We entered the largest of three greenhouses on the well manicured compound, to find a woman in her mid to late forties there. "Good afternoon Elliot", she said. "Hello Sarah", he reciprocated, as she walked over to us. "Nice to see your dressed, Elliot", she said, with a bit of tongue in cheek irony in her tone. "Who's your girlfriend?", she asked. Before Elliot could respond, the woman looked at me, and said, Yesterday, while I was taking my daily walk back to the stream, that flows along the back border of the campus, I found this young fellow, stretched out on the grass, sunbathing completely naked. I can attest to the fact that his entire body is clean shaven and without the slightest trace of stubble". I stood there stunned that Sarah announced her observation, but not surprised that Elliot was completely clean shaven all over his entire body. He just laughed, and said, "You're just trying to embarrass me, Sarah". "Elliot", she replied. "I don't think you can be embarrassed. Now, what can I get you dear ? Oh, and don't tell me. You'll need to put in on your tab, assuming you don't have your wallet tucked in there, anywhere", as she blatantly stared at Elliot's speedo. "You're the best, Sarah", Elliot said, as he made his way through the greenhouse to pick out his tomatoes. Sarah watched Elliot, as he walked away, and said, "He's such a sweet boy, and a dreamboat too". "Dreamboat ? Dreamboat ? Who uses that word anymore?", I thought to myself, as Sarah turned to me. "So. What is your name sweetheart?" "Amber", I replied. "Well Amber. Elliot arrived last week, and has been coming here morning, noon and evening to get his fruits and vegetables. He's definitely taking care of that magnificent body of his", she said. It seemed so weird that a woman of Sarah's age, was so enamored with Elliot's physique, but I could not disagree with her assessment of his physical attributes. The Election. Part 5 Sarah returned to a small antique wooden desk placed in a corner of the greenhouse, near the entrance. It held an antiquated cash register, along with what appeared to be some sort of old ledgers. I on the other hand, was focused on Elliot, as he made his way around the greenhouse. I watched as he walked up and down the different isles of the warm and humid space, meticulously studying the fruits and vegetables, before choosing which ones to purchase. His perfectly toned butt cheeks were stretching the fabric of his tiny speedo to its limits, as my second pair of white cotton panties were becoming damp. While in Elliot's company, I felt constantly aroused, yet somehow relaxed and at ease, at the same time. I made my way over to where Sarah was standing behind the antique desk, but didn't instigate any further conversation between us. It was obvious that we were both captivated by Elliot's almost naked physique. He walked up to the antique desk, and showed Sarah the items he had chosen, so she could keep an accurate tab of his purchases. She counted each of the fruits and vegetables in Elliot's brown paper bag, then made a record of the purchased items, in one of the old ledger books. Elliot and I turned to head back to our dorm building, when Sarah said, "Just a moment young man!" Elliot and I stopped in our tracks. I was petrified, yet Elliot seemed strangely aware of what was about to happen. He walked up to Sarah, and asked, "Yes Sarah ?" She pulled out the waistband of his tiny speedo, then looked down at his penis, and said, "Just making sure you're not steeling anything". While Sarah was still holding out the waistband of Elliot's speedo, he casually asked, "Do you see anything that belongs to you Sarah ?", never flinching for a moment. Elliot was full of confidence, as he looked Sarah in the eyes, waiting for a response. "SNAP!". Sarah released the waistband of the rainbow colored speedo, and said, "Put some clothes on and come back and pay off your tab". Elliot leaned over, kissed Sarah on the cheek, and said, "You know I will. Sarah...You're the best", he repeated, as he rejoined me, and we headed back towards the dorm building. Witnessing Elliot's casual demeanor towards Sarah, as she was obviously using him for her own sexual stimulation, made me appreciate his uninhibited attitude concerning his manhood, not to mention his willingness to engage in public nudity, no matter where he was or who was there. You talk about conviction in one's beliefs! This striking young man had both confidence and conviction, towards his personal inclination to be naked, or almost naked in public. As we walked to the dorm building, I was completely taken back by the nonchalant attitude people seemed to have concerning public nudity, yet I was the one who had chosen 'The Academy' for their progressive ideas. I found myself increasingly self-conscious with the idea of being naked in front of clothed people, no matter how much I fantasized about it. Elliot and I walked passed some other students on our way back to the dorm rooms. There were some guys, but mostly female students, who waved and called out, "Hello Elliot". He waved back and acknowledged them, out of what seemed to be common courtesy, but appeared to be preoccupied, as we continued to walk across the campus lawn. We were only steps from the front door of our dorm building, when Elliot turned to me, and asked, "What do you say I run these (referring to the fruits and vegetables) up to my room, and we go down to the stream ?" I looked at Elliot with a bewildered expression, when he continued, "There's a nice place where the stream widens to an area large enough to take a swim. I love going there. In fact, that's where Sarah found me sunbathing". Before I could respond, Elliot said, "Wait here. I'll be right back", as he went into the dorm building, ran up the stairs to his third floor dorm room, to drop off his fruits and vegetables. He returned in less than a minute, grabbed my hand, and said, "Let's Go". I blindly followed the gay man, wearing nothing but his rainbow colored speedo, across the campus lawn and to a trail that led to the area he had spoken about. When we arrived, Elliot jumped right into the water, and called out, "Come on in, Amber". I looked at him, and said, "Elliot! You know I'm not wearing a bathing suit!" "So. Take of your dress and swim in your panties", was his response. I looked at him, and asked a question I already knew the answer to, but had to hear it from him. "Elliot. Are you gay?" He replied, "Yes. Is that a problem for you?" "No", I replied. "I just don't understand why you are always trying to get me to take off my clothes, especially since we barely know each other". His reply would have me searching for my own personal identity. "I'm not trying to get you to take your clothes off, Amber. I'm trying to help you let your inner persona out in the open". I looked around, kicked off my sandals, pulled my sundress over my head, and jumped into the water wearing nothing but my white cotton panties. Elliot asked, "Well how does it feel?" "Cold", I replied, as I stood up in the shallow water, exposing my erect nipples. "I figured you didn't shave your pussy", he said, while laughing and laying on his back in the water. I looked down to see my cotton panties had become practically transparent in the water, revealing my brunette pubic hair. "Elliot!", I complained, fighting the urge to cover my almost naked body. Knowing Elliot would only take advantage of my shame and humiliation if I showed the slightest bit of modesty, I stood there on display for him, feeling like I had taken a giant step towards my own self assertiveness. After our swim, I put my dress on over my wet body, divulging that there were only two articles of clothing keeping me from total nakedness. I tried to slow walk on our way back to the dorm building, hoping the damp dress caused by my wet body, would dry enough to keep me from being exposed to others at the school. As we neared the school, we were stopped by a female student who said, "Hello Elliot. Enjoy your swim?", then turned to me, and said, "Hi. I'm Caroline", as she smiled. I replied, "I'm Amber", returning a smile. She was on her way almost as soon as she appeared, and Elliot and I went back to our dorm rooms. The next two days, while the rest of the students arrived and settled in at 'The Academy', I focused on the school's history, class curriculum and the duties of the Student Body Representative. I was determined to prepare myself, if I were chosen as one of the two candidates, to run an aggressive but fair and friendly campaign. Having enrolled in journalism, I knew the position may gain me access to areas otherwise not available, which might be helpful with my studies. With Thursday being the opening day for classes, I spent most of the next two days, either in my dorm room preparing, or getting to know the entire campus intimately.

The Election by FunKelly The Election. Part 19 As we made our way back to the main campus building, Miss Sanchez asked me, "Have you decided who to have in your 'Representative Cabinet' yet, Amber?" "My cabinet?", I asked. "You really didn't read a single word of the application before signing it, did you?", she responded, in a disappointed tone. I just looked down and shook my head, "No". "Well Amber. You need to choose a 4-member cabinet to help with your representative duties. You can pick anyone you want, but I would suggest choosing cabinet members that are from different areas and cultures. The diversity of your cabinet will assure that many customs and heritages are fairly represented". I immediately thought of Eliott and Kim, not just because they were my friends but because where they were from. I was from the Mid-West, Eliott was from the West Coast and Kim was from Japan. Choosing these two would allow us to represent several different cultures. I just had to figure out who should fill the remaining two cabinet positions. As we made our way to the main academy building, Emma walked up to me, and said, "Amber. I'm from Vermont, which prides itself for being liberal and progressive, but your performance today takes the cake". "Vermont!", I thought to myself. If I asked Emma to be part of my cabinet, I would have the Northeast section of the country also represented. Emma immediately accepted when I offered her a position on my cabinet as did Eliott and Kim. I needed to choose on more member for my cabinet, but who? Just then, Allen walked up to join us on our way back to the main campus building. During my interview with Allen, I had learned he was from Florida. Having the Southeast of the country represented as well, made perfect sense to me, so I asked him. He also agreed, so my four-member cabinet had been chosen and was now complete. Two males, two females and most of the country plus Japan, were now represented. This all took place while I was walking with Miss Sanchez, right after she had rescued me from the utter humiliation of the episode with her brother Jose, his co-worker Chet along with dozens of academy students. Miss Sanchez asked me to join her in her office as we entered the main campus building. I followed her in. but must admit I felt a bit nervous as she closed the door behind us. She told me to take a seat while she explained to me the requirements of the office I had just been elected to hold. Feeling ashamed I had not read the application before signing it, I sat in silence as she said, "Amber. I have little doubt you will perform your duties as "Student Body Representative' with great distinction and merit. As you have already been told, you are required to attend all academy sponsored and official events in the same attire you were wearing when the winning vote was cast". I started to squirm in my seat as she continued. "I would imagine after today; you will have little issue with that requirement, with the possible exception of two academy sponsored events. Our "Open House" and "Parent's Nights". I was squeezing my thighs together as she expounded on the two events. "The "Open House" will be held next Friday here at the academy. Anyone who chooses to attend is welcome. The event runs from 12:00 noon until 5:00 pm. You can expect at least one hundred of the locals will come and tour the campus. I'm going to be honest with you Amber. Most who attend are curiosity seekers who come for one reason, to see the level of dress our newly elected 'Student Body Representative' will be in. You will be expected to be professional and cordial to our guests, even though you will most likely feel somewhat awkward if not outright embarrassed. Remember you represent 'The Academy" as you conduct several tours of the facility along with Carla. "YOU MEAN I HAVE TO CONDUCT TOURS OF THE CAMPUS IN THE NUDE? TOURS FOR A BUNCH OF PEOPLE WHO ARE ONLY HERE TO SEE IF I"M NAKED?", I blurted out. Miss Sanchez calmly replied, "Yes Amber. You would have known this if you had bothered to read the application. And besides, Carla will be with you the entire afternoon, most likely wishing she was the one who was naked. She's such a little exhibitionist, isn't she?", she asked. "I don't care if Carla is an exhibitionist. I'm not! What did I get myself into?", I thought to myself, still squeezing my thighs together. Only 11 days until I was expected to display my naked body to an audience of curiosity seekers, while giving campus tours and attempting be appear professional. Who could possibly do that? "Parent's Night" isn't as bad, Amber", Miss Sanchez said, "It's held in the first week of November and far fewer people will attend. Many of our students come from some distances, so their parents will not make the trip. It's usually only the students whose parents live within two hours, who will attend, and the event only lasts for two hours". Miss Sanchez finished instructing me on both my duties and what I can expect during the school year. I made no attempt to persuade her to lessen my humiliation during the upcoming evets since I was the only one at fault for putting myself in this situation. As I left Miss Sanchez's office, my friends were all waiting to give me their support or to parade my naked ass around 'The Academy'. I wasn't sure which. Maybe both. The rest of the day went much as you would expect for a girl with a required state of public nudity, imposed on her. I took what seemed like hundreds of selfies with both the students and faculty members and made my way around the campus buildings thanking the students for their confidence in me. Even though the sensation of absolute vulnerability never really subsides when you are 'The Only One Naked', the constant awareness of your public exposure and sense of utter humiliation does become somewhat diminished after a few hours. I continued the remainder of the day in the nude, attempting to imagine myself fully clothed like those around me were. I finally made it back to my dorm room about 10:00 pm. Kim had gotten back only moments before and was waiting for me to return. I closed the door and leaned back against it, let out a sigh, then noticed Kim was getting undressed. Her tiny little frame was so adorable, yet her mature and somewhat naughty attitude made her seem to be somewhat of an enigma. She stripped completely naked, folded her clothes neatly placing them on the bed, then turned to me, and said, "You must need an orgasm, Amber. I will help you", with a confident tone in her voice. She took me by the hand and led me to my bed. I won't divulge the details of our sexual encounter, but I will say this, "I slept like a baby that night, despite the overwhelming sense of shame I was feeling". The next morning, I woke early and went to the showers before anyone else was up. I wanted to take a shower alone, without having my naked body exposed to anyone, even the girls who lived on our floor in the dorm building. After I was dressed and ready for the day, I peeked out of my dorm room door to see if anyone else was out there. The coast was clear, so I made my way to stairway and started to walk down when I ran into Emily on the landing. Emily was an acquaintance who lived on the second floor of our dorm building. Afraid she was going to bring up my public pubic hair removal episode, I gave her a glance, said "Good morning" and started to continue on my way when she said, "Amber. Do you have a minute?" I stopped, turned towards her, then waited for the inevitable questions or comments, relating to my degrading election day performance. To my surprise, Emily said, "Amber. I have an idea for some activities for those students who do not go home for the Thanksgiving Holiday". The sincerity in her voice and facial expression almost brought me to tears. I immediately replied, "Emily. I'm heading to the cafeteria for breakfast. Why don't you join me, and we'll discuss your ideas", I said, as we made our way to the cafeteria. Emily's idea of having the students who remained at 'The Academy' during Thanksgiving weekend, make a big feast then celebrate together on the auditorium stage, surrounded by many large projector screens with live Facetime interactions with their families was brilliant. The cafeteria started filling up with students, yet no one looked in my direction, or at least no one with an expression that would reveal they intended to bring up my public humiliation from the day before. It was as if the previous day never happened. Emily and I worked together on a format to provide a Thanksgiving Day celebration that would make those commemorating the event at 'The Academy' feel involved and engaged, rather than alone for the holiday. We agreed on a place and time to meet again, then I made my way to class. All the way there I was anticipating the many different viewpoints I would receive about my salacious, if not obscene election day behavior. I was so nervous; I may as well have been naked again. Other than some congratulations and a few comments about my body from some of the guys, the class resumed much as it had been before. I was thankful for that. In fact, everything at 'The Academy' started to feel normal. Almost no one commented on my election day performance other than to commend me on my win. I would be paralyzed with fear when someone would approach me, only to find they had an idea they wanted to share with me. I started to realize I was the only one who seemed to think my election day debauchery was inappropriate. The next week went along fine, and I kept my cabinet up to date on the suggestions I had received from the students. We were scheduled to have our first official cabinet meeting in a room off the hallway outside the cafeteria the following Thursday. The nine days leading up to my first cabinet meeting went by quickly, and there were quite a few subjects to discuss on the agenda. The meeting was to be held at noon, lunch time, so we would not miss too much time from our classes. The five of us gathered in the meeting room and started to get down to business when Miss Sanchez walked it. I assumed she was there to encourage us, since this was our first official meeting. I could not have been more wrong. "Amber. This is your first official cabinet meeting, is it not?", she asked. "Yes Miss Sanchez", I replied. "Well, I don't believe that is the proper attire for an official academy event", she said, as she looked me up and down. "You mean", I started to ask, when she said "Yes. Now remove your clothes Amber", she replied, in a stern tone while holding her hand out, waiting for me to disrobe and hand her my clothes. I couldn't believe this was happening as I removed my sneakers and socks first. My cabinet members were obviously enjoying my predicament, as I removed my T-shirt and shorts next. Standing there in just my bra and panties was even more embarrassing than election day, if you can believe that. I handed the two articles of clothing to Miss Sanchez, as she nodded for me to continue. I hesitated at first, but then removed my bra and panties and handed them to her, knowing she had no intention of letting me off the hook. She then looked down at my pussy, now covered with the shadow of re-grown brunette pubic hair stubble, and said, "I see you forgot to remove everything for your first official meeting". With that, she left the room, saying, "I'll be back in an hour to return your clothes Amber", as she walked out the door. With the door to the meeting room being made of wood with glass on the upper half, I immediately sat down, crossed my legs, placed my notebook on my lap, and said, "Let's try to get back to work people", knowing my tits were on display for my four-member cabinet along with anyone walking by in the hallway. I started the meeting off with Emily's Thanksgiving Day idea, knowing we had only six weeks until the holiday. I felt we were actually accomplishing something when Carla walked into the room, holding a small bowl of water, a hand towel, shaving cream and a razor. I looked up at her, and said, "You can't be serious". She just replied, "Miss Sanchez insisted, Amber". "You mean I have to shave my pussy too?" I blurted out. Carla casually responded by saying, "You don't have to shave your pussy Amber, it just needs to be clean shaven". My mouth fell wide open as Eliott offered with great excitement, "I'll shave your pussy, Amber!" I turned to him, and said, "No way Eliott!" That's when Kim chimed in, and said, "Let Eliott shave your pussy, Amber! He shaves mine! He'll do a good job". I turned to her, and said, "WHAT?", in total disbelief of what I had just heard. The Election. Part 20 Kim continued with her disclosure about Eliott's role in her personal grooming, "I stop by Eliott's room on way to showers. He shaves my pussy, legs and underarms, then I go and take my shower. You see my pussy, Amber. Like I said, he'll do good job". I was dumbfounded, when I said, "That's why I never see you take a razor to the showers Kim. Your pussy is always so completely bald and smooth, I started to think you couldn't grow pubic hair". Kim replied in an irritated tone, "Of course I grow pubic hair, Amber! I told you, I am a woman!", said the 90 pound, nineteen-year-old girl, who looks like she's eleven. I turned to Eliott for an explanation when he just shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Come on Amber, let me shave your pussy. Like Kim says, I'll do a good job". Knowing how clean shaven Eliott kept himself, I had no doubt he would, but the idea of him touching my most private of female parts was unnerving. Emma and Allen joined in with Kim and Eliott, trying to persuade me to allow Eliott to do the unthinkable. Shave the pubic hair stubble from my vagina, right there in the meeting room, only feet from a hallway filled with students going in and out of the cafeteria. Carla gave me a look that could only be interpreted as, "Go on Amber. Let him shave your pussy". I finally relented as Carla handed the shaving items to Eliott, who was smiling from ear to ear. I skeptically put down my notebook and spread my legs open, waiting for Eliott to begin the degrading procedure. As Eliott moistened my pussy lips with the hand towel and started to apply the shaving cream, Kim knelt down on the floor to my left, getting as close as she could without interfering with Eliott. Emma and Allen also made sure they had a good view, as Eliott continued on with my humiliating ordeal. Carla just smiled and watched from her position, waiting for Eliott to complete his undertaking, so she could collect the shaving items and return to Miss Sanchez with the news that I was in compliance, no doubt. Eliott was just starting to run the cold steel blades of the razor across my pussy lips when the door opened, and Emily popped her head in. She said, "Oh..... Hi Amber. Forgot to shave your pussy for your 'Official Cabinet Meeting' I see. Are we still on for 4:00?", she asked, seemingly unfazed by what she was witnessing, and making no attempt to retrieve her phone for a few quick photos. I just sat there in horror and nodded, "Yes". "Good. I'll see you then", she said. "Clean her up good Eliott", she added, as she walked away. Before the door closed completely, I heard her say, "Amber forgot to shave her pussy for her meeting, so Eliott's doing it now". I almost died of embarrassment and anxiety, as I realized the students in the hallway now knew what was going on in the meeting room, and I was powerless to conceal my shame until Eliott was finished with his task. Carla reached over and locked the door but there was no blind, so the students in the hall made their way to the door to take their photos of me in this most compromising of positions. Of course, those in the room made sure whoever was looking in through the glass from the hallway, had an unobstructed view of my naked body as Eliott took his sweet old time shaving my pussy, Not knowing whether to smile and wave or just hang my head in shame, in an attempt to appear like I was focusing on the job Elliot was doing, my decision was made for me. One of the female students I knew banged on the glass, and said, "Amber! Smile!", as she started taking her pictures. I smiled and waved to one student after another as they took their photos, while Eliott had slowed to a snail's pace, leaving me exposed as long as possible. Eliott finally finished with the razor then took the hand towel, wet in in the bowl of water and wiped my pussy clean of all the shaving cream and stray pubic hairs. He then turned towards those at the meeting room door and gave them a 'Thumbs Up', obviously proud of his handy work as he posed for some photos right next to my wide-open bald pussy. Carla interrupted Eliott's little curtain call, and said, "Eliott. Please hand me the shaving items and allow Amber some dignity". Eliott handed her the items as I closed my legs together, much to the disappointment of the spectators still outside the meeting room door. Carla received a text message then looked at her phone. She turned to me and said, "Amber. Miss Sanchez says she's sorry for the interruption to your meeting, but you should know what's required by now. She also said that you can pick up your clothes at the main office after your meeting". "The Main Office!", I complained. "Oh, stop it, Amber!" Carla replied. "It's less than fifty feet away. Now make good use of the time remaining and I'll see you there", as she left the room with the shaving supplies. I overheard Carla say to the students outside the door, "Alright people! The show's over. Let them get on with their work and you get back to your classes". My cabinet and I were finally able to get back to work, and I am pleased to tell you we touched on every subject on the agenda and divvied up the list among ourselves. When the meeting was adjourned, I felt we had gotten off to a good start, even if I was naked with a freshly shaven pussy. Now I only had to walk about fifty feet to the main office to retrieve my clothes. No big deal, right? Wrong! I exited the meeting room with Eliott, Kim, Allen and Emma, hoping they might conceal my nakedness, if only for a short time. We walked past several students and faculty members without incident and made it to the main office. That's when I spotted Lynn and Pat from the news station walking through the main campus building doors, just ten feet away. "Oh Amber!", Lynn exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're here! And better yet, still naked!", as she signaled Pat to turn on his camera. I froze in my tracts as she continued. "My bosses back at the station were wondering if you'd be interested in doing a half hour 'Public Interest Piece' for the station? Obviously, we would only show you from the shoulders up, much as we did for your first interview. What do you think?", she asked. I must say. The televised interview on the small local T.V. station did put me in a reasonably good light, even if the viewers were aware I was completely naked, without actually seeing me that way. I said, "Wait here a minute, I'll be right back", then immediately walked into the main office to retrieve my clothes, hoping Miss Sanchez and Carla would shield me from the ditzy news reporter and her camera man. When I walked up to the counter, I noticed only my sneakers, ankle socks and panties were on the counter. I looked at Carla and said, "Where are the rest of my clothes?" She was about to reply when Miss Sanchez walked out of her office, and said, "Amber! I'm so sorry sweetheart but I spilled my coffee on your clothes. I managed to salvage your panties and socks, so I sent your T-shirt, bra and shorts to be washed. Again, I am so sorry honey. I'll be sure to have them taken to your dorm room. Eliott, Kim, Allen and Emma were all with me in the main office. I turned to Kim, and said, "Kim. Go up to our room and bring me some clothes". Miss Sanchez said, "Kim, Elliott, Emma and Allen return to your classes at once please", in an inflexible tone. My four cabinet members walked out of the main office, leaving me stark naked with the ditzy news reporter and her camera man just outside in the hallway. I looked to Miss Sanchez for an explanation, when she walked right past me and out into the hallway. "Patrick! Turn off that camera! There's nothing to film here. Lynn! I will be in touch when Amber makes her decision about the 'News Piece'. Now please vacate the premises. I promise you, Amber or I will be in touch when she decides whether or not to grant you another interview". Miss Sanchez walked back into the office and leaned against the counter looking at me. She seemed to be waiting for me to speak, but I didn't know what to say. Finally, she said, "Amber, let me ask you just one question. All through the weeks of the campaign, during the election process itself or at any time since, has anyone at 'The Academy' other than yourself, made you feel belittled in any way?" I didn't have to think about the answer. It was "No". I shook my head from side to side, indicating my answer, when she continued. "I've already contacted Mr. Harris, your journalism instructor and told him about the unfortunate accident with my coffee. He's well aware you will be attending class in just your panties and sneakers. Now get dressed and go to your class". "Get Dressed? Get Dressed?", I thought to myself, as I was putting on my panties, ankle socks and sneakers. The panties I was wearing that day were burgundy in color and a bit snug, making it painfully obvious I was wearing nothing else, not to mention exposing a bit of camel toe, as the dark color was in complete contrast to my fair skin. I looked at Carla and Miss Sanchez, took a deep breath and walked out of the main office and onto my journalism class, wearing nothing but my backpack, burgundy panties, sneakers and ankle socks. Not a word about my lack of clothing was spoken as I ran into several students on the way. They had a question concerning a petition that was submitted during the campaign. Surrounded by four fully clothed students, I listened intently as they questioned me about the Halloween Party to be held in the gymnasium in late October. The three females and one male group of students were planning on attending the party in just body paint. Since the students were allowed to wear their costumes to class that day and body paint only held up for so long, they wanted to attend their classes in the nude and get painted at the gymnasium later in the day. The request seemed reasonable given the 'Live and Let Live' attitude of 'The Academy', so I decided to return to the main office to discuss it with Miss Sanchez. As I was about to leave, one of the girls named Bethany stopped me. She said, "We really appreciate anything you can do, Amber. You're so lucky". "Lucky?", I asked. "Yeah. You get to be naked every time there's some official event. So many of us wish we could do that. I mean look at you now. I would love to walk around wearing nothing but my panties, or better yet, nothing at all". Bethany then continued. "I see the 'News Team' was back today. Do they want another interview with you? You did 'The Academy' proud in the last one", she said. I told her "Yes", but I had to think about it. "What's to think about?", she asked. "If I were you, I would let them interview me while I took them on a tour of the campus. That way some of the other students could be on T.V. too". "What a great idea, Bethany!", I replied, forgetting for a moment, I would have to be interviewed in the nude. "I've got to go see Miss Sanchez about the Halloween Party and the possibility of a second interview, Bethany. Thanks for the idea and I'll text you later with her answers on both issues. Thanks again", I said, as I headed off back to the main office. I re-entered the main office much to the surprise of Carla and Miss Sanchez. "Forget something Amber?", Carla asked. I looked at Miss Sanchez, and said, "Although I am aware I must submit an 'Official Petition' for a student's request Miss Sanchez, I wanted to discuss one idea with you first". I went on to tell her about the 'Halloween Party' request submitted on my campaign website and how I had just spoken to the students who had submitted it. After explaining the details of the petition and how important it was to these particular students, I waited for her answer. She graciously replied, "Amber. I'll make you a deal. I will give the school board a heads up concerning the request, if you are back here by 4:00 with an official petition with at least 75 signatures on it". That left me only two and a half hours I thought to myself. I immediately agreed. "Miss Sanchez, then said, "I will let Mr. Harris know you are on official academy business and other than to acquire some signatures for the petition, you will not be in class this afternoon. I thanked her and explained that although it was not my idea, I would agree to do the 'News Piece' with Lynn, as long as it is conducted while we toured the campus. Carla and Miss Sanchez looked at each other with, "Someone has become awfully brave all of a sudden", expressions on their faces. Carla offered to let me use the office computer to draw up the petition, on order to save time. I drew up the petition, grabbed a clip board and some blank paper for signatures, left my backpack with Carla and started to head out to gather the necessary signatures, wearing nothing but my panties and sneakers. I stopped to make some notes on the blank paper earmarked for signatures. I listed each class on the curriculum based on their locations in relation the main office. Novel Writing. Poetry. Journalism. Painting and Sketching. Theatre. As I was leaving the office, Miss Sanchez said, "Amber. I knew you would make a great 'Student Body Representative'. I smiled and headed for the closest class to the main office, Novel Writing. I entered the 'Introduction to Novel Writing' class and as you can imagine, all eyes fell right on me. I approached the instructor Mr. Bradshaw, as he looked over my almost naked body. "Mr. Bradshaw. I don't have time to explain but I need to speak to the class for just a minute about a petition that needs to be circulated, signed and returned to Miss Sanchez by 4:00 today. Mr. Bradshaw said, "Class. Please give Amber you undivided attention", then signaled for me to proceed. I read the brief petition out loud and asked the students to sign it. Fortunately, all 30 students were in the class that day. They all walked up and placed their signatures to the petition. I thanked Mr. Bradshaw and started to leave when he said, "Excuse me, Amber. Are you forgetting someone?" I turned to him a bit confused when he asked, "Don't I get to sign the petition. After all, I do work here". I smiled and gladly handed him the petition. Miss Sanchez specified 75 signatures. It never occurred to me that the instructors could sign it. I left the class with 31 signatures, then headed for the 'Poetry' class. The initial reaction to my arrival went much as it did in Mr. Bradshaw's 'Novel Writing' class. The instructor, Mrs. Bradley was about 30 years old and held very progressive ideas. She was more curious than shocked about my lack of clothing. I once again told her I had no time to explain and requested a short audience with her class. She agreed and I read the petition and collected signatures. Only 28 of the students were in class at the time but I got signatures from them all, including Mrs. Bradley's. Two classes down and I had already collected 60 signatures. Next stop. My journalism class. The Election. Part 21 I entered my 'Journalism' class and found out eight of the students were on assignment somewhere else on the campus. That meant I could only hope to gather 22 signatures, 23 if Mr. Harris would sign. That would get me the more than 75 signatures I needed, but I wanted the school board to see the sense of solidarity for the petition, held by the students and some faculty members. Mr. Harris and the students looked at me and started asking why I was wearing only my panties and sneakers. Since these were my classmates, I took the time to explain that Miss Sanchez had spilt her coffee on my clothes, so they were being washed. I then went on to tell them about the petition and acquired a signature from everyone, including Mr. Harris. Before I left the class with my 83 signatures, Mr. Harris gave me the locations of the other students. He then went on to tell me about our next journalism assignment. We were to be the ones interviewed this time. Notes, subject research and a written synopsis of the interview were to be included with our article submissions. Knowing I was going to be interviewed while naked by Lynn from the television station, I felt I had a good start for the project. I thanked Mr. Harris then headed for the 'Painting and Sketching' class. I entered the art studio to find Bethany posing nude for the class. Bethany saw me enter the class and yelled out, "Hey Amber! I'm more naked than you!", with a great big smile plastered across her face. Everyone turned around to see me standing there in just my panties. Miss O'Connor, the class instructor, said, "Bethany!" Bethany responded by saying, "I'm sorry Miss O'Connor. But I am!", as the students started to laugh. Miss O'Connor looked at me, and asked, "What can I do for you Amber?", seeming annoyed about the interruption, yet somehow oblivious to the fact that I was standing there in just my panties and sneakers. I did my best to explain the reason for my impromptu visit to her classroom. Miss O'Connor was very serious about her art classes but allowed me to speak to her students anyway. "Class. Let's take a small break and listen to what Amber has to say". I made my way to the front of the class and addressed the students as I had done in the previous three classes. After reading the petition, I heard Miss O'Connor say, "Bethany. Put on a robe please". Bethany started to pout as she reluctantly covered her naked body with a white terry cloth robe. The art class was full, so I took the opportunity to give the petition some enthusiastic promotion, along with a heartfelt representation of the students requesting the change in the school policy. All thirty students were lined up to sign the petition as Bethany and her friends all gave me a 'Thumbs Up'. When it was Bethany's turn to sign, she looked me over and said so everyone could hear, "Amber. You look so sexy wearing that girl!", as she looked me up and down. Her next sentence would leave 'Me' stunned, Miss O'Connor shaking her head and all the students in the class laughing. "Do You Want to Wrestle?", she asked, in a loud and eager tone. "No Bethany! What's wrong with you?", was the response I gave that no one heard over the laughter. Bethany signed the petition then opened her robe so only I could see her naked body, as she smiled and winked at me. Standing there in front of the entire class, knowing all eyes were on us and unable to take my eyes off Bethany's naked form, I became motionless as she closed the gap between us. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Amber. I can't thank you enough for being such a proponent for our petition. I owe you at least one orgasm, regardless of the outcome". My eyes became wide open, and my mouth fell ajar, as I quietly told Bethany I was not a lesbian. She looked at me, and said in a salacious yet faint tone, "Amber! Who cares? Either am I. You do like to cum, don't you?", in an exuberant yet muffled voice. Just then, Miss O'Connor inquired in a tone that let everyone, including me, know my disruption of her class had come to an end. "Amber! Will there be anything else?", she asked. I hesitated, then replied, "No Miss O'Connor. Please excuse the interruption and thank you", as I took the petition, now with 114 signatures, including Miss O'Connor's and left the classroom. I leaned against the wall outside the art class and let out a big sigh, gripping the clipboard that held the petition and all its signatures close to my bare breasts. I looked to the clock at the end of the hallway and realized I had a little over an hour to present the petition to Miss Sanchez. My next task was to walk to the auditorium, where the "Theatre Class" was in session, in order to gather more signatures for the petition. After leaving the main campus building and only halfway to the auditorium, I heard the sound of several trucks coming up the campus drive. I froze as I realized it was two vans filled landscape workers, followed by another truck pulling a large trailer loaded with their equipment. It seemed like only seconds until they stopped in front of me. I had no time to make it to the auditorium or back to the main campus building. I covered my bare breasts with the clipboard as the dozen or so workers just stared at my almost naked body. I was frozen with fear as the workers started taking pictures of me. To make matters worse, one of my female journalism classmates walked up, and said, "Amber. I hear you're collecting signatures for Bethany's petition". She pried the clipboard from my hands, saying, "I'll sign it", leaving my exposed tits on display for the photo-taking landscape workers. I was mortified! The girl's name was Natalie, and we were soon joined by Kevin, another of my journalism classmates who was out on assignment with Natalie. He took the clipboard from Natalie, as he said, "Amber. I hear Eliott shaved your pussy during your first cabinet meeting", loud enough for all to hear, as he signed the petition. His words got the attention of the landscape workers, who were now looking at the camel toe, caused by my snug burgundy panties. The sense of shame was overwhelming. Just when I thought I could no longer endure the public humiliation, Natalie pulled my panties down to my ankles. She knelt down and said, "Let's see if Eliott did a good job", keeping a tight grip on my panties, leaving my freshly shaven vagina exposed to the landscape workers and their phone cameras. Natalie ran her fingers across my bald mound, as she said, "Oh yeah. He did and awesome job". I didn't know if I was going to die of embarrassment or have an orgasm right there in front of everyone. I felt so vulnerable and ashamed, yet totally aroused, and made no attempt to stop the utter humiliation. Once again, Miss Sanchez came to my rescue. "Alright! Shows over! Natalie and Kevin, return to your assignments", as she took the clipboard from Kevin. She then looked at the crew chief of the landscapers, and said, "It's 3:00 Jeff. You only have four hours of daylight remaining and our 'Open House' is tomorrow. Get your guys to work". The trucks pulled away and I bent over to pull up my panties. Miss Sanchez said, "Don't bother, Amber. I'll take those". "But Miss Sanchez! It wasn't my fault", I argued. "Amber. You're not being punished. Now hand me your panties", she insisted. I pulled my panties over my sneakers and handed my last vestige of cover to Miss Sanchez, as she looked at the petition signatures. "How many signatures do you have here?", she asked. "116", I replied. "I'm impressed", she said, as she handed me the clipboard. She then went on to say, "Amber. Tomorrow you will be giving tours of the campus to total strangers, dressed as you are right now. Consider this a practice run. Now go have fun and I'll see you back at the office", as she turned and walked away, leaving me totally naked with the exception of my sneakers and ankle socks. I don't know what came over me but I caried the clipboard in one hand and to my side, rather than with two hands and concealing my breasts. The landscapers beeped the horns of their trucks and waved to me. I smiled and waved back as I made my way to the auditorium, still feeling vulnerable but with a sense of confidence. I stood outside the auditorium doors thinking how best to enter the facility. I didn't want to look like a 'Scared Little Rabbit, but I also didn't want to come off as some kind of an 'Exhibitionist' or even worse, a 'Slut'. I took a deep breath and entered the auditorium, holding the clipboard in front of me as if I was reading it over, rather than using it to conceal by bare breasts, in an attempt to appear as 'All Business'. Mr. Davis, the 'Theatre Course' instructor, was down by the stage with the class. All but one of the thirty students were there gathered in a circle around him, as he gave instruction. My confidence was fading with each step I took towards the group, hoping my naked body and freshly shaven pussy would not be the focus of conversation. My hopes were dashed as Allen noticed me as I was approaching, and called out, "Hey Amber! Come on down and show everyone Eliott's masterpiece! We shared the photos of him shaving your pussy, but nothing beats seeing the real thing". Eliott was beaming as I felt the clipboard moving upward and now pressing against my tits, as I had lost any sense of bravado and was now just plain humiliated. I spotted Mr. Davis waving me to come to him as all eyes were on me. I struggled to keep my feet moving forward, knowing Allen had already influenced the class into inspecting the quality of Eliott's pubic hair removal skills. I tried to hold my head high as I made my way towards Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis was barely thirty years old and a graduate of the 'New York Film Academy'. He was not fond of traveling, so took the position of 'Theater Instructor' at 'The Academy'. As I stood in front of him, he took my clipboard, leaving me totally exposed, and said, "I assume this is the petition I've heard so much about, Amber". I nodded "Yes", hoping the petition would take priority over my bald pussy to the young instructor and his students. Mr. Davis signed the petition and handed it to a student to circulate around the class. He then took a good long look and my smooth-shaven mound, which made me feel even more vulnerable than when the students did the same. The petition was signed by all who were present, and I was feeling good about collecting 146 signatures. That's almost twice as many as I needed for Miss Sanchez to present it to the school board. That feeling was short lived as one of the female students asked, "Amber. Are you going to let Eliott shave your pussy again?" Eliott was standing next to me by this time and waiting for an answer, as were the rest of the students. I answered in the most nonchalant tone possible, for a girl who was completely naked among thirty clothed spectators. "I usually take care of that myself", I said, as I turned and walked back up the ramp to the exit door of the auditorium. The Election. Part 22 I was in such a hurry to get out of the view of the theatre class students, I never considered who might be on the other side of the auditorium doors as I burst through them. I panicked and dropped my clipboard as I was standing in front of a bus load of freshman boys from the local all-boys high school, and their two teachers. I would later find out they were there to be extras in a play put on by 'The Academy's Theatre Class'. But for now, at least forty of the fourteen-year-old boys were staring at my naked body, with their eyes wide open and smiles plastered across their faces. I covered my breasts and pussy with my hands, as I could not have felt more ashamed being the first real naked girl most of the young teenage boys had ever seen. The silence was sheer torture as they all just stood there staring at me. Not even the two teachers stepped in to lessen my utter humiliation. They just stared at me too. I must have looked like a total idiot as I crouched down to retrieve my clipboard while attempting to keep my tits and pussy covered with my hands. The boys' silent stares turned to laughter as I fumbled around trying to pick up the clipboard while in such a precarious position. One of the young boys picked up my clipboard, looked down at me with a menacing expression on his face, and asked, "If you're so embarrassed to be naked, why are you naked in the first place?" The boys' laughter fell silent as everyone waited for me to reply, but there was no answer I could give that would make any sense or diminish my degradation in any way. I just looked up at the young teenager, hoping he would take pity on me and give me back my clipboard. His teenage urge to see a woman naked was too much, so he held the clipboard above his head, waiting to see if I would stand up to retrieve it. He along with the other teenage boys were hoping I would expose my tits or pussy, depending on which hand I would use to recover the coveted clipboard. Even with the recent change of events, the two teachers just stood there waiting to see what I would do, offering no help whatsoever. "Enough was enough!", I thought to myself. I stood up, moved my hands from concealing my tits and pussy, and demanded, "Give it to me you little twirp!" I took the clipboard and held it by my side, allowing the horny little teenagers to ogle at my naked body. Finally, one of the teachers walked up to me, and asked, "Young lady. Where might we find Mr. Davis?" I hesitated as I looked over my clipboard, pretending I was making sure everything was in order, allowing the boys the opportunity to soak in every inch of my naked form. I looked to the teacher, and replied, "Mr. Davis is down on the floor of the auditorium, in front of the stage, instructing his theatre class", purposely leaving my naked flesh on display for both the boys and their two teachers. I was starting to realize what Miss Sanchez meant when she said, "Have fun", right before she walked away with my panties. Teasing the large group of horny teenage boys was fun! Alot of fun, actually. "Would you like me to take you there?", I asked the boys' teacher, now hoping to keep my naked body on display for a few more minutes, before I had to return to the main office to meet Miss Sanchez. To my delight, he answered, "Yes". I took my sweet time walking the freshman class down to the auditorium floor, knowing they were staring at my bare back, legs and naked ass. I escorted the two high school teachers and dozens of freshmen students down to Mr. Davis and the theatre class. Once everyone had been introduced, I headed back to the auditorium exit doors, knowing my perky breasts, cute little butt cheeks and freshly shaved pussy had made an impression on the fourteen-year-old boys. The idea of some of these young teenagers jerking off to the images of me, I knew they must be harboring in their perverted little minds, was titillating to say the least. I would have gone back to my dorm room to masturbate, if I didn't have to get the petition and the 146 signatures back to Miss Sanchez by 4:00. I made my way back across the campus to the main office building, carefree and delighted to show off my naked body to the few landscapers who were working in the area. Wearing nothing but my sneakers and a smile was exhilarating as I walked past them. I entered the main office building with 20 minutes to spare. Mr. Harris had told me several of my journalism classmates were in the cafeteria interviewing the kitchen staff, so I decided to see if I could collect a few more signatures for the petition, since the cafeteria was located near the main office. I entered the cafeteria to find three classmates and four women who worked in the kitchen, sitting around one of the dining tables. All eyes were on me as I was now second guessing my decision to collect the additional signatures. I felt so inappropriate standing there naked, as they were all looking at me with bewildered expressions on their faces. My classmate Shelbie, called out and asked, "Amber! Is this an official 'Student Body Representative' function or have you just decided to be out resident nudist?" I felt so ashamed as they all started laughing at me. It was too late to turn back now, so I approached the table, and responded, "There's no time to explain. I just wanted to see if you guys would be willing to sign Bethany's petition, concerning body paint costumes for the Halloween Party". I managed to get all three signatures, but not without being completely humiliated by the three students and four women kitchen workers, who were still laughing at me as I exited the cafeteria with the 149 signatures. I might have had almost double the number of signatures I needed for Miss Sanchez to push Bethany's petition forward, but I had surrendered my dignity to acquire them. I felt so 'NAKED' as the cafeteria door closed behind me. "What am I doing? Why am I allowing myself to be degraded over and over in public like this? WHY?", I asked myself, as I walked to the main office down the hall, anxious to retrieve my clothes. The answer to my questions was about to appear before me. As I was only 15 feet from the door to the main office, three of the 14-year-old boys from high school ran through the front entrance doors and right up to me. I held the clip board against my chest, as one of the boys said, "Knowing our parents will find out we all met you, my teacher wanted to know why you are naked. Are you a nudist?", he asked, as the other two boys were staring at my exposed pussy. The sense of empowerment over the three horny teenagers had me once again completely aroused, as I moved the clipboard to my side so the boys could also see my bare breasts and erect nipples, as I contemplated my response. Before I could respond, one of the other boys, said, "My parents are nudists". "They are?" I asked, feeling a bit less ashamed but no less stimulated. "Yeah. We go to nudist resorts for our vacations. I've seen lots of naked girls before", he replied. The boy's admission had me feeling less awkward about my public nudity yet being the only one naked and totally exposed in front of the three boys, led to that inevitable sense of vulnerability Carla had told me about, the second time I met her. She was right. The sense of vulnerability had me completely aroused as my pussy was going from moist to soaking wet as I stood there on display, still trying to find the right words to answer the first boy's question. "To answer your question", I started, as I looked at the first boy. "No. I am not a nudist. My position as 'Student Body Representative' requires me to perform some of my official duties in the nude", I said, hoping my reply would satisfy their teacher's question. "So, you are performing an official duty now?", another boy asked. "Well......Technically No", I replied, feeling that sense of shame coming over me once again. "So why are you naked?", the third boy asked. I started to stutter and fumble my words, as I tried to explain how Miss Sanchez had spilt her coffee on my clothes. "Don't you have other clothes?", he asked. It became obvious that the three teenage boys were not going to let me off the hook until their curiosity was satisfied. Still trying to come up with a reasonable answer for the "Don't you have other clothes?" question, another boy asked, "Did you get burned by the coffee?" Not thinking, I replied, "No. I wasn't wearing my clothes at the time". The three boys looked at each other appearing confused, then turned their attention back to me. By this time, I was once again holding the clip board up against my chest. "Let me get this straight", one of the boys said, as he started walking around like some little Sherlock Holmes. He then continued, "You are naked because coffee was spilt on clothes you weren't wearing at the time. Is that true?" I just nodded, "Yes". What were you wearing when the coffee was spilled on your clothes?", he asked, as he stopped walking and looked me squarely in the eyes. I was crumbling emotionally under the weight of the young teenager's inquisition, so bowed my head in shame, and mumbled, "Nothing". "Ah Ha! So, it's reasonable to assume you like showing off your naked body in public! Is that correct?", he asked, in the tone of an adult investigator. I was speechless, afraid any answer I gave would only get me in deeper, as the three teenage boys had reduced me to blubbering naked mess. The office door opened, and Miss Sanchez stepped out into the hallway. "Amber. It's almost 4:00", she said. I stiffened my spine just long enough to look at the little interrogator, and said, "Just tell your teacher I'm a nudist!", as I turned and made my way to the safety of the main office.

They Stole my Puberty by Vanessa Evans Part 05 The hotel was very quiet as I went down (naked) to the leisure centre for my swimming lesson. George let me in and Jason gave me my lesson which, as usual, included the on the poolside practice then a bit later, Jason supporting me in the water with his thumb sliding in and out of my hole taking me so close to an orgasm. George told me that I was improving and I also thought that I was, and I had to agree with him that my workouts were starting to pay dividend. And talking about workouts, after getting dried I went to the workout room and started on my routine. I’m sure that I’m improving in there as well because I was able to increase the resistance on some of the machines and still achieve my goal. I didn’t increase anything on the exercise cycle and I cycled myself to a wonderful orgasm with Jason watching me. Unfortunately it was a bit early for the rest of the hotel and Jason and I were the only ones in the pool and in the workout room which probably meant that Jason had more time to give me one-to-one tuition. Back in my room I chose a skirt and top to wear to go to breakfast. The skirt, again ultra short, was tight fitting and it wanted to ride up all the time, and because it started out ultra short it was soon up above my slit and clit. The top, Lucy had put a see-through panel in the front and to cover my nipples I had to keep pulling it down but it soon went back up revealing my nipples through the see-through panel. As soon as I walked out of the lift I started the constant battle of pulling the skirt and top down so that my slit and nipples were covered, a battle that I couldn’t win but at least I had to show that I was trying. It was still a bit early for most of the hotel guests but I’m sure that at least a couple of them got a surprise when they saw me walking towards them. I hoped that they had enjoyed the sight. By the time I got back to the lift to go up to my room I’d admitted defeat and just let my clothes ride up. After all I’d been totally naked in the lift many times but at the same time clothes that didn’t cover what they were supposed to made me feel more naked than when I was naked. I wondered if that was Lucy’s intention. My day was spent mostly in my room on my laptop either being a camgirl or browsing for houses and cars. I’d already decided that I didn’t want a flash sports car, just an everyday little car. I’d also realised that with me looking like I do I’d get stopped by the police quite a lot and I couldn’t really blame them. By late afternoon I was getting bored of being in my room. A naked girl can only do so much masturbating and letting unknown men control the vibrator inside you in one day so I went to the leisure centre with my remote controlled vibrator still inside me, but leaving my phone in my room, to do a 30 minute workout. It was Karen’s shift and I had a chat with her before going into the workout room to find Luke on his own. “No guests Luke?” I asked. “Only you Penny, Sunday afternoons and evenings are usually quiet, the weekenders having left and the business men not arriving until Mondays, but at least I’ll be able to give you my undivided attention Penny. When I was on the leg spreader with my legs wide open, the pink antenna sticking out of me like a thin, pink cock, Luke asked, “Is that thing comfortable Penny?” “Once I got used to having it inside me, yes.” “But doesn’t that bit sticking out get in the way?” “Does your cock get in the way with you Luke?” “Sometimes yes.” “I can believe that but so far I haven’t had any problems with this but I haven’t been outside with it in yet.” “Surely it will be hidden under your skirt.” “Have you seen my skirts Luke?” “Come to think of it, no, I’ve only ever seen you when you are naked,” “Well let’s just say that I’m sure that this thing will be visible most of the time.” “I look forward to seeing you with clothes on then Penny.” I laughed a bit then replied, “I bet that you never thought that you’d say that you’d like to see a girl with her clothes on rather than seeing her naked.” Luke smiled and replied, “Yes, you’re right Penny.” Luke then put his hands on my inner thighs when my legs were spread wide, right at the top millimetres from my pussy making me try to work out if I was wet there, and he said, “These muscles are the ones that this exercise is aimed at.” My pussy tingled and my muscles relaxed causing my legs to close and Luke to quickly move his hands away. Luke followed me round the rest of the machines touching me to show me which muscles that particular machine of exercise were aimed at. He also showed me how to adjust the exercise cycle’s seat to the best height for me to get the most out of the sliding from side to side. “You mean so that my clit gets the most action to make me cum faster Luke?” I asked as I climbed on. “Yes, but we’re not supposed to say it like that Penny. Some women get embarrassed if I use words like cum and clit.” “Hey Luke, with a body like mine I can’t afford to be shy, I once heard a Yorkshireman say, “A spade is a spade, not an implement for moving substances from one place to another.” “Are you from Yorkshire then Penny?” “Not according to my birth certificate but it’s possible that I spent a few years there before going into the children’s home down here. No it was the name of the hotel that reminded me of that saying.” Is that pink thing going to make it uncomfortable for you Penny?” “I doubt it bit I’ll tell you in couple of minutes.” I started pedalling and sliding and the exercise that my clit was getting was greater, not just because of the height of the saddle but because my clit was sliding over the antenna each time each revolution of the pedals, and I did cum quicker. And Luke was stood right next to me all the time. Luke again had his hands all over me when I did the floor exercises and when I was doing the normal and the standing splits he had his hands were really close to my pussy and making it tingle quite a lot, even though I had cum on the bike just a few minutes before. When I was doing the Reclining Butterfly yoga exercise Luke was squat in front of me and he asked me if I was remembering to do my Kegel exercises. “Yes I am, not all the time but quite a bit, enough I think,” I started doing them right then with me on my back, my knees wide open, the pink antenna bouncing up and down and Luke squat down right in front of me. “Yes, just like that Penny.” Luke said as I clenched then released my pussy muscled over and over. “Keep up doing those, you’ll be happy that you did when you get older.” I did, and I stayed in the Reclining Butterfly position a lot longer than the time that I had allotted. By the time that I’d finished my 30 minute routine it was nearly 50 minutes later and I was feeling tired so I decided to go and relax in the jacuzzi for a while. There was no one in either the pool or the jacuzzi and it was great just relaxing floating there with the only sound being the bubbles. My brain compared it to what I imagined it would be like on a deserted tropical beach and I decided that I was going to find out if that was true just as soon as I’d got myself a house and a car. I stayed there for about half an hour until the ends of my fingers got all wrinkly then headed back to my room to get ready for dinner. I looked out of my window and saw no one looking my way but as I looked down to the ground I wondered what it would be like to walk the streets totally naked. I even tried to work out a way to get out of the hotel in the middle of the night without being seen and wander around the streets totally naked. Then I had an attack of common sense and decided that I’d have to wait until I’d bought a house that I’d just decided was going to be a little further out of the city. I left the vibrator inside me when I got dressed to go down to dinner. If anyone saw the antenna they didn’t say anything. After dimmer I decided to go to the hotel bar for the first time. I hadn’t been there before because I thought that it might be the same as the restaurant and not want naked little girls in there. There was only a handful of people in there and I walked straight up to the bar and climbed up on one of the high stools. The barman must have seen me around and asked about me because he came up and said, “Hi Penny, what can I get you?” I asked for the one alcoholic drink that I’d had before, a vodka and orange and the barman got it for me then asked me how I was doing.” “A little bored actually, there’s not a lot to do in a hotel and I certainly don’t fancy going into town on an evening on my own.” “Hey, I’m sure that I could find some of the staff that have finished their shifts that would love to escort you although you might find it a bit difficult getting into the pubs looking as young as you do, sorry no offence.” “That’s okay Harry, I’m well used to that problem. Maybe when I have some documents that prove how old I am.” “I could ask around and see if I can get you a forged ID card if you want Penny.” “Thanks but no thanks, I prefer to stay legal.” “Well if you change your mind just et me know.” Harry went off to serve one of the few customers so I decided to turn round and have a look around. That proved to be not so easy. With my skirt being so short it was my bare butt that had come into contact with the wooden stool but when I tried to twist my skin was stuck to the stool. I had to stand on the bars between the legs of the stool to free myself then turn and sit facing the other way. The other thing was that being sat upright the hem of the skirt was nearly up to my waist and not covering my pubes or slit, and the pink antenna was sticking out between my thighs. Ignoring that problem, I looked around getting the feel of the place and the customers who were there. It was highly unlikely that any of them could actually see my slit or the vibrator, just see that a young girl showing lots of bare legs was sat at the bar. My eyes had just about gone all round the room when a man carrying a briefcase walked in and sat at a table directly opposite me and quite close. At first he didn’t take any notice of me but after he’d got his laptop out and started working on it I was sure that he kept looking up at me and I wondered if he’d realised that he could see my slit. Then he got up and came and stood at the bar quite close to me. I half expected him to say something but all he did was smile at me. Harry got the whiskey that he ordered then he went back to his laptop. Meanwhile I had been sipping my drink and finished it. I stood on the stool bars then jumped off. The movement attracted the attention of the man and he looked at me as I jumped down, my skirt staying up near my waist. I saw the man’s eyes go wide as he saw my slit before I straightened my skirt and walked out. Back in my room I decided to go house hunting on my laptop then a bit of camgirl fun before having an early night. ***** It was my early morning swimming lesson followed by another full workout but this time I added 30 minutes of running on the treadmill onto the end of the routing. There was only one other guest there watching the nude young girl workout, well apart from Jason who kept an eye on me and helped me to raise the saddle on the exercise bike. I’d put my vibrator back inside me when as soon as I got up, I again wanted to feel Jason’s thumb going inside me alongside the antenna. As he was thumb fucking me I decided that the next day I was going to get the vibrator vibrating before I left my room and having it keep going all the time that I was swimming and working out. “A few orgasms before breakfast.” I thought. The exercise bike along with the antenna worked their magic and I had a satisfying orgasm before continuing with my routine. After that it was a quick chat with Karen before going up to my room for a shower then getting dressed for breakfast. I left the vibrator inside me and carried my phone down to the restaurant and I’d just got myself a pile of healthy food when my phobe rang It was Bob Hammond asking me to go to his office whenever I could because he had a few things for me. “A few thing.” I thought but not for too long because I was hungry. Back in my room I cleaned my teeth then had to decide what to wear to go to Bob’s office. I looked outside and saw the trees branches blowing about and looked down at the dress that I was wearing. Apart from the deep ‘V’ that Lucy had put in both the front and back which would have been good to show off my cleavage, if I’d had one, the skirt part was very ‘A’ shaped and, of course very short. Looking out at the trees again I just knew that it was going to be ‘interesting’ walking around outside in that dress. Feeling a little naughty I said, “What the hell.” to no one, then grabbed my phone and clutch bag and left my room. I’d also put on a pair of 3 inch heeled sandals intending to spend some time getting used to wearing heels. Well the breeze certainly did make my walk interesting. The skirt part was blowing all over the place and at first I battled to hold it down but after a while I just gave up and let it do its own thing whilst I walked. I few people looked at me but no one said anything and no cars crashed so I wasn’t worried, after all, it wasn’t me who was lifting my dress revealing that I wore no underwear. At Bob Hammond’s office I straightened myself out and went in. His secretary or assistant or whatever she was, let Bob know that I had arrived and soon I was sat in Bob’s office with him asking me how I was. He said that he liked my dress so I stood up to let him have a better look at it and I did nothing to pull the slowly descending hem back down to where it was supposed to be. “The drawback or advantage of very short skirts.” Bob said but I stayed stood like that for a few seconds before sitting down again satisfied that he’s had a good look at my slit, clit and pink antenna. “So how have you been keeping Penny?” Bob asked, “hotel life suiting you?” “Yes and no, it’s a thousand percent better than that shitty bedsit but it can be a bit boring at times.” “I can understand that. Maybe you should join some clubs or get a job. A career takes up a lot of time but a with a job you can just switch off from it when you get home, probably like you did when you worked at the supermarket.” “Did I tell you that I’m learning to swim properly, the guys in the hotel leisure centre are teaching me and they’ve setup a workout routine to strengthen my legs which the say are my weakest part. And did I tell you that they don’t mind me swimming and working out without any clothes on. That started when I only had the one dress but now that Lucy has finished altering a load of clothes for me the guys said that they don’t mind me continuing not wearing anything.” “I bet that they didn’t.” “And the hotel manager, a David Seaton doesn’t mind either, he’s asked me to model for some artists and photographers. He’s also asked me to model or pretend to be a patient for some medical conference.” “Well Penny, it looks like you haven’t really got time for a full time job, it sounds like you still need something that you can do whenever you get bored.” “Like being a camgirl?” “Well I guess that those girls only work whenever they want but is that something that you really want to do?” “I’m already doing it. I’ve done about 4 sessions so far. It was fun, especially when they control my vibrator, did you see that?” Before Bob had a chance to reply I stood up again letting him see me naked from my stomach down, and grabbed hold of the end of the pink antenna and waggled it about making my pussy tingle a bit. “I can control it from my phone, do you want me to show you? The manual says that anyone with the app on their phone setup to link to it can control it. Do you want to setup your phone to control it when I’m not here?” “I don’t think so Penny.” “Well if you change your mind.” Bob changed the subject and I sat back down. “So Penny, have you been looking at houses or cars?” “A bit, I’ve been making a mental list of what I want. For the house I want it to be out in the country but not too far from the city and I don’t want to see any other houses when I’m in the garden. I don’t want it to be too big, there’s only little old me to rattle around in it but I might want a swimming pool. I’m not sure about that yet.” “You could always get a house without a pool and get one built later, and does it have to be a house and not a cottage, I’ve seen quite a few cottages around that are on the market, would you like me to have a look and see what I can find?” “Yes please Bob, I’m not very good at this sort of thing. I don’t know what sort of car that I want either.” “Have you been to any of the dealer showrooms yet?” “No.” “May I suggest that you do go and look at the smaller, more common cars not the flashy sports cars. Someone who has just learnt to drive shouldn’t really be driving a powerful sports car.” “Yes, I know, and with me looking like I do I guess that I’ll get stopped by the police a lot thinking that some kid has stolen the car.” “Probably true Penny, now I have some things for you that will let you get started on learning to drive.” Bob got out a pile of papers and handed me a passport and then a provisional driving licence. I was so excited. Then he added to my excitement with a debit card linked to a new bank account. Bob telling me that it was more suited to someone of my financial status. Him saying that made be a little happier. He also had a few more papers for me to sign then he said, “Learning to drive Penny, you’ll need a good driving school, one that has a car that can be driven by someone your height I can recommend a couple but you’ll need to tell them about your height before you actually book a lesson.” “Okay, thank you Bob.” That was it so I stood up, again not straightening my dress letting Bob have another look at me, waited until Bob stood up which took a while because of where he was staring, then I straightened my dress and he showed me out. I went to a cafe and got a coffee to go, then went to the park. The breeze had calmed a little but the dress was still getting blown up a lot and I did nothing to keep it down. In the park I sat on the grass with my legs out straight and phoned the driving school numbers that Bob had given me. When I told the first driving school how tall I was they didn’t think that their cars were suitable. The second school was better and was sure that they could help me, even when I was explained that I wanted to learn as quick a possible. They told me everything that I needed to know and sent me an email with links to mock theory tests. They also arranged for an instructor to meet me outside my hotel at 10 a.m. the next morning telling me that I could expect to be learning for most of the day. When I terminated the call I was pleased that I had been reading the Highway Code. I got up, ignoring the 2 young men that had obviously been looking up my dress and headed to where I had seen some car dealerships. In the first one a man in a suit approached me and when I told him that I wanted to look at the new cars he told me that I should come back with my parents. That annoyed me a bit so I got out my driving licence, stuck it in front of his face for a few seconds then turned and walked out. “I’m so sorry madam.” He said to my back. I stopped, turned, gave him the finger and left. I was luckier in the second showroom that I went in to. The young man who approached me was a lot more friendly and was happy to show me round their smaller cars. My mind was on the cars and not what he could see whenever I bent over or climbed in to check that I could reach the pedals. It was only when he had to reach in to show me how to move the seat up and down and back and forward, and his head was right near the top of my bare thighs that I thought about what he could see. After I’d checked that I could reach the pedals I asked if the seat reclined. He again leant in and showed me which lever would recline the seat. As the back of the seat went back my body went back and my dress stayed at my waist. I pretended to not know what was showing and continued taking the seat right back then raising it back to the upright position. Then I asked him how long it would take to get one. Satisfied with what I had seen and heard I left saying that I might be back. I did a similar thing in 2 more dealerships and at both doing the same bending and sitting in the driver’s seat to check that I could reach the pedals okay ignoring the fact that my dress was up around my waist before deciding to call it a day and headed back to the hotel ignoring what the breeze was doing to my dress. It was a happy Penny that went into her room, stripped naked and turned my laptop on, I was going to spent an hour or so as a camgirl. I decided to leave my vibrator inside me and on low vibrations when I went down to the leisure centre for a 30 minute workout. After a quick chat with George I went to the workout room and Luke seemed pleased to see me. There were only 2 other men in there are both stared at the naked girl starting her routine. It was fun watching their expressions of the 2 men as my legs spread wide showing them exactly where the pink antenna disappeared inside me, especially as the vibrations were causing me to generate quite a lot of juice that were seeping out of me. Luke helped me adjust the seat on the exercise cycle and he too watched me pedal and slide to an orgasm that came quicker because of the vibrations inside me and I had real trouble doing the standing splits although I did manage to look down my body when I had one leg high in the air and I wasn’t sure what the men watching me would think about the pink antenna sticking straight out of me and gently vibrating like the other end of the vibrator was. At the end of the 30 minutes I had thoroughly enjoyed having the vibrator running on low vibrations whilst I was exercising, not only what was going on inside me but also the expressions on people’s faces seemed different from when the just saw my bare pussy. I decided to have that vibrator ticking over inside me when exercising as often as possible. After a shower I headed back to my room but as I approached the lift I decided that I needed a drink. Instead of getting one in my room I decided to go to the hotel bar and see what reaction I would get walking in there totally naked. As I walked through the door I saw Harry behind the bar smiling at me. He’d never said anything to me about my clothing when I was last in there and all he said this time was, “Looking good Penny, vodka and orange or would you like something else?” I sat on one of the high stools and chatted to Harry for about 15 minutes as he often looked at my rock hard nipples. One reason that I left when I did was that the cumulative effect of the vibrations inside me was giving me signs that an orgasm was building in me and I didn’t really want that to happen in the bar. I made it back to my room without seeing anyone and as soon as I was walking along the corridor to my room I opened the app on my phone and turned the vibration up to full blast and I orgasmed within a minute. Once my heart was beating normally I concentrated on reading and memorising the Highway Code and testing myself on the online theory test simulations. Instead of going down to the restaurant for dinner I used room service much to the delight of the guy who brought me food and the different guy who came to collect my finished with things. I fell asleep halfway through one of the mock theory tests. ***** Learning to drive wasn’t going to stop my daily swimming lessons and workouts and the naked me was outside the leisure centre doors when Karen arrived to open up. My vibrator was in and gently vibrating. “Nice and keen this morning Penny.” Karen said as soon a she saw me.” “I’ve got a driving lesson at 10:00 a.m.” “You got your driving licence then?” “Yes, just a provisional one.” “Good, it will be good for you to be able to drive around.” “True but I don’t think that I’ll be driving much whilst I’m staying here.” “I can believe that, it’s quicker to walk around town than it is to go somewhere by car.” “Who’s on this morning, Jason or Luke?” I asked. Penny didn’t answer because Luke walked passed me, gently tapping my bare butt and saying, “Morning Penny.” Three minutes later I was on my back on the side of the pool with Luke holding my ankles and moving my legs in the way that I needed them to go for the breast strike. When it got to the time for him to support me in the water he soon discovered that the vibrator was switched on. I saw his smile but I also felt the vibrator against his solid thumb and it felt better than just his thumb or just the vibrator. It didn’t take as long as usual for me to cum because of the vibrating vibrator, and neither did it take as long when I was on the exercise cycle. I’d told Luke that I had a driving lesson later that morning and he told me that it was best that I didn’t have any distractions whilst I was driving. “That makes sense,” I replied, “I’ll take it out when I get back to my room.” I replied. But there was a cumulative effect as well and I had my third orgasm of the morning whilst I was doing the standing splits. How I managed to stay balanced on one foot I will never know. The other good thing about it was that Luke and the others were watching me when that third orgasm hit me. The men were still grinning when I left the room. I did take the vibrator out when I got back to my room and I left it charging when I went down for breakfast. At 10:00 a.m. I was stood outside the hotel waiting for a driving school car to collect me. I was wearing my most conservative clothes that I had but even so I just knew that I would me showing a lot of leg, and maybe more, to the instructor. When he got out of the car he looked around then came over to me and said, “Would you by any chance be Penelope McNally?” “That’s me.” I replied. “Hi Penelope, I’m Dave Holden your instructor for today. If you’d care to get in the passenger side I’ll drive us out to somewhere quiet then we can swap seats and get started.” I did, and as soon as we started moving Dave was telling me all about driving, the lessons that I’d asked for and all about the 2 different tests. I sort of knew some of it from reading on the internet. Soon I was sat behind the wheel and starting the engine. When Dave asked me if I was nervous I said, “Just a little.” Which he said was a good thing. I have to say that the next 4 hours were over in no time and Dave had me driving on busy roads then back to the hotel. Parked outside Dave told me that I should apply for the theory test and take it as soon as possible and that I had done really well that day. He also told me that if I had the same length of lesson at least 3 times a week there was a good chance that I’d be ready to take the practical test in a couple of weeks. I hadn’t once thought about how short my dress was and what I might have been showing even once during my 4 hour lesson and it was only as I was getting out of the car after Dave had come round to the driver’s side of the car and opened my door for me that I remembered my short dress. But it was too late, I had one foot out on the road and Dave was looking down at my pussy. Ignoring the exposure but enjoying the tingling that suddenly started, I finished getting out of the car and stuck my right hand out to shake Dave’s hand and thanked him for a great day and he told me that he’d pick me at 10:00 a.m. the next morning. I’d arranged for lessons for the Wednesday and the Thursday then have a day off on the Friday because of the staff picnic that I’d been invited on, then I’d got lessons again on the Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Dave could be free all of the next week but I didn’t want to book anything until I had had a bit more experience. After being sat in the driving seat for 4 hours I needed to exercise my body and relax so it was strip off in my room then down to the leisure centre for a 30 minute workout then a long soak in the jacuzzi followed by dinner and bed. Before actually going to sleep I went online and booked my theory driving test. Dave had told me how to do it and that I was ready but to keep taking the practice tests. I was pleased when I managed to get a test the following Tuesday. The next couple of days went much the same. My priority was my driving lessons so I just about ignored anyone who stared at me. ***** I think that it was fair to say that after 3 days of intensive learning I was ready for a day off on the Friday. Karen had told me that everyone was meeting in the leisure centre at 10:00 a.m. and that I didn’t need to take anything with me. My day started, as usual, with my swimming lesson then a full workout but it had been 3 days since I’d done both those things with my vibrator inside me and switched on so that morning I put it in in my room, took my phone with me and turned the vibrator on to low as I walked to the lift. Both sessions were productive, my swimming improving with Jason thumb fucking me to an orgasm in the pool and in the workout room my muscles must have got a little stronger, the bike saddle made me cum and I also orgasmed whilst doing the standing splits with Jason and one unknown man watching me. I quickly left the leisure centre, went to my room, had a quick shower, put a dress on and almost ran to the restaurant to get a quick breakfast. As I was going back up in the lift I looked at the clock in there and realised that it was earlier than I had thought it was. The vibrator was still purring away inside me and I decided that I had time to have a soak in the jacuzzi before before going back to my room to puts a dress on, take the vibrator out and be back in the leisure centre for 10:00 a.m. However, there was no one else in the jacuzzi and in spite of the vibrations I dozed off. I was woken by Karen tapping me on my head and telling me that everyone was waiting for me. I jumped up and started to head out of the leisure centre, to go up to my room grabbing my phone on the way but all the other 9 people who were going on the picnic said that we didn’t have time for me to go up to my room and said that I should just go as I was. “But I’m naked.” I protested. I was hit by a barrage of people telling me that it would be okay and that it wouldn’t be a problem where we were going. Reluctantly, and very nervously I followed the group down into the car park. “Give me your phone Penny, I’ll keep it safe in my bag for you.” Karen said. I did, just before I was offered a seat in the back of a car between 2 guys, one of whom I recognised as a room service guy. Karen introduced Matt and William, both of them having turned in their seats to look at me. Both guys looked kinda cute and the sides of the legs of both of them touched the sides of mine which sort of felt nice as both were wearing shorts. I guess that it helped that all 3 of us had sat with our knees apart as far as the space would allow and unintentionally, the pink antenna was sticking up between my legs looking a bit like a silly cock. As the car pulled out of the underground car park I was worried that people on the street would be able to see that I was naked in the car but Luke said, “Don’t worry Penny, the back windows are tinted so no one will think that we’ve kidnapped a young girl.” That made me feel a little better. Matt and William talked to me for all of the 2 hour journey, asking me questions all the time. Even questions about the videos that they had seen which made me blush a little and tingle. After about an hour sat talking my nipples had started to soften a little but when the subject of the videos came up I felt my nipples swell and harden again. I also felt my pussy get wet, or should I say wetter because the vibrator, along with the whole situation had been keeping me tingling and wet all the time. The 2 guys also asked me about my workouts and if I’d actually orgasmed like the rumours had said I did. I’m not usually a liar and I wasn’t going to lie about that and I told them that I had. Matt then asked me what had actually caused the orgasms and we had a bit of a conversation about my clit sliding from side to side on the saddle. I then told them that they should come down to the workout room on a morning and watch me. It was Luke’s car that we were in and he heard at least that part of the conversation and he told Matt and William that they really should go and watch me in the workout room. He also told them about my 30 minute workouts and how the floor exercises and the leg spreader machine really did expose my pussy. The 3 guys were talking about me exposing my pussy like I wasn’t there and they were saying all sorts of things that were really embarrassing. When I asked them to stop talking about my pussy like that because it was embarrassing me, Karen, who was in the front passenger seat, turned her head and told them to keep talking like that because I am an exhibitionist and that I get off on people talking about my pussy. She was right, as well as being embarrassed I was tingling a lot and I was sure that my pussy juices would be staining the seat of Luke’s car. Luke kept on talking about my pussy, how my lips opened when my legs spread, how he could see inside my hole, how there was nearly always tons of my juices seeping out of me, how my clit looked like it was throbbing half the time, how my whole pussy moved when I did Kegel exercises, what it was like thumb fucking me whilst supporting me during my swimming lessons. The funny thing was that he never once mentioned the vibrator which he couldn’t have not seen. By the time Luke stopped my face and chest felt like they were on fire and I was starting to think that it was a good job that he had stopped talking otherwise I might have cum right there and then. If Matt and William could have seen my clit I’m sure that they would have seen it throbbing. As well as getting very engorged my clit does appear to move around a bit when I’m excited, unlike my nipples that only get bigger and harder when I’m excited. Finally, the car pulled into a car park in the middle of nowhere. The other car pulled up alongside of us and people started to get out until I was the only one left in the cars. “Come on Penny, you’re not going to stay there all day.” Karen said. I’d already looked around and saw half a dozen or so other cars there and some people walking away and along a track. “But people will see me.” I protested. Karen stuck her head into the car and said, “Penny, you WANT people to see you like that and here is a great place for that. We’re in the middle of nowhere and most people will just think that you are the little sister of one of us and are ready to go splashing in the river.” “There’s a river here?” I asked. “Yes, a shallow one and the last time that I was here there were loads of kids messing around in the water. Most people will think that you are just one of those kids but you will know that you are not and that you are an adult woman who likes showing her naked body, so come on, the sooner you get out the sooner you will start getting your kicks. Besides, some of the others with us haven’t had as good a look at you as Luke has yet and I know that Matt and William are eager to see what’s between your legs in all your pussy’s glory.” I thought for a second and realised that Karen was right, again, so I shuffled to the side of the seat and got out to a little round of applause from the rest of the party. By then, most of the 7 guys had got the bags for the picnic and were ready to start walking. As we started walking Matt came alongside me smiled at me. After a minute or so he said, “Penny, I’m sorry if we embarrassed you too much in the car, I could see that you were really hotting up. I know that girls like you get off on situations like that which is why Luke went on like he did. I’m just sorry if we went too far.” “That’s okay Matt, so sweet of you to say so but I think that maybe Luke knows me better than I do. All that made me so horny.” “That’s good news Penny, I didn’t want us to get off on the wrong foot, I’ve seen you around the hotel and in your room and I think that you’re kind of cute.” “You work for room service then Matt?” “Yes.” “Well you be careful who you go telling that you think that I’m cute Matt, most people would think that you are a paedophile thinking that a girl who looks like me is cute.” “Well I know your true age Penny and I don’t care what people think.” I was just about to ask Matt if he was hitting on me when one of the guys loudly said, “Okay guys, we’re here, where do you want to spread our things?” “Near the river so that Penny can splash around.” Another guy said. “Near the path so that Penny can show herself to everyone that comes and goes.” Another said. The group settled for an area about half way between the river and the path near a couple of bushes. Ahead of us was an area about the size of a football pitch all covered in short green grass and on the grass was evidence that sheep had been in that field. There were a few groups of people scattered around and a couple of kids in the shallow river with little fishing nets. The guys took off their T-shirts and Karen and Emily (one of the receptionists) stripped down to their bikinis, both of the thong variety with not a lot of material covering their tits or pussies, but at least they had something covering their tits and pussies. I saw a family walking from the car park and Karen called me over to her and just as the family got close Karen said, “Hold still Penny while I rub some sunblock on you.” And she did. As the man in the family walked passed us he saw Karen rubbing sunblock on my pussy. My clit was already hard due to the circumstances but her rubbing it, and the vibrator purring away made me moan loud enough for the whole of our group, and some of the family, to hear me. I heard Emily giggle and when the family were out of earshot Emily said, “So does Penny get quite loud when she cums?” It was Luke that answered, “Yeah, I think she’s trying to attract the attention of all the guys around her.” “I and not, I can’t help it if you make me so loud.” “Me?” Luke replied. Karen diffused the situation by saying, “You really don’t have any meat on your pubic bone do you Penny, all I felt when I was putting that sunblock on was bone.” “I can’t help that, it’s not my fault.” “I know sweetie, I was just saying, maybe all the guys would like to come and check you out? Lay down on the blanket and let them have a good look at you Penny.” “That would be embarrassing.” I said as I sat down then lay back and spread my legs. One by one, each of the guys came close and ‘inspected’ me which was both embarrassing and nice. Matt was the last and after he’d ‘inspected’ my pussy he said, “May I touch it please Penny?” “I guess so.” Matt put a finger on my pubic bone and presses a little. “You’re right Karen, not a millimetre of fat.” “Her lips look to have some though, I couldn’t tell when her legs were closed. Hold one between your finger and thumb and tell me..” Matt did and I moaned. “What are you doing to the poor girl?” I heard one of the guys say. “Yes, there’s some meat there but not a lot.” Matt said. “That clit looks inviting doesn’t it Matt?” Karen asked. “Noo, you’ll make me cum.” I protested but Mat’s finger was already moving to my clit. When it touched the end I gasped and shuddered a little. “Please don’t, I’ll cum.” I again protested. But Matt’s finger was already pushing my clit in all directions and causing it to go round in little circles. “No please don’t.” I feebly protested but it was too late. “Oh, oh, no, oh, please stop, oh, oh, yes, that’s it, keep doing that. Oh, oh, ooooooooooooh.” The next thing that I heard was one of the guys saying, “Keep it down guys, everyone in the field can tell what you’re doing.” I clamped my legs together then felt Matt gently press on the insides of my knees and they parted. Not wide, but wide enough for Matt to see the whole length of my slit. “You really do have a beautiful pussy Penny. A coin slot with just your clit sticking out.” Matt touched the end of my clit and I gasped. “No please don’t Matt, I’ll cum again.” “Does that vibrator make you cum Penny?” “When it’s turned up yes.” “Is it on at the moment?” “Yes, just a little, the vibrations aren’t very strong.” “Has Karen got your phone?” “Yes, but please don’t.” “Okay, perhaps you could let me play with your phone some other time.” “I’d like that Matt.” “So how long do the batteries last?” “I have no idea, I’ve never had it on long enough to find out.” “Maybe we’ll find out today because I’ll bet that Karen won’t turn it off.” “Probably not.” “Who’s for a game of football before the crowds get here?” One of the guys asked. Within a minute everyone except me was up on their feet and one guy was sorting out the teams. “Come on Penny, you’re not allowed to sit this out.” Emily said so I reluctantly got to my feet and went over. Before long the ball was getting kicked about and it was funny watching Emily’s tits bounce about in the too small and loosely tied top. I wondered how long it would be before they escaped. Even I was joining in and running after the ball. I was glad that I didn’t have any tits to bounce about. Karen’s looked like they might escape as well but no one said anything. As the game went on Emily’s tits did escape and when she noticed she said, “Oh what the hell.” and pulled her top off. Karen wasn’t going to be outdone and she took her top off. The guys were suddenly keen to see Karen and Emily running with the ball. Before long the inevitable happened and someone kicked the ball into the river. “Go and get it please Penny?” one guy said. “Why me, you go you lazy sod.” “But I’ve got my trainers on, your feet are bare.” That made some sense so I went into the river which was cold at first but I soon got used to it and took my time getting the ball. As I walked back I passed a couple about my age who had taken their shoes and socks off and were just standing in the not quite knee deep water holding hands. I was a bit envious of them at first then found myself thinking that they should take their clothes off and get the true feeling of nature. As I kept walking I realised that it really was nice being out there with no clothes on, even if there had been no one for miles I would still have thought that it was amazing. When I got back to the gang some of them had started throwing a frisby to one another, including Karen and Emily, neither of the having put their tops back on, so I rolled the ball over to the blankets and joined in. After a while Karen was stood next to me and she said, “Forgotten that you’re not wearing anything Penny?” “Oh shit, yes, maybe I should go and sit down.” “Don’t be silly Penny, you’ve been like that for over 3 hours now and no one has complained have they.” “No.” “And a lot of people have been arriving and seen you haven’t they?” “I guess so.” “So enjoy the freedom girl.” I thought about it for a few seconds then said, “Yes, I like being naked out here so stuff anyone who complains.” “That’s my girl.” “Why don’t you take your bottoms off as well Karen it’s not like they’re covering much anyway.” “True, but it’s not the same, I look my age, you don’t.” “Fair enough.” “Hey Penny, maybe we could get the guys to take us to the coast sometime, find a nudist beach.” “I’d like that.” “Maybe we could get you into the fun fair or on a roller-coaster like that.” “Woah there Karen that sounds way too risky.” “Which bit, the roller-coaster or you being naked on one.” “Both.” replied. The frisby cam flying at us and I jumped to catch it. “Good catch young lady.” I heard a man’s voice say. I turned and saw man walking along behind where we had been standing. I saw him staring at me and wondered why he wasn’t staring at Karen’s ‘B’ cup tits. “He couldn’t possibly prefer to look at me rather than Karen’s tits.” I thought, But he was staring at me and I liked it, so much so that I spread my legs a little letting him see more of my slit, my clit and the pink antenna. “Jeez Penny,” Karen quietly said, “you really do love men looking at your pussy, maybe I should get the guys to pick you up, give you a spreadie and carry you all around the field so that everyone can see you.” “What’s a spreadie Karen?” I asked. Karen took my hand and led me back to the others. Then she announced, “Guys, Penny doesn’t know what a spreadie is, would some of you like to educate her?” I was totally over-whelmed as all the guys got up and started grabbing my arms and legs. Seven guys had come at me but I ended up just being held by 2 of them. I was held between them with my arms round their shoulders and their outside arms holding my legs wide apart. My pussy was spread open for everyone to see and at that moment I knew where the name spreadie came from. “Camera.” One of the guys shouted. I could do nothing, not that I really wanted to, to stop about 50 photos being taken. I got passed from the first 2 guys to 2 more and more photos were taken. This repeated again and again. The last 2 holding me up and open included Karen whom I’d seen taking some photos with both hers and my phone. When they finally put me down the embarrassment of being spread like that had all gone and I had been enjoying it. “Let’s eat.” One of the guys said and soon the chilled bags of food and drink were open and we were all tucking in to lots of tasty food that I guessed had been provided by the hotel. What there wasn’t in the hampers was ice cream and once the food had gone someone suggested that there would probably be an ice cream van in the car park so it was decided that those of us that wanted an ice cream would walk back to the car park to get one. It was only as we started walking out of the field that I remembered that I was naked. “I can’t go.” I said, “I’m naked.” “Relax,” Matt said, “you walked naked here so you can easily walk back to the car park naked.” “But. …….” Matt took my hand and gently started pulling me. “I haven’t got any money on me.” “Not even in that coin slot pussy of yours.” Matt said. “Very funny, no, unless you put some there when you were playing with it.” “I wish.” Matt replied then added, “I’ll buy you one Penny.” Yes there were a lot more people on the path to the car park and yes, most of them looked at the naked me but none of them said anything and I started to relax and get a little excited. There was an ice cream van in the car park and the guys started buying ice creams. Emily hadn’t wanted one and had stayed back at the blankets but Karen had wanted one and had walked to the car park still topless, much to the delight of the ice cream van man. Matt and I had held back a bit but as the numbers waiting to get served diminished Matt got his wallet out and gave me a £10 note then said, “You get them please Penny, I’ll have a 99.” I was feeling a bit brave so I took the money and stepped forward. When the ice cream van man saw me I saw his eyes go wide open and then he said, “What can I do you for young lady?” I stood there for a few seconds letting him study my throbbing nipples and clit then replied, “Two 99s please.” “Coming up.” He said, but I stupidly heard, “Cumming up.” and I giggled a bit. “Would you like some sauce on them or are you saucy enough already young lady?” I smiled and replied, “No thanks, just slide the flakes in please, thrust them in hard.” “I can play that game as well.” I thought. After I’d got them and paid I turned back to see a smiling Matt who when I gave him his 99 he said. “You enjoyed that didn’t you Penny?” ”Yes I did.” “And you got away with being naked, he didn’t try to tell you off.” “No.” “And no one else has said anything about you being naked?” “No.” “So relax Penny, enjoy yourself, get yourself a great all-over tan.” “Yes boss. Here’s you change Matt.” “Can you keep it in you coin slot for me Penny?” “Only if you put it there Matt.” “I might take you up on that later young lady.” By the time Matt and I were back on the path to the blankets all the others were well ahead of us. I felt Matt’s hand rub against mine then hold it. My heart fluttered a little, “Is Matt really interested in me, with a body like mine?” I thought as we both licked our ice creams. Matt squeezed my hand a little and I squeezed his back. “Maybe he is.” I thought as we walked in silence. When we got to near the blankets and the others Matt gently pulled me back onto the path and we kept walking. When we’d both finished our ice creams I stopped walking and pulled Matt to a halt. “Matt, what are we doing up here. I’m naked and all these people are looking at me?” “I know, and I don’t care what they are thinking, are you enjoying them seeing you?” “I guess so.” “Does it make your pussy tingle?” “Yes.” “Make you want a cock inside you?” “Yes, but I’ve never done it before.” “There has to be a first time for everyone.” “Are you saying that you want to fuck me Matt?” “There’d be something wrong if I didn’t. Look at you, you are amazing.” “Matt, I have the body of a girl half my age.” “And any girl half your age would want a body like yours but there’s more to a girl than her body. What you are doing with yours is awesome, millions of girls would love to be you right now, standing naked in a field with lots of people looking at you, hell, even Karen and Emily couldn’t do that.” “But it’s embarrassing.” “And such a turn on for you, am I right?” “Yes.” “You want to do something similar every day right?” “Yes.” “You love exposing your body to all those hotel guests, especially in the workout room yes? “Yes I do.” “And all that is precisely what I like about you Penny. You want to do something and a little thing like embarrassment doesn’t stop you.” “I guess not, so what are you saying Matt?” “That I’d like to get to know you better.” “Well I guess that we do that.” All that time Matt and I had still been holding hands and both of them were getting a little sweaty but as we got close to the rest of the guys we let go of our hands and joined the rest of them, Karen getting me to lay down in the middle of everyone. “So,” Karen said, “you 2 been for a quiet fuck? It’s about time you lost your cherry Penny. Oh wait, that monster dildo. Hey, anyone not seen that video of Penny fucking herself with her monster dildo?” There was deadly silence and I could only assume that everyone had seen the video and I felt my face start to heat up. “No I replied, Matt hasn’t fucked me.” “I bet that you want your first time to be streamed live on your camgirl site don’t you Penny?” “Yes.” I quietly replied and wondered if Matt had heard me. “Well Penny, I hope that your dream comes true but in the meantime you have other needs and one of them is something that all of us can help you with.” “What’s that Karen?” “Letting people see you naked of course Penny. Come on, you and me are going for a walk.” “I’ve just been for a walk with Matt, and if I go with you most men will be looking at your tits Karen.” “Maybe, but I bet that they’ll be looking at your pussy as well.” “Are you an exhibitionist as well Karen?” “Maybe a little bit.” “So are you going to take those bottoms off Karen?” “No Penny, I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun.” “I wouldn’t mind Karen.” “Well I will Penny, you are my main priority. Now get that cute little butt up off that blanket, you and me are going for a walk.” Karen walked me all around the field pointing out all the men who she thought I would like to fuck. While we were looking at them they were looking at us, well the ones where their female partners weren’t keeping a close eye on. “So is all this men looking at you making you horny Penny?” “Yes, especially the young men. When they stare at me I wonder what they are thinking. I try to read their eyes.” “Wondering if they’d like to fuck you Penny?” “Yes.” “Penny, 90% of men would like to fuck you and 90% of that 90% don’t give a damn about the shape of your body. You’ve got a pussy, a cute little pussy and that’s all that they care about. Look, there’s a group of young men over there let’s go and sit on those rocks near them and you’ll see what they think of your body.” “Your tits you mean Karen.” “I bet that they look at you just as much as they look at me.” We did, me sitting with my legs open and leaning back on my hands behind me and it was obvious that they were as much attracted to Karen’s bare tits as they were to my bare pussy. “See,” Karen said, “they can’t make up their minds, you or me. Try using your pussy muscles to make that pink antenna thing dance about.” I did and Karen was right, just about all their eyes were glued to my pussy. “I wish that I’d brought your phone over here Penny then I could have turned the vibrator on and made you dance about, that really would have made them look at you.” “It is switched on Karen, it has been on all day, just on low intensity vibrations.” “Oh, I didn’t realise, I guess that I should have checked before I put your phone in my bag. So you’ve been simmering all day have you? Is that why you haven’t been as embarrassed as you have been at times?” “Probably, but I think that the battery is going flat now, I can hardly feel it.” “That’s a shame, maybe you should buy another couple of them then when the battery goes flat in one you can just swap them over.” “That’s an idea, I’ll remember that.” All the time I’d been clenching and relaxing my pussy muscled and the pink antenna had been dancing about. I guess that I was subconsciously trying to attract the attention of those guys and it was working. They were still staring at my pussy and it was making me feel good. “So Penny, what do you think of Matt? I saw you holding hands.” “He’s nice but I can’t see anything coming from that, he won’t want to get involved with a girl who looks like me.” “I wouldn’t be too sure about that Penny, didn’t you see the bulge in his shorts when you were walking with him?” “No I didn’t notice that.” “It’s the same with those guys in front of us, look at their crotches, I’m sure that they aren’t that shape all the time.” “That’s because of your tits Karen, your nipples are as big and hard as mine are.” “Maybe one or two of them but the rest are for you I’m sure. If time wasn’t getting on I’d go and put my top back on and come back here and prove it.” “It’s really nice of you to say those things Karen but I’m not convinced.” “Penny, trust me, I’m a good judge of character and I’m telling you, Matt would love to fuck you. Come on girl, you’ve caused enough blue balls over here for one day.” We stood up and headed back to the others and as we walked I noticed that quite a few people were leaving. Some looking over to Karen and me. Back at the blankets, the guys were all sat around the still topless Emily who seemed to be enjoying the company of the guys. Karen asked if anyone had noticed the time and when one of the guys said, “Shit, I’m on nights tonight.” Everyone started packing up. I noticed that the last thing that both Emily and Karen did was to put their tops back on. As we all walked back to the cars I again saw a few people looking at me but not saying anything, even when they saw me get into the back of a car with a young man on either side of me. Thankfully Matt, William and Luke didn’t try to embarrass me during the return journey but whenever I looked at Matt’s shorts they looked to be a but uncomfortable whereas Williams didn’t. I wondered if Matt really was interested in me. With there being a lot of silence in the car I was thinking and decided that I needed to talk to Matt when no one else was around so I said, “So, when is everyone back at work?” Karen, Luke and William all said that they were back on in the morning but Matt said that he wasn’t on until the afternoon. I decided to eat in my room the next evening. As we were walking back into the hotel from the car park Karen said, “So Penny, has it been a good day for you? What was it like going all that way without any clothes and no way of getting any?” “Scary, what if the police had stopped the car or it had been in an accident? But it did turn out okay, in fact it was a good day, thank you for inviting me.” “I guess that if there had been a problem we’d have used the same excuse that we would have done if someone had said something whilst we were there, that you were my little sister and that every time we put clothes on you you’d just rip them off. I’m happy that you enjoyed the day, we’ll have to do it again, maybe the seaside next time.” “Then you could get naked on the beach as well Karen.” “Maybe, and maybe you should become a permanude Penny.” “I don’t know about that but I did enjoy today, and walking around the hotel naked even if the vibrator’s batteries didn’t last the day.” Back inside the hotel Karen gave me my phone and key card and I went up to my room, removed the vibrator and put it on charge. After a shower I was feeling quite awake so I decided to go down to the leisure centre for a 30 minute workout. It was a Friday evening and Jason was there on his own looking bored and he was only too pleased to go through my routine with me. As we went round the machines Jason quizzed me about the day whenever he wasn’t staring at my pussy whenever my legs were wide open. I thought about asking him for a swimming lesson so that he could thumb fuck me but it was getting on a bit and I didn’t want to miss the restaurant. But I did pedal my way to a very pleasant orgasm on the exercise bike. After a good meal in the restaurant it was back up to my room for a session as a camgirl and a repeat of using my massive dildo. *****

The Promotion by skillbox Chapter 1 - Assistant Manager Working for minimum wage was hard, Niya decided. She'd had that thought often but this shift was being especially challenging. She'd nearly broke composure, pulled down her thick glasses to glare and shout rather creative expletives after the fifth customer had complained the coffee was too cold. And of course, once she had fufilled the request to heat it up, the customer had then fussed that it was too hot. The only thing stopping Niya from losing her mind was her stunningly commendable sense of professionalism. Niya had worked in customer service in this nation-wide coffee store for only a few months but already that unshakeable competence had gained the admiration of the store manager. Most people quit after a couple days if they made it through their first shift. Even the assistant managers he'd been going through like toliet paper. He watched as Niya pulled her frizzy hair back, gave a polite smile to another insuffrable customer with an innane complaint and did her best to fix the issue. Yes, he decided. She might be underqualified for the role but he expected she could do it better than anyone else. The shift had just ended and Niya put her apron back in the staff room, unbuttoning the top of her shirt and laid lazily down on a nearby chair exhausted. She was only 25 but at this rate she was worried she was going to be getting stresslines before next year. Joe walked in, grin on his face; for what reason, Niya had no idea. "Ello, Niya," He said, his odd accent coming through along with a smug tone, "Good news for ya." "Hm?" She responded, hurrying to make her posture more practiced while in front of her boss. "Well, it took a bit to convince the higher ups. Ah said ah'd take the heat if anything went wrong... But..." He grinned, "You're gonna be getting double the salary from now on, Assistant Manager." It took all her willpower to not squee happily and hug Joe. But she attempted to remain composed, though a smile creeped onto her face, "What duties does that contain?" "Ah, you'll just be helpin' to train new staff. And when ah'm gone for whatever reason, you gotta deal with the higher ups," He paused, "Good thing ah got them to agree. Guess ah'll be able to take my vacation this year after all..." Niya's betraying smile grew bigger, "You deserve it. Thanks for this opportunity, Sir." "Ah, we're both off duty. Just call me Joe, aight?" He paused, before shrugging, "How about we get a few drinks to celebrate?" Normally Niya wouldn't bother with going for drinks, she would rather spend the time catching up on Netflix and lazily lying on the sofa relaxing. However, Joe was a legitamately nice guy. And she was very giddy from the promotion. So she decided, why the hell not? And in the end, her reasoning turned out correct. She had a good time, Joe gave her some of the details of the role. She'd be having to face her first major challenge as assistant manager soon. She'd be running the store by herself for seven days with her only help being the new hire who hadn't even done their first shift. She nodded, her dark cheeks a bit flushed from the alcohol and promised Joe that everything would go well. And she intended to keep that promise. --- It was the first day of Niya's solo week and everything had already went wrong. She'd had an appointment over video call with the regional manager she'd had to delay at last minute due to the new hire being a hour late. So she'd took over duties at the front of the shop making coffee and dealing with customers who seemed to be especially rude today. When the late newcomer eventually arrived, Niya sighed in relief. "Oh, thank god you're here, Eliza." Niya didn't even wait for the inevitable excuse of the short girls latecoming, just glad that she made it in at all, "Can you take over here for ten minutes? I'll be back to help soon, I just really need to do something in the back." Niya found herself rushing towards the backroom where a video call awaited. She didn't even bother to change out of her apron. With a check of the time, she realised she was one minute late for the meeting and gave an unsatisifed curse. After checking she made the call and the face of an unhappy older blonde woman appeared on her screen. She reminded Niya of some of the most obnoxious customers she'd had, almost with frown lines from all the scowling she probably did and despite her eyes focused on Niya she seemed to be ignoring her, as if she was simply decoration. "It's rather unproffesional to be late to your first meeting," The lady who after a brief glance at the screen Niya realised was called Mrs Williams, "I do hope Joesph made the right call by hiring you." Niya found herself taken aback by how forward this lady was, "I apologise Mrs Williams. It won't happen again." She said hesitantly, trying to keep your face unreadable. "Naturally," She said coldly, "I'm calling about the Promotion." Niya nodded hesitantly in response, "Well... Things have been going well so far. The store is running at capacity and the new trainee seems to be..." Niya found herself rudely cut off. "Not that Promotion," She sighed, "The Au Natural Promotion. You should've seen it in your email?" That'd been the first time Niya had heard about it. Unsurpisingly because she hadn't even been given an employee email yet (which Niya noted, wasn't her fault as she was still waiting for the IT team on that), "Er... I don't have my email set up yet, Mrs Williams." She somehow scowled even larger, with her frown now taking up half her face, "Really? The Promotion is two days away. You won't be able to hire models in that time." Then the unthinkable happened; she smiled. Mrs Williams smugly continued "I suppose you'll have to just use employees. It's happened in the past." "Could I have some details about this Promotion?" Niya said, face scrunched up. She was barely running the shop without putting on a promotional show. "Of course," The lady was suprisingly forward and happy to share the information, "We like to prove that our coffee is 100% natural without any chemicals and nothing to hide. For that reason, we do a bit of a publicity stunt. We show that our employees don't hide anything either. They come to work wearing nothing but a confident smile." She said it naturally, as if what she'd just spoken wasn't completely insane. Niya took a stunned second of silence to respond, her glasses ascew, "Y-You mean, naked? At work?" Her professionalism had officially broke, replaced with the embarrassed squeakings of an insecure woman. "No, of course not." She replied smugly, "You'd know all this if you read the email. You'll have an apron on. You'll be outside the coffee shop too at a small table; offering samples." "B-But," Niya desperately scrambles for a way out of this, panicking at even the thought, "W-We only have two employees in store including myself!" Mrs Williams shrugged, the smallest sense of humour now gone from her voice, "You only need one to do the promotion. The other can stay inside the store, fully dressed. You should know that this promotion came from above me. All I'm supposed to do is make sure it is done," She frowns, "I assume there won't be any problems?" Niya thought. She'd just got this job paying well and as much as she sometimes hated it, she felt it was rewarding; she'd got promoted after only a few months and was informed by Joe there was a major possibility for her to go further. Speaking of Joe, he would get into trouble for going on vacation and she'd promised she wouldn't let him down. And... Well... She was a professional. This wouldn't be an issue. She'd get it done. "No problem, Mrs. Williams. Anything else?" Chapter 2 - The Days Before Niya tried to ignore the conversation for the rest of the day; there was work to be done after all. But her mind couldn't stop flashing the horrifying image of her standing out in the street in only a flimsy apron, her long bare legs sticking out. She pushed the thought down and then pushed the tab down to serve another coffee, showing the new hire Eliza how it was done. She didn't know much about Eliza and while the white short mop-haired blonde was certainly bubbly and kind, she was just a bit ditsy. But customer service tended to care more about personality than anything else. "Ooooh!" Eliza cooed, "I get it now. That machine is way easier than doing it by hand." Niya smiled, her brown delicate fingers handing over the coffee to the next customer, "Yes, yes. It's a lot less complicated than it looks." She checked the store, seeing nobody in a queue she leaned back a bit, managing to finally give the new hire her full attention. "Where's... Um, Mr. Simpson? Is he not coming in today?" Niya noted that she wasn't on first name basis with Joe yet. That'd probably happen soon. Joe hated being called his first name. "Er, no. He's on vacation," Niya responded simply, "I'm manager until he's back." "Oooh! Does that mean I should be careful about what I say around you, then?" Eliza chuckled, giving a cheeky elbow to her 'boss'. Niya just shrugged in response, "Don't worry about that. Joe'll be back by the end of the week anyway." Niya thought for a moment, trying to think if there was a way she could convince Eliza to take her place in the embarrassing nude apron showcase. She was just about to try and do the near impossible task of bringing it up, when a customer arrived distracting the blonde girl. Niya ran a few nervous fingers through her long black hair, as she was given a bit more time to figure out how to phrase the topic. "So... Um, Eliza..." She said, with untypical shyness and demureness, "We've got a promotion on this week. I know you're new here, but I was curious if you'd be interested? Warning, it's a bit, erm... Inordinary. But it should be all in good fun." Did she particulary believe that? No. It would be humiliating. But she had to at least try and sell the idea. The short and sweet girl nodded, with the kind of enthusiasm only someone who had no idea of what they were being asked would have, "O-Oh! Of course!" Niya sighed in relief, "G-Good, good. It's called the Au Natural Promotion. This brand is doing it across the country. You... Er, are supposed to just wear an apron to-" "N-Naked?! No way!" Eliza shouted, cheeks turning bright red and her voice attracting the attention of many customers. Niya frowned, "W-Well... I will hardly force you to do it but-" "Look, uh, thanks for the offer! But I can't do that! That's waaaaay too embarrassing, Niya! I'd die!" At least that, they could both agree on. Niya was just about to attempt to reconvince her when a customer appeared and it was one who she recognised. It was a regular, a mid forties buisness man named Chris who usually visited each day when they were about to close up. He spoke up, a hint of genuine curiousity in the teasing tone of his voice, "What was that about nudity? What kind of conversation were you girls having?" Before Niya could even respond, Eliza spoke up obnoxiously, "Niya was just telling me about this promotion the store was doing! Apparently, she's going to wear and apron and get butt naked!" Niya's sepia cheeks reddened further, she had been really hoping she wasn't going to have to do the promotion herself. To the point of not even suggesting to Eliza the idea. But Eliza just raised the likely possibility that she might have to, by herself, probably by the way Niya suggested it'd be 'good fun', "Well... Erm... Maybe. If I can't find someone else." She said politely, trying to shut down the conversation. Chris laughed, a grin appearing on his stubbled face, "Then I really hope everyone is busy that day!" Apparently this joke was good enough to make Eliza giggle too. But it only served to remind Niya of the humiliating situation. And also made another thing clear regulars who had visited this store and would continue to visit in the future, would be seeing Niya in all her glory. They'd be able to look at her and remember that moment she'd served them in just an apron with her pert buttocks out for all to see. Not just that, these were people she knew. People she'd got on a first name basis with. That made the whole thing even worse. She served Chris his coffee, giving a polite smile with pointed lips and tried to act good natured despite her sight annoyance. It may have just been a humorous comment to him, but to her this could be her nude reality in a couple days. She really wasn't ready for this. She checked the clock and realised with relief they were shutting soon, so with a quick aside to Eliza to keep up the good work, she went into the backroom. There was only one thing that could save her literal butt now. She put up a job listing for a nude model and as she wrote in all the humilating details the job entailed, she realised very quickly how much she didn't want to do it. She stared at the screen, the job which would be hers if nobody else accepted. Naked public and model. She prettied up the language a little, but that was basically what she was asking for. Now she absolutely felt stress lines. This week would age her by years. With great effort she pushed herself off the chair, moving to Eliza to close up before heading home. She wished the blonde a good night, though she was a bit resentful she didn't accept her offer. Though she could hardly blame the new hire. She would have probably laughed if it wasn't all too real. At home she didn't know exactly why, but she felt herself examining her body. The flaws were instantly apparent to her. There was a little bit of pudge, her black mane of hair was just a bit too wavy for her liking and her obnoxious glasses. She cringed, she really shouldn't be so critical of herself. While there was stuff about her body she liked, for example, her mostly blemishfree smooth skin, nicely formed breasts (if a bit small) and hidden shining jewel green eyes. She tended to ignore those over pointing out the imperfections. Niya supposed she'd always been a bit of a pessimist, even as a child. With a tendacy to want things to be exactly correct. She realised how dumb it was to stare at herself in the mirror, looking away with a sigh. She just had to find a way out of this. There was no way she'd have the confidence to do something like this. She'd just have to make sure somebody (hopefully one more confident than her) would accept the job. There was no other option. It was with horror that the night before the promotion she opened her laptop and found that she had no applicants. Chapter 3- The First Moments Niya had tried every possible avenue to remove herself from this humiliating situation and they'd all failed. Her normally alert eyes were tired from lack of sleep; her glasses the only thing hiding the otherwise obvious dark lines under them. She had spent the night refreshing her job posting for a nude model, but obviously nobody was dumb enough to volunteer to be practically naked in a public street for hours. Especailly with the amount of pay she was offering. She dressed her normal work outfit instead of casual clothes, even with the embarrassing knowledge that for most of the day these clothes wouldn't be worn. With a triple check everything was in order and releasing she was creating as many delays as possible for herself, she left for the train. Somehow she couldn't help her mind from wondering how many of the people she saw at this busy station would be seeing her naked in just a couple hours. People loved to go get coffee on their lunch breaks after all. She arrived at the store a couple hours early. That was a hour quicker than she normally would. She sneered at the hung up apron, before reminding herself it was only an apron. Even if it being only an aporn was the issue. Should she strip now? She was going to be naked for hours, anyway. Might as well get used to it when at least the store was empty. But still, even alone in the employee lounge she felt a sense of insecurity and embarrassment. No, it was time to get it over with. She sat on a nearby couch, untying her laces hesitantly and pulling both trainers off along with plain white socks. She took a deep breath, shimmying out of her black jeans revealing long slender dark legs, thick thighs and modest black panties. Trying not to think too hard, she began unbuttoning her shirt, with a matching black bra coming into view along with a tiny bit of a belly. She stared at it for a second, cursing she hadn't been going to the gym lately and a few too many snacks. If only she knew then. She sat in her underwear for a couple moments, already feeling exposed and silly even without anyone to see her. She stood with her small bare feet sinking a bit into the plush carpet as she picked up the clothes she should have been wearing and left them in a nearby locker. With reluctance, she glanced at her modest panties, knowing that the act was a reminder that she wasn't done yet. She quickly stripped her bra, as if doing it fast would get it over with quicker; though in fact, she'd still be naked for a long time afterwards. Now standing there with her curved but flat tits out, she put the bra with the rest of her articles. One last thing. With great reluctance, Niya slid the panties off her tall legs. They fell to her feet and with a lack of dignity Niya pulled them off her toes; tossing the knickers into the locker to avoid the temptation to put them back on. She was naked. Her pert black bottom faced the door, her trimmed bush in the open and every goddamn inch of her skin exposed. She shrunk in on herself. Naked in the workplace! Niya always strived for professionalism and she'd taken the meaning of Casual Friday to a whole new meaning. At least she'd given herself a couple of hours to get used to the feeling. That was why she'd arrived early, anyway. She carefully strode around the room feeling her nudity from the way her soles touched the carpet, the breeze on her skin and the way everything felt... unnaturally loose. Her tight butt bounced towards the apron on the wall. At least that would give her some amount of modesty. However as she strung the ties around her bare neck, she realised it almost exacerbated the issue. She was normally fond of her height, but the amount of revealed leg shown beneath the apron made it all too obvious there wasn't anything else on. With one wrong step, the flimsy garment would flutter wrongly and a nipple or pussy could be revealed! That's not to mention nothing was hiding her ass which was almost advertised as it stuck out. She walked awkwardly to the main storefront, it was early enough that the open windows shouldn't reveal her to too many passerbys on the street. That'd happen in a hour or two. Anyway, she had a job to do. And she'd do it, even if she was naked. That was the ethic Niya strived for. She made the coffee bare, getting a bit distracted by the work as she tested the machine. With a sip of the result which slighlty woke her up, she nodded dutifuly. At least that's one thing that was normal today. She moved into the back to grab a couple of promotional posters to put on the store window. Thankfully she could do that from inside, rather than outside. Though she tried to ignore the folded table in the corner of the storeroom which was meant to be stood on the street. She scurried her feet towards the window in order to put up one of the papers, when she noticed her reflection in the window. She felt ridiculous. With her only covering being a flimsy green apron (with no strap to join at the back), the company's name printed across it in large white letters and thick unfashionable glasses. She blushed as she took a side view of herself, while her boobs were small they weren't small enough that you couldn't see a clear outline of the bare shape of them from the side. She imagined if she was in motion, her tits would become even more obvious; and there would be a good chance she'd be showing everything down there too. Talking about down there, she turned around, allowing herself to get a reflection of her ass. And yes, that was a butt. It was completely exposed and there was absolutely nothing she could do about that. No careful walking or tactful angling to avoid people seeing her pert bare ass. "WOAH! Niya!" A bubbly blonde yelled appearing on the street, fully dressed and giving an awful catwhistle at the sight, "Wooo! I can't believe you're actually doing this!" Eliza had arrived for work. The day had officially started. Chapter 4 - Setting Up Niya stood in shock, brown ass facing Eliza and her uncontrollable blushing face turned around, glasses ascew and jaw dropped. "Damn! You got a nice ass, girl!" Eliza said, with a laugh at her expense. This finally made Niya turn the other way, with now only an apron for modesty. In her rush to turn however she nervously felt a flutter, hoping that she didn't accidentally expose more to her co-worker. If she did, the blonde never mentioned it. Coming inside the store, her face nearly as shocked as Niya, "I'd never take you to do something like this! You look so embarrassed! Are you sure?!" She said, her concerned tone at odds with the massive grin on her face. She found this hilarious, after all. Niya didn't know what to say, of course she wasn't sure, "Well... It is embarrassing..." Niya nodded, before continuing with a wish to give a good impression to her trainee, "But I was asked to do it by corporate. And I'll put the store before a little bit of... Erm..." "Dignity?" Eliza teased, elbowing Niya's naked side, "Look! I think it's totally cool! But it's going to be hard to call you boss today, hehe!" Niya russled her hair anxiously, "Yes, yes... Well, you'll be inside the store and I'll be-" "Outside, right? Oh god, you're so brave! I'd, like, die!" She responded and Niya had to consider if she was saying these type of things on purpose. Though she doubted the girl had it in her to be actively malicious. "O-Of course. Outside..." Niya mumbered, realising she still needed to set-up the stall, "E-Er... Eliza... Would you mind setting up the table outside for me? It's in the storeroom." "Will do, boss!" She said cheerily, still delighted by the turn of events. Who would've thought her prude boss would be secretly so carefree? This promotion was awesome! She was absolutely tempted to give Niya's cute bum a slap as she passed, but realised that'd probably end up getting her reprimanded. This day had been great so far. As she went towards the staff room, she took one last look at the awkward gangly woman setting up the store entirely naked. She noticed that Niya had a constant frazzeled energy to her, seeming a lot less in charge and confident than she had every other day in charge. As she leaned over to wipe up a table, her small butt stuck in the air and wiggled a little which made Eliza snort. This led Niya to clamp her spare hand over her buttcheeks, which did little to hide anything. This day had been terrible so far. She'd just had her sort-of apprentice laugh at her. And the store hadn't even noticed! It just felt so natural to walk around in this state. Especially when Eliza was joking like usual, in her normal outfit. Niya turned to see her co-worker struggling with bringing the heavy table through the door. She realised that, oh god, she was going to have to help her. "A-A little bit of help here!" Eliza sung out, as Niya cringed, making her way to lift the other part of the desk. Of course, she was the one who was holding from the wrong end. She stumbled backwards on petite bare feet, ass pointing backwards as they led towards the door. Just as Niya was about to let go, turn around and open the door... Eliza pushed, leading to Niya bumping her nude butt against glass window. She went red as her bum moved the door open, squishing against the cold glass before she finally opened the door wide enough for the table to get through. Now the only issue was that Niya was naked. On the chilly streets in the morning. She tipped her head from side to side, neck craning to see anyone. And she internally cursed as she saw a hanful of people walking in the morning. A tall man glanced at her ass and gave a grin, obviously signaling his approval. An older lady looked shocked to see her; she supposed she would've been shocked at this turn of events a week ago too. Soon Eliza and Niya stood behind a small table, Niya using it for cover and finally facing the street with her exposed back to an empty store. The cool air slunk around her body, making it all the more clear how exposed she was. Her toes flexed nervously on the concrete sidewalk. She scampered back inside the store but she knew she'd have to return soon; with the store opening in nearly ten minutes. She waited for the streets to empty down a bit before placing the promotional samples she'd hand out during the day on the table. She was now stuck outside as she couldn't leave them unattended. She shrunk in on herself, giving Eliza the orders. "Well, not much left now..." She started, trying to give an air of confidence, "You'll have to run the inside by yourself I'm afraid. And it might be... Busier today..." She didn't want to explain or acknowledge the reason why, "I'm sure you can do it. You know how to open up now.." "Of course!" Eliza gave a mock salute and again avoided the temptation of a butt slap. That was that. Store was opening and Niya was not inside. Instead she stood in the crisp morning air in one of the mainstreets in this city with barely a stitch on. She checked the time. It was only ten minutes until the real morning rush started. And with that, countless people would see her. Chapter 5 It didn't take long for Niya to face her first trial- customer, a young woman who walked up and grinned cheekily before asking what all this was about. The raven haired employee did her best to face her, ensuring that as little was visible as possible. But she couldn't hide her long shapely bare legs and a copious amount of nude cleavage, "E-Er... It's a promotion..." She stated, "W-Want a free coffee?" And a free coffee was given. Which attracted another customer, a tall gentleman with a fair stubble who couldn't help but give the same wolvish grin towards Niya. Soon she had three different customers all chatting to her, while she stood naked! Not just that, there was people passing by! She was getting dozens of looks! Why had she agreed to this?! She pushed those thoughts down, attempting to remain professional in front of the new arrivals. She poured a sample with slender arms and tried to give a reassuring if nervous smile once she handed it over. Casual chat was hard and reciting, "I'm naked! J-Just like the coffee!" Was all she could do, but even that she said with a cringed expression. After having her hands free and the samples handed out, she pushed her apron down a little, just to ensure she was hiding as much skin as possible. God, this was terrible! People had started heading into the store too, giving a polite laughter at her as they entered. She was so distracted serving samples to the increasing amounts of onlookers that she didn't realise for a second the show she was giving to the rapidly filling up store; who had front row seats to her bare ass through the glass window. It was only when Niya moved backwards, her ass pressing against the glass for moments that she finally realised with a dark near full-body blush. She literally eeked, jumping forward as she realised she couldn't hide anything! The whole store was able to look at her! She spun around, exposing her butt to the street and multiple people in close-proximity. She stared at the coffee drinkers inside, who were clearly looking at her with amusement! With horror she realised one even had their phone out! Pictures! She'd forgotten about smartphones! How had she even done that!? Would these be posted online? Who would see them?! She couldn't act embarrassed, though. That'd only make this worth. She gave a polite smile and wave to those inside the store, as if her spurred reaction was on purpose before she turned round back to the people she was originally serving. Which she knew, gave an opportunity for more humiliating pictures of her exposed backside. "S-Sorry about that..." She mumbered, going back to filling up the small cups to give out. "Don't worry! We enjoyed the view!" Someone joked, leading to giggles. It'd only been five minutes and already Niya was humiliated beyond belief. Around a few dozen people had seen her nude and then laughed as she scampered around. But she'd just... Have to get used to it. She wasn't getting dressed for hours yet and she had a job to do... Surely it'd get easier now she'd been... "Oh my GOD! Niya?! Is that you?!" She realised with a mounting amount of terror; she recognised that name. Because it was hers. She spun her head with frizzy hair following behind as she tried to get a look at the enthusastic gal who stated her name. It was a tall white blonde woman dressed as the type you'd imagine to spend a lot of time in a hipster coffee shop. Surely she was just a customer? "It's Hannah! From school! You remember me?" Not a coffee shop regular, then. Way, way worse. To give backstory, Niya was voted most likely to succeed at the end of high school. She was never a popular one, instead a nerdy introvert who spent all her time studying. She wouldn't call herself pretenious, she hardly spent enough time with her classmates for that, mostly out of teenage anxiety. But someone who constantly got high grades and never really felt like talking to others? Then the title of arrogant would fall upon her. So after school with overbearing parents which constantly pushed her too hard, she finally got freedom and she chose that freedom to do an underwhelming job. Almost as an insult to her parents who put her through so much hardships and showed no sympathy the entire time. Regardless schooldays aside the situation was this... Niya who everyone assumed would become a rocket scientist or brain surgeon was now instead a butt naked coffee shop employee. She didn't know which was worse; being naked or being found working a nearly minimum wage job. Well, when Hannah leared at her half-exposed brown breasts tucked under a delicate apron, she decided the near-nudity was worse. "U-Um... Yeah, of course," Niya responded, feet awkwardly stepping backwards by reflex. "What are you doing? Oh my God!" Hannah started laughing and Niya noticed this was the second 'oh my God'. She tried to twist her lips into a smile and had no idea how well she suceed, "Uhhh... A promotion! Want a coffee sample?" "U-Um, yeaaah, haha," Hannah giggled, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact you're naked? You are naked, right?" Hannah stepped the side, getting a good view of her large naked bum, "OHH, my God! You are!!!" "Er, it's a promotion!" Niya tried to explain, but she couldn't really justify it. Not with Hannah laughing too loud to even hear what she said. "We have to take a picture! Everyone in our old class is wondering what happened to you! You just fell off the Earth after school!" Hannah said with glee, hopefully non-maliciously, "Nobody could find you on Facebook!" Before Niya could even say 'no pictures', Hannah had an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close, snapping with a flash which temporarily blinded Niya. She normally hated photos being taken of her anyway, she could never quite get her expression to look natural. Well, this time she really didn't want her photo taken. The green apron covering up her sensitive bits, but the reveals of the edge of her brown thighs and curve of belly suggested if not proved that there wasn't anything on underneath it. "And there!" Hannah gave a hug to her former classmate, her arms wrapped around the bare back of Niya who cringed internally. Niya thought about asking Hannah to delete the photo but decided it wasn't worth it. It didn't show anything sensitive and as long as she kept Hannah happy, she wouldn't do anything malicious. Like take a more revealing photo, anyway. But Hannah didn't look like she was going to leave, staring happily at Niya. "Erm... I get a half hour break in a bit. If you want to wait for me..." Niya suggested awkwardly, because she could at least get dressed for that break. Then the reunion would be a little more comfortable. "Sure! It's my day off anyway," Hannah said, grinning wildly, "Man, you really turned wild after school, huh? You were the last person I'd thought would ever do something like this!" Niya rolled her eyes, she still could barely remember the tall blonde. And she tried to avoid the grins Hannah gave her. She was nearly halfway through the day, though... Chapter 6 It didn't take long before Niya found her bare ass against the leather in the breakroom and while she'd managed to get away from public eyes for at least a small half hour break, there came an issue in that she still had a voyuer in the room. Hannah sat wide-eyed with an enthusastic smile, "God! I can't believe this is how we meet again! I always thought you'd end up showing up to our high school reunion with like, a personal bodyguard or something!" "Heh... Um, I suppose," Niya said awkwardly, her laugh as fake as she thought Hannah's personality, "Well... I guess I didn't want to go down that path." "Eh, well, yeah! I mean, hey, not everything's bad! You got way hotter since then, right? Right?" Hannah giggled, Niya responded with a blush. "I'm... Actually a manager here." Niya responded with a lie, though she knew that even the lie didn't sound too impressive. "Oh, of course, of course," Hannah smiled, seemingly genuinely, "I can't imagine you not doing amazing at whatever you do. Like, seriously? The committment to go out there BUTT NAKED on a busy street? You're a champ! Give you a raise, girl!" "W-Well, yes. I mean, somebody had to do it and..." Niya was trying to list off the reasons why she'd decided to do something so embarrassing before she was cut off again. "Well, anyway... I just wanted to apologise," Hannah responded, "You know... I was a bitch in high school. And me and my friends? Well, we never treated you well... And I've always felt bad about the bullying. The teasing." "Um..." Niya tried to interrupt. "Seriously, that's why we were looking for you on Facebook. We all felt totally awful... You know? I know we were kids, but still... You were one too. And it doesn't excuse it." "I... Don't remember you bullying me?" Niya said, confused, "I don't even remember any rude comments you made?" Hannah paused, frowning before giving a smile, "W-What? O-OH! Er, I guess! Nevermind then! Um, it's been so long since school I've just forgotten everything! Ha!" Niya looked at the clock up on the breakroom wall. God, she needed an excuse to get out of this conversation. But also as the clocked ticked towards the end of her break, she knew she'd have to again spend time out on a busy street wearing nothing but a flimsy apron and a forced smile. The time went by slowly. Each noise the clock made as it slid towards her doom. The conversation had hit an awkward silent pause. Though Niya made no attempts to change that. In all honestly, she barely remembered or cared about Hannah. "Well, Hannah... I'll see you around. It was... Good to catch up." She said, forced smile, "It's been too long." "OH, for sure. For sure! I'm going to get coffee a lot more often," Hannah said, with an unforced smile, "And sister, don't worry. Those pics will be only sent to people I trust." Two things worried Niya about that statement. The plural in pictures and the people that Hannah 'trusted'. But without wanting to make a big deal out of it, for this was not the time to antagonise anyone, she stood up. Which made Hannah snort into giggles. "I-I'm sorry! I-It's, just... Your butt! It's right fucking there! Ahaahah!" Niya stood there, turning around quickly. Cringing as she waited for an enternity to Hannah to stop laughing so she can finally get rid of her. And so she did. Hannah walked off, giving her goodbyes and Niya calmed down. Yes, she was mostly still naked in public. But she could start breaking down now, cleaning up and getting ready to go home. At last. There were fewer customers now. Fewer people to stare at her long exposed legs, her dark back and bare bottom. Of course, Eliza appeared, "Niya! Holy shit! I've got great news!" "Um, slow down. I just got off break... Give me five..." "No seriously, you're needed at the front now! Local news have arrived! They want to show off your bravery! You're going to get this cafe famous!" And by extension, herself. For the first time of the day, Niya broke her character of (an underpaid) professional buisness woman. "Fuck." It couldn't be happening, yet it was. Niya realised she'd made a cascade of bad decisions and looking back; she had no idea why she'd agreed to any of this. Even now, she could go back in and put back on her clothes. Then while fully dressed, she could take the train to her apartment and forget this day ever happened. That was something she could do. Then why had her feet already begun moving to the street? She hated her stubborness as much as her parents did at this moment. God, she hoped they never saw this. As Niya calmly strutted towards the door, her ass grabbed the attention of everyone in the cafe. She saw the cameraman with a nicely dressed woman next to him through the window. With a quick internal calculation she decided if she walked straight then at least nothing would be shown on camera. They surely couldn't show any nudity on daytime TV, anyway? She told herself that but it did nothing to dim the dark hue on her cheeks. "Ah, ah!" The reporter called out, trying to grab her attention, "The woman herself! I suppose you've heard all possible jokes at this point." She gave a quick genuine smile. Niya supposed that she was trying to be reassuring and to calm any nerves that she might of had, but it didn't work. No matter how kind the attitude, she would still look forwards and see the cold harsh glare of the cameral, recording her tall nude body only covered by a small cloth, with gaps which exposed dark skin to all eyes nearby. The cameraman and reporter weren't the only ones paying attention to Niya. Countless people walked by on the street, getting a good glance of her uncovered bum. Not to mention those still in the store. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run away- but... She was a professional. Something that she very much didn't feel like, as her bare feet pattered against the cold street. "So, hi! I'm Amelia and the cameraguy here is Blake..." Amelia went through introductions, asking Niya if she was good for a short interview. Niya just... Nodded. Thoughtlessly. She'd hit an amount of shame she didn't think was possible. The generic questions were asked, as the camera was aimed at Niya's body. Amelia was friendly and didn't seem to have an ultieror motive. Though at one point she rested a hand on Niya's shoulder which reminded her just how vulnerable she was. "And that's it! You cool if we take some shots for the segment? Just video to play under our audio." Niya cringed. Would she really agree to this? She'd agreed to everything else. Was this the limit? To almost invite nude pictures? Without her brain activating, she responded, "Y-Yes. That's alright." "Aw. Don't be so nervous! You look gorgeous, Niya!" Amelia said, "Seriously. You look good. You should feel good too. Anyway, just start giving out free samples with a big smile! Blake here will do the rest!" Niya absolutely did not feel good. She almost felt like puking. But without thinking, she again started handing out samples. Butt arching as she leaned over to hand coffee. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, Blake moving to the side. With a shot of her black butt, up in the air, now recorded. All Niya thought was, please, let this just end already. After a few minutes of handing out samples, Amelia gave a thumbs up, "Hey! If you want to see the section, it'll be on tomorrow!" "I... Won't watch it." Niya said, fed up with this whole situation. And saying the first real thing she had all day. It took a bit for Amelia to respond, at first giving a frown before laughing, "No. You know what, that's fair! Still, good luck with all this, Niya! You're a real champ." Niya absolutely did not feel like a champ. Though the interview was over and... That was enough. This had gone on long enough. What the fuck was she even doing? With a strange amount of resolution, she moved forwards towards the coffee shop. Ass still hanging out. She was going to get dressed. She was going to go home. And she was going to quit this fucking job. Why the hell had she done any of this? To prove what? That she could embarrass herself? That she was the best goddamn coffee shop employee ever? She'd proved both of those points and more. It was time to put an end to this nightmare. Niya was finally thinking rationally. Lost in her thoughts she smacked open the door to the coffee shop, making a sharp noise. All eyes were already on her. It took her a while to notice that something got stuck in the door during her almost ragelike state. A string to the apron had got wedged in the door. Lifting the apron up as she moved forwards. Showing everything to everyone in the coffeeshop. She was absolutely quitting this job. Epilogue Niya tried to keep out of social media for a while. She never really used it in the first place, so she found it easy to avoid any comments about her. Though Joe had laughed himself silly on their last drink together as he mentioned he did have a photo. She demanded that he not show it to her. Ignorance is bliss, after all. Hannah had tried to get in touch with her, but Niya didn't bother responding. She didn't really like that woman, honestly. Niya also did as she swore that day and left the job soon after. Though her employee had urged her to stay after her amazing performance for the brand; even offering the almost promised promotion and a raise. She didn't really want either of those, though. Niya wanted something different. So what was next? Well, whatever it was, she'd be wearing more than an apron. And maybe she'd get a promotion there.

The Day Everything Changed by desirekirti THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED CH. 01 An Indian small-town girl exposes herself to her friends. Doyel reached out and pulled open the bedroom window to look down and confirm it was indeed them. She peered over and found both waiting there, talking to each other. Samar was already done locking his cycle and was standing there beneath her chatting with Arup, who was crouched, locking his cycle too. She figured it was Samar who had rang the doorbell rather longer than was necessary. Doyel did not want them to know that she was aware it was them, knew they wanted it a surprise as she opened the door so she closed the window as silently as possible, but she could almost hear her heart beating in her chest, as was the norm whenever she put herself in such situations. And she was taking things, or was going to, just a bit (or a lot) further with two of her best friends. Doyel took a few deep breaths and calmed herself. She certainly had a lot of acquaintances while growing up, but very limited actual friends. She always seemed to be a bit reserved, and it took a lot of time to break into and extract her from the shell she cocooned about herself. Once she was out of her shell though, she would trust the person almost completely. But her initial reservations meant most people she met lacked the patience to break through. Doyel certainly shared a pretty good rapport with her parents her sister, who was 7 years her elder, and happily married; and some of her many cousins. It was of course a factor that most of her cousins were girls, and they would often bond over 'girl-talk'. But Doyel had been quite reserved with the rest of her family all through the 18 years of her life. As a result of this, most people could never fathom her or her imaginations since she rarely spoke about them. Little did they realise she saw herself as having several different personalities other than the reserved face she normally showed to the world. Her vivid imagination fed this view of herself, often when walking alone she would flick from avatar to avatar, testing them out, developing them. But to the world and her parents she kept to her reserved face, the mode she had showed for years and had kept her rather apart from the other girls and boys. In the last few years, however, she made some, albeit just a few friends, three of whom were the ones she would frequently spend long hours together with. Incidentally, or rather importantly, two of them, Samar and Arup, were boys. This is particularly interesting because she had always been to all-girl schools, and her household was comprised mostly of girls when it came to her generation. The fourth one in their group was Dona and she was certainly a girl. The four of them gradually got to know each other from common tuition classes, and somehow stuck together. It sort of happened. Friendships are like that. All of them were eighteen, a long two years after 'sweet-sixteen.' Samar was the youngest of them by a few months and had recently celebrated his 18th birthday. They often got together and hung out at either of the girls' places. This was because of two reasons. Firstly, their time together was mostly during the day, and it would be quite hot outside so being inside was best. Secondly, the boys were both from out of town and lived in student accommodation, where girls were not generally allowed. So only the girls' places made sense. It also helped that both girls had working and trusting parents, so having boys in the house in absence of the parents was not a problem. This, however, did not mean they did not go out at all. If they met in the evenings, they would often go to common hangout places, like some café, or the riverbanks. Sometimes they would also go to the movies. It was not that they always met up as the complete set -- the four of them. Often just two or three of them would meet up. Today was one such day. Dona was out of town visiting her maternal grandparents up at the far north of the state. This was a great time to be there, upcountry, as the heat in their hometown was sweltering. This meant that it was just Samar, Arup, and Doyel in town, hence the hangout spot being Doyel's place. And today she was going to be in her daring avatar. It certainly helped that she, like Dona, was from a family where both parents worked, and there would be no one to bother them in the afternoon. She needed it to be that way for her plan to work. After all, she had been waiting for this opportunity for a while. She was letting loose her daring avatar on the unsuspecting Samar and Arup. For some time now, Doyel had been aware that she liked the idea and rush of others seeing her body or parts not normally revealed, especially if it all seemed innocent and accidental. Being physical was not a problem, she had no plans to protect her coital virginity until marriage, or anything similar. She had not shown that much yet, just a few 'accidents' that had teased a few men. But she wanted to go further. Her thoughts and thoughts even of engaging in sexual acts with boys that were not her husband were themselves taboo in the typical society of a small Indian town. She had loved the little disclosures and attention she got and the position of power it seemed to give her. She had discovered this side of herself much more recently by accident. A story perhaps for another time. She craved for a deliberate audience now, a real disclosure. The thing for her now was displaying herself and being appreciated visually. Of course, she did have the attributes to command the appreciation. Years of yoga and swimming had gifted her a trim and stunning body to her 5'6" frame. Doyel had a heart shaped face, a small, pointed nose, a doe-like innocent wide-eyed look and thin lips. Her hair reached beyond her shoulder line and was a dark shade of brown, almost black. A dimple would appear as if by magic on her right cheek when she smiled. Her neck was long and slender, leading down to a round and perky set of 32C breasts, followed by a flat 25" tummy and rounded 34" hips and shapely bottom. Her head was the only part of her body with any hair. She had dispensed with it elsewhere. Often, she would stand naked in front of the mirror and admire herself and would wonder whether the admiration would be at least as much if others saw her. She suspected so. But she knew she would need to be careful to act on her cravings. She would have to be careful whom she risked exhibiting herself to and where. She figured that she would start with people who were the least likely to harm her or defame her. Perhaps later she might be more daring, but always she should consider the risks. After thinking about it carefully in bed, and not a little time with fingers rather wet from her particular thoughts, she decided that she would start off with her friends, Arup and Samar. They already considered her to be a bit naïve, she was sure of that, owing to her reserved and less talkative nature. If only they knew! So, playing stupid would not be a problem. She could make an incident, an incident where she exposed herself. look accidental and unintentional. It excited her. The next step would be chalking out a plan to execute. So here she was, not just planning but executing her plan, on the way to the ground floor to open the door for the duo, wearing nothing, absolutely nothing, but a soaked gamchha, with partially wet hair and wet body. In case you are not familiar, a gamchha is basically a towel made of coarse cotton, and traditionally printed in red, green, and blue checks. As there are no loops or fluffs, it is much lighter than a towel; it is also shorter. The one she was using was also an old one. The print had turned a few shades lighter, and the threads had thinned, increasing the space between them. So, it was just a very light length of fabric. As soon as Doyel had confirmed it was her two friends at the door, she had made a quick trip to the bathroom, removed the gamchha, stood under the shower for a few seconds wetting body and hair. Next, she had wrapped the gamchha around her, tying it loosely at the side below her left armpit, just at the beginning of her breasts. Doyel went to the mirror and did a quick check. The gamchha clung like a second skin to her wet body, the water from her hair left droplets on her shoulders and upper chest. The gamchha extended from just above her breasts to just past her buttocks and, since it stuck to her body, it did not move at all, providing just enough cover for her modesty - in a way. But 'in a way' only, as the thinness of the material and its wetness meant that every contour of her body was revealed. In the mirror she could easily make out the shape of her bottom, crack and all; her deep navel, perky breasts and the poking shape of her nipples which were by now rock solid. A nice feeling. The idea was to convince her audience that she had been late to take a shower, and had to rush out to get the door, even though in truth she had showered almost an hour back and was waiting in her outfit for the boys to arrive and rehearsing in the meantime. She could only imagine the look their faces would have, as they had seen her only in salwar suits or t-shirts and full jeans before. They had never been acquainted even with her beautiful legs, let alone the rest of the usually covered parts of her body! Barely able to contain her excitement, she hurried down the steps and reached the door. The wooden door had a latch at the top, and there was a collapsible gate outside it which was locked from the inside. She just unlatched the door when she remembered, foolishly, she left the key to the collapsible gate upstairs on the sofa. The best laid plans of mice and men and all that! Her planning had not been complete. She also felt her gamchha shift just a little lower while unlatching. After an undecided moment, she peeked around the edge of the door and, of course, found both Arup and Samar still waiting there. "Sorry," she said through the crack of the door, "I forgot the key upstairs. I'll just go get it. Wait here." "Sure, no problem," Arup said for both. She ran upstairs, found the key on the sofa, and ran back down. Just as she turned from the stairs, she realised that in her rush, she had not latched the door when she went to get the key, and it had now swung open and was ajar. The boys were still talking to each other and had yet to notice that she was already downstairs. She decided to go for it in the most casual way possible. So, she approached the collapsible gate and put the key in the lock, all the while looking at her friends out of the corner of her eye. The sound of the key going in the lock made them look in her direction. Arup was saying something to Samar and stopped mid-sentence. Doyel noticed their reaction and spoke in a very matter of fact tone, just as she had rehearsed. "Sorry guys, I was in the shower and was almost done when I heard the bell. I thought you were the courier guy. I am expecting a parcel from Didi, you know, and the courier guys don't really wait." "Yeah, of course, we understand!" came the reply from Samar. The gate was unlocked by now. Doyel felt her gamchha shift just a little lower again. She decided against paying any heed to it for now but made a mental note to check it once she was upstairs. For now, she needed to be fast with the gate as it was visible from the road. Although the road to their house did not see a lot of traffic, especially during this time of the day, she did not want to take any chances. If word got out that she led two boys in, while she was alone at home, people would talk. She opened the gate quickly, let them in, and closed the gate. Then she closed the door and latched it. Once again, she felt her gamchha go down a bit. What if it fell down completely? That would be a real accident, but it would just hurry her plan a bit. As she was working on the gate and the door, she kept noticing the boys out of the corner of her eye. She could see that both of them wore puzzled expressions, but kept looking at her undeterred, under the impression that she did not notice. They had not seen her anything like that before. Once she was done, she intentionally took the stairs first so that they would follow her. She could not look back at them to see their expressions without giving herself away, but she looked tangentially at each of the landings and could see that both were riveted to the hem of the gamchha, she was sure despite it slipping lower they would still be getting a clear view of just the bottom of her buttocks. All made the more exciting to their male minds for being just a peek. The bottom of a cheek dipping into view beneath the gamchha and then the other. Up and down. Had she not shaved so carefully they might even have seen a wisp of hair appearing between her legs. A very personal view. They might even have seen a dampness to the wisp though they might just have thought it was from her shower. It was thrilling just knowing where they were looking and at what. Soon they were upstairs when she led them to her room where they usually sat and chatted. Doyel's was a small and cosy room. She kept the arrangement spartan and quite tidy. There was a single wooden divan pressed against the corner opposite the door. This corner also had a single window, which had an insect net on it. The insect net, apart from keeping insects out, also ensured that the visibility from the outside was poor unless it was dark outside, and the room was illuminated. Doyel usually kept this window open throughout the day allowing a cooling breeze to enter. There was a computer table and a chair just next to the door. The table and chair were of composite plastic material. Samar sat on the side of the bed next to the wall. It was his favourite spot as he could use the wall as a backrest. Arup sat on the open corner, on the other end of the width of the bed. Doyel sat on the plastic chair since she planned to get up shortly. It would be polite, and part of her plan to offer tea. While sitting, she realised that the wet gamchha and her wet buttocks stuck to the plastic chair. She sat, crossing her legs, which now made the gamchha ride up almost till the very top of her thighs. Her pussy was already tingling for a while now, a feeling which just got amped up. It had only been about five minutes since she heard them ring the bell, but she was already quite high on her fantasies and felt time move much slower. They sat there chitchatting for a while. The boys were mostly listening rather than speaking, as it seemed they were too distracted to talk. Doyel pretended not to notice their reticence or where their eyes kept going. On occasion, one of them would utter a monosyllabic response as Doyel chatted on about this and that. It was a little out of character, but she was not in her normal character. This was her daring avatar. Meanwhile the gamchha being a very light fabric and the day hot and dry, Doyel soon felt it drying off. She decided to start implementing the next part of her plan. "So, I was about to make tea. Would you guys like some?" "Sure," replied Arup. "I must tell you first, it will be black tea. Any issues?" "Nope. Black tea is good," Arup again. Samar seemed to have more trouble answering while stealing glances at her. "Okay, black tea coming up." She stood up and started towards the kitchen, walking slightly slower than her normal pace, and with a little extra wiggle to her behind. While getting up she realised the gamchha in drying had rather stuck to the chair and it almost stayed stuck to it with her leaving without it. Almost but not quite, certainly the result was her attire shifted downwards, more modest around the thighs, rather less so around the breasts. On the way to the kitchen, Doyel passed the hall mirror. A quick glance was all she could afford. But it was sufficient to let her know two things. One, except the region of her buttocks, almost the entire gamchha was dry now, meaning in a short while, it would be vulnerable to manipulation by any wind movement. Secondly, the top of her gamchha had gone sufficiently low to show almost the entirety of the top half of her breasts with a decent cleavage but not quite reveal her brown nipples -- perhaps they were holding the material up. Excellent! She had not fully appreciated what the boys had been able to see until now. Added to it, was the fact that the knot was now quite loose and would untie itself at the slightest jerk with the consequence of dry gamchha fluttering to the ground. She memorised the exact position of her dress while walking to the kitchen. This was important for the next part of her plan. Once she stepped into the kitchen, she decided to fully dry off the gamchha so that it would be easier for her in the next steps. She ensured this by removing it and hanging it by a hook on the kitchen wall. With her back to the kitchen entrance, she lit the gas and set a kettle on it. Then it hit her -- their kitchen was a no-door kitchen, she was making tea, completely NAKED, while two boys were waiting for her in her room! She would not realise at first if someone came to the kitchen! What if one of them came down to help her? Would he wonder why the gamchha was on the hook. Perhaps he might think it had just untied itself and she had not yet put it on. Samar or Arup would see her naked. Perhaps even now one was behind her staring, perhaps backing away to hurry back to the room as if he had not seen. The thought itself was driving her horniness to a new level. Naughty girl. The naked girl took a few deep breaths to take control of herself and kept making tea. It was almost ready. Now was the time to put the final stage of her plan into action. She could not allow herself to back out now. The excitement, the sexual excitement of revealing herself to the two boys had taken hold. She took the gamchha and, holding it from the corners, confirmed it was fully dry now. It was slowly moving in her hands with the wind coming in from the kitchen window. A gentle feminine fluttering. She knew for a fact that it would move upon her once she was walking in it. She pulled it around herself in exactly the same way it was when she saw herself in the mirror -- the upper end showing half of her breasts, extending till just below the beginning of her thighs. She tied the knot very loosely on the left side. She wanted it to come untied with the least friction from her arm. She wanted it to come away and flutter from her body leaving herself stark naked before the two boys. Doyel shuddered and then placed three cups of tea and some biscuits on a tray. She picked up the tray and started walking back to her room. She pulled her left arm firmly onto the knot, she did not want it failing early but to come untied just at the right time. In the corridor could hear strips of low volume conversation coming from her room. As she got closer, they became clearer: "Was she really wearing just that gamchha? Nothing else?" "She didn't realise I was staring, right?" Doyel could feel the bottom of the gamchha fluttering and exposing the top of her thighs with every step, though she knew it would not expose her pussy. Not yet anyway. The conversation stopped as soon as she entered her room. Their eyes were transfixed on her. With a twinkle in her eye and an innocent smile, she asks, "So what were you talking about and why did you stop?" Both boys stammered an incoherent reply. She kept smiling and walking towards the bed. While she was still a full step away from the bed, she stopped, bent forward, and slowly moved her arms ahead to place the tray on the bed between them. This had the exact effect she desired. It was as if time itself stopped. With her left arm no longer tight against her body and the gamchha, the loose knot came undone. The ends of the thin sheet of fabric separated. She could feel the fabric slowly peel away from her skin. Once it separated from her, the lightness of the fabric took almost no time between actually being there, and not being there. What a sight she must have been for the boys! Slightly damp, open hair, that innocent face, the pronounced collarbone, the round and perky breasts, the light brown half-inch nipples (which were quite erect at this point), the flat belly, the deep navel, her long flawless legs and right there before them the bald mound of Venus all plump and camel-toe like, and t-- she certainly was a sight to behold. The three of them were absolutely rooted in their positions for a few seconds, which felt a lot longer to each of them. Although Doyel did the planning until now, she overlooked what was to happen beyond this point of time. In the nick of time, she decided to stay confident and keep playing dumb. She took the last step and placed the tray carefully on the bed between the boys. "Oops, sorry", as she slowly bent to pick up the gamchha that had floated to the floor. She turned and walked briskly out of the room clutching the gamchha rather foolishly but actually deliberately to her breasts rather than her bottom and giving the boys a wonderful view of her backside. "Whoa!!", exclaimed Samar, effortfully breaking out of his reverie. "Right.", agreed Arup. "How did THAT happen?" "With her intelligence, she mustn't have realised the fabric dried and the knot came undone." "Man, I definitely want to touch those." "And go to jail for molestation?" "Come on, we are all adults here." "So what? She never agreed to us touching her, or even seeing her. It was an accident." "What if she agrees?" "Huh!?" "I mean, what if we ask her, or request her, and she agrees?" "Fat chance, buddy. Why would she agree?" "Because we will request her, why else? It might take some convincing, but why not take that chance? What if she agrees and lets us?" "If this goes south, we could lose a good friend, and still end up in jail." "Tell me bro, would you not like to take another look at that body of hers? If she lets us, would you not like to do a lot more things than look? We shouldn't force her, obviously. But I don't think she'd mind if we ask, and she refuses. I would of course want to have more, but I would still leave it at the wonderful glimpse I got. No hard feelings. Hey, no pun intended." Samar quietly laughed at his own joke. "As if..." THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED CH. 02 Progression and a surprise. From the next room, Doyel, still naked, breathing heavily from the rush, was eavesdropping. She felt like playing with herself but resisted the idea. That could come later. She decided to put an end to their discussion, and not give Arup time to think of an excuse to disagree with Samar. She wanted them to ask her. She very much wanted that. She had not really expected that. Her plans had not got that far. She wanted them to look at her more. She wanted them to do even more with her if they were willing. Yes, she might not have need to play with herself if... She wanted this. She quickly threw away the gamchha and pulled on a nightie which was in this room. It was a thin sleeveless nightie with knotted strings on the shoulders and came to just above her knees. She did not find it necessary to wear anything underneath. Another time for underwear perhaps. She took a deep breath and walked into her room, pulled up the chair she had been using earlier, and sat at the open end of her bed as if nothing much had happened. "Guys, I am so sorry. I couldn't catch it whilst holding the tea tray with that boiling water. I'm sorry if I offended you. It was not my intention. How embarrassing. I didn't think the gamchha would fall like that. Please don't be mad..." Both boys were spellbound by this. They had had the view of their lives, and she was the one apologising! This was not at all how they expected the situation to go. Samar was quick to respond. He reached out and held her hand in his and sought to reassure her. "Hey! Here, let's have the tea you made for us and talk about it. It was no big deal -- for us." It was apparent from Arup's face that talking about this was quite outside his comfort zone, but he went along with Samar. He picked up his cup and started drinking his tea. "Doyel, you make very good tea. And the tea itself smells great. Is this Assam tea?" "Yes, Arup. This is what we always have at home. I made this for you guys in the past as well, and now you notice?" She cocked an eyebrow, and Arup mumbled something inaudible in response. Samar decided to intervene. "Look, Doyel, no need to be tense. We are all adults here. What happened was an accident. These things happen. Why I..." He paused, seeming to decide that that recollection or accident was not something to enlighten them with at the moment. "Arup and I are not offended. Anything but. I mean we're all naked under clothes and, if I can say this and you will not be offended, there was nothing there to be in any way ashamed of. Your body, and yes we did see rather a lot of it... for just a few seconds, is as beautiful as you are." Quite a speech, but he went on. "You have no need to be or to feel sorry. In fact, with that killer body of yours..." Doyel frowned, was that quite the right expression. Samar bumbled on, "Actually, we really liked the few seconds of glimpse we got. Showed us something more of you than we knew. I mean, it was all very pleasing for a few seconds." He stressed on "few seconds". "You liked seeing me that way?" Doyel used her doe-like eyes to play the innocent. "Hell, yeah! Like I said, you have a killer body. What's not to like?" "Thanks, Samar. I hope I have not offended you, Arup." She said turning to Arup, who began to stammer. "Uh...no, not at all. Just like Samar said, we just had a glimpse, and it was only a few seconds. Nothing more. You have nothing to be embarrassed or sorry about. Um, really nice girl body." "Thanks guys, for being so cool about it. And thanks for the compliment too." She was visibly blushing now. That was genuine. She had not blushed whilst being naked! They drank their tea in awkward silence. Doyel couldn't help but think about the possibilities in which the boys might approach her. Arup and Samar were thinking along the same lines. They wanted to enjoy her body for longer, at least looking at it, without ruining their friendship. Samar finished his tea last. He placed his empty cup on the tray. Doyel quickly leant forward and picked the tray up to bring it back to the kitchen. She also wanted to give the boys time to formulate their approach. Once in the kitchen, Doyel put the tray with their cups in the sink and pulled up the back of the nightie at her neck. This made the front go lower. She knew that decent cleavage would now be visible while she stood or sat straight. But if she leant forward like she just did while picking up the tray, she would now display her breasts entirely. The material would fall away, and she would hang free, and the boys would see. She wanted the boys to feel encouraged but didn't want to appear overtly inviting. She made her way back to her room. On her way back, she could hear snippets of their conversation as before. "Man, I could almost see her boobs when she leant!" one of them was saying. She thought it was Arup. 'Well, they are in for more if they play their cards right,' she thought. The thought made her smile. She rubbed the smile, entered the room, and sat in her chair. Samar started, "So, Doyel, we were just talking about something..." "Yeah?" "Yes, you do understand when we said you have a great body, we really meant it." "Yeah... I mean, thanks." "You are most welcome. You also understand that we could see it only for a few seconds like we said earlier as well." "Okay... Where are we going with this?" "Well, we were wondering if we could, you know, see you for a little while longer?" "Huh!?" She feigned surprise but smiled inwardly. "Yes, I mean, we have already seen it all, even though for a few seconds, but we have seen it all. Is there any use of hiding it deliberately anymore? What do you say, Arup?" Arup was more restrained but vocalised the same thoughts. "Look, Doyel, what Samar is trying to say is that since we have already seen you completely unclothed once, it is something we can't unsee, and we don't want to. With a girl as gorgeous as you, no one would want to forget the view once they saw you like we did. But if you don't mind, we would like to see the beautiful you in the same way for much longer than we did. Only if you don't have a problem with it." "Guys, I don't know..." Doyel pretended to think it over. The boys took this as a close step to affirmation. They wanted to incentivise her trust to push her into a decision. "Doyel, nothing is going to happen against your wishes. Both of us will sit exactly where we are until you say otherwise. You are in charge of this. We just want to look and admire you." Samar added. Doyel concluded that she had played enough and decided to agree now. Not only had she already wanted this when she started, she was quite horny now, and the generous compliments from the boys got her even more excited. "Guys, thank you for saying such wonderful things. I didn't think you would like to look at me this much. And what you said does make sense, you have already seen me naked. Seeing me naked again will not really have more effect on that. So, you just want me to sit here with nothing on. Be with you just as normal but me naked?" Arup looked at Samar and he looked back at his friend. That was exactly what they wanted. They nodded. Doyel shrugged her shoulders and said, 'Okay,' with a smile. The boys could not believe they convinced her with their bullshit logic. They were over the moon! They were now confused as to how they wanted this to proceed. "Well, um... would you then remove your nightie?" Samar asked tentatively. "Ummm... Okay," Her preparation in the kitchen to let them see down her nightie now seemed rather pointless. Things had moved on. Doyel decided to make it as slow and titillating as possible. She untied the knot over her right shoulder. The nightie dropped from the right down onto the swell of her breast, the shoulder now naked. She put her left hand across her breasts to hold the nightie in place. She then proceeded to untie her left shoulder. In her state, she pulled at the wrong end of the knot. Now it was stuck. She kept trying to no avail. Even if she kept both her hands free, she would have been unable to reach this knot with her left hand. So, she kept trying with her right, and made matters worse. Finally, she gave up and decided to involve the boys. "Arup, can you please help me with this?" she asked Arup, who was sitting closer to her. Arup sprang up from the bed and tentatively reached for her garment with shaky hands. When he too failed in his attempts, Samar came up with a suggestion. "Perhaps this can be done another way." "Which is?" Doyel was all ears, as was Arup. Samar came up and stood beside Doyel on her right, opposite to Arup. "Would you mind standing up?" he asked her. Doyel slowly stood up from the chair, her left hand still cradling her breasts, and Arup's hands still holding the knot on her left shoulder. "Now, Arup, stand right there and take hold of the bottom hem of her nightie from that, while I do the same from this side." Arup followed Samar's instruction while Doyel kept watching them working. "Now, when I say, we both lift the nightie together above her head. Doyel, would you please put your hands up when the nightie reaches your neck?" "Uh, sure," she responded, though she was less sure than she said, mostly because this was going to be faster -- she was going to be naked almost in a flash. And it would not be her in control. The thought terrified and excited her at the same time. She had never been this exposed, at least not in front of more than one person, and that too boys. Both of them bent slightly to reach the hem, looked at her and then looked at each other. Samar nodded, and they started pulling the nightie off their best friend together. She closed her eyes. They were fast, perhaps anticipating she still might change her mind, and not wanting to give her enough time to do so. In no time, the fabric reached her neck. Doyel took a deep breath and put her hands up, not waiting for them to tell her so. She felt the nightie slipping up her arms, its hem now high above her head but the neck hole still below her head. She could see nothing beyond the inside of the nightie and the light coming in from without. She could see nothing, but the boys could see everything. Her head was hidden within her nightie, but her body completely exposed to the boys. There was a pause as, presumably, the two of them gazed without having her seeing what they were doing. The delight of the voyeur indeed, seeing without being seen. It was strangely exciting. Knowing she was being seen but not seeing the reaction. But the boys could not leave it there for long and soon the nightie was up over her hands and away from her body. She was now standing naked in front of two guys, her friends, of her own volition. No drama, no accidents. The realisation itself was enough to weaken her knees for an instant. She sat back down on the chair, hands by her sides, eyes still closed. Samar and Arup were standing and marvelled at the sight -- the naked girl, the willing naked girl before them, her head, with eyes closed, reaching to the level of their waists. Both the boys bent to examine her beauty more closely. Doyel sat with her eyes closed, her hands resting on her thighs, her thighs not fully closed, her feet almost a foot apart. She did not hide anything. She did not want to. She wanted to be closely inspected by her friends. She wanted them to get so close to her that she would feel them breathe on the skin of her neck, her breasts, everywhere. Even though she had been anticipating it, her fingers having been already rolled into fists, the first breath on her nipple still made her draw in a sharp breath. It was shortly followed by another breath on the other side. Her excitement was reaching new heights by now, how close were they if she could feel their breath. Her thighs parted a little more. Should she allow them to really inspect? Almost as if they were doctors. Should she perhaps lie on the bed and allow them to probe -- but would that not lead to...? She was really excited now. If one or both decided to get close down and look at her sex -- take a close inspection, they would see the wetness was no longer anything to do with her shower. They would know! But she could feel their primary inspection was still focussed on and near her breasts - for now. "Ding-ding -- Please open the door" All three of them were startled by the sudden ring of the doorbell. Doyel snapped her eyes open, and at the same moment she saw the boys standing up straight, looking bewildered. She glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was just half-past two, still at least a few hours till her mother were supposed to be back home. "Can one of you please check who rang the doorbell?" Doyel asked. Samar immediately started heading to the stairs. "From the window, duffer." She rebuked. "Ah, yes, of course," he looked out the window. "Who is it?" "Passport verification for a Ms. Doyel," came the response. "Please come downstairs." "Doyel, there is a man downstairs to verify your passport. I think you will need to see him." "Okay." Arup hurriedly handed her the nightie she had been wearing before. She wore it while walking towards the stairs and disappeared from view. The boys revelled in the excellent view her bottom offered in the process. They were still dazed at what had just transpired. They were yet to believe the direction it had all taken. It seemed as if this was all too good to be true. The interruption was so unwelcome, so unexpected, so annoying. "I guess THAT just happened..." Samar spoke first, keeping up with his usual initiative. "I guess it did, thanks to your idea." Arup was more conservative in his response. "Did you notice the veins running from her chest to her nipples?" "What? That is all you noticed?" Arup stared at Samar in disbelief. "No! What I mean is, it is hell of a lucky day that we got so close to her that we could see features in as much details as this!" Samar tried to clarify. "I get it, man. Was just pulling your leg," chuckled Arup, then added, "Don't worry, I loved this too. Never anticipated this from her, and I mean that in the best way possible. And did you see she had no hair, you know, down there." "It did sort of come to my attention. Maybe we can have a repeat when that stupid man goes." "Let's not push our luck. Perhaps we should be content with what we have." "Hmmm..." Samar replied frowning. Arup understood Samar was interested in more, at least in terms of frequency. "Okay, tell you what, let's see how she acts once she is back upstairs. If it is awkward from her end, we might need to calm her down first. We don't want to ruin the friendship. That is more important." "Okay, man. I understand your point. Let's see how it goes." While the boys were discussing whether or not to take chances on future possibilities of whipping Doyel's nightie off again, something entirely new was happening downstairs. Doyel wore the nightie while she was walking towards the stairs. She was almost at the bottom of the stairs when it hit her -- the nightie was the only material on her body! Just an old, light, sleeveless nightie tied only by strings on the shoulders! This however reminded her to check the knots, she recalled one had been undone earlier. Fortunately, the knot was in place now. Probably Arup had ensured that before handing her the nightie. It was not an outfit to greet a stranger at the door. But the bell rang again. He was insistent. This still did nothing to change the fact that she was near the door, wearing just a revealing nightie, ready to meet a completely unknown person. She contemplated running upstairs and grabbing a chunni (a light cover cloth, typically worn with salwar suits) to cover herself. However, her thoughts were already on overdrive with what had transpired between Arup, Samar and herself, and the future possibilities. She also knew that bribing was a common practice for passport verification, otherwise the application would simply be rejected. She decided she would certainly offer a bribe to the official, just that it would not be monetary. She deduced that if anything would go sideways, she still had two boys in the house who could defend her. She decided to go with it. THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED CH. 03 An Indian small-town girl exposes herself to a stranger. For a second or two Doyel stood at the door preparing herself. Outside this passport official was waiting to see her - waiting impatiently - upstairs her two friends were, no doubt, also impatient for her to return. She had just been showing herself off to them - revealing her naked body to them - and she had expected more to happen imminently. Instead, she and they had been interrupted. Her careful plans going out of the window. In her aroused state - and she certainly was aroused - could she turn this change to her advantage. Certainly, it would do no harm to have Samar and Arup wait. She had them on a hook. Best to let the fishing line and reel have its play before reeling them in. The arrival of the official was not only unplanned, but also unanticipated. She had applied for her passport a couple weeks back, was aware that there would be a verification process involved, but she had not been expecting the verification to be happening this soon. Could she perhaps have some fun with this official? Could she further her own sexual pleasure. Her scheming avatar was coming to the fore. Doyel smiled to herself as she reached for the door. To give you some perspective and, hopefully, not bore you with prosaic details, a passport application is always verified for residential address of the applicant. This verification is carried out by the local intelligence office, an arm of the district administration. Usually, the office would depute a clerk to each case who would verify the address through a physical visit and then a document check. The clerk would expect a standard amount for approving the application, a part of which would also be shared with the officer overseeing the application. The rates and percentage shares of such transactions were revised from time to time. Of course, nothing was official about this, but this was sort of an open secret and common knowledge across the general populace. It was not a scale of official charges but a bribe to ensure the smooth processing of the application. Without it the process might take a very long time. Doyel was aware of the process but had not expected the official so soon and had been caught surprised at the official arriving at such an inopportune moment. However, she intended to turn this to her advantage, being already worked up to quite an extent. She could feel that lovely wet feeling between her legs. Not uncommon for her and mostly very welcome. Her scheming intention now to try her luck at negotiating this in an interesting and exciting way without the use of any money at all, although, of course, she did have money upstairs in her room as a backup should she need it. A win-win situation. She would keep her money and have some fun and an interesting experience. Doyel opened the latch at the top of the door. This time she already had the keys to hand on the hook at the back of the door, but she did not want to unlock the collapsible gate yet. She opened just the door to see a middle-aged gentleman standing there with some papers in his hand. He was of average height and build, had a good head of salt and pepper hair, mostly still pepper, and an averagely thick salt and pepper moustache, mostly salt. Underneath his thick lips showed displeasure at being kept waiting. He was wearing a short sleeve checked shirt and grey trousers. His overall appearance and attire were a complete reflection of a typical babu, a clerk in a government office, quite used to sitting at his desk all day long, doing chitchat with his colleagues that was completely unconnected and irrelevant to his work. No doubt it required great effort on his part to bother leaving his desk to take care of such mundane duties as the physical verification of passport applications, though no doubt the additional fee was quite an incentive. What did he want from her? What did he want to check? Perhaps in addition to Doyel's address, he would like to verify her sex was as stated on her application form? Doyel shivered at the naughtiness of her thoughts. If, improbably, he did want to verify this, how would he do it? Would he want to undertake a full bodily inspection and check if she had the right body parts to justify her claim? Would he want her to stand to attention, all in her birthday suit, while he checked each of her girl parts, poking and prodding everywhere to ensure they were genuine? Almost like a medical examination but not quite like that - not at all! Doyel was having all these thoughts in the moment and her imagination was running wild. She realised she was getting wetter, her breath was coming in sighs, and her nipples were no less erect than they had been before. Her nightie, thin from age and sleeveless with knotted strings to the shoulders dropping to just above her knees was rather dark in colour. This would help camouflage the contour of her nipples, at least, she thought it would, in case the man at the door did not appreciate her potential proposal for not being paid in cash, but in kind. "Hello, I am Doyel." "Gupta, from the passport office," he responded announcing himself, "I have come to verify your address against your application." He was nonchalant at her state of (un)dress. This surprised Doyel. This was not expected. This was not the reaction she had received from the boys. Did he not perhaps appreciate young women? "How long have you been living here?" he continued. "I was born here. My grandfather built this house. After he passed, my father, being an only child, became the owner of the house." "Ms. Doyel, let me repeat, how long have you been living here, at this address?" he seemed to be irritated but she had answered his question. Doyel, for one, was certainly irritated. He had her application, he knew how old she was, and she told him she was born here! He seemed a stickler for procedure. Did he really want her to repeat the information he already had? "18 years, 8 months." She replied curtly. "Thank you. Who is the owner of the house?" Again? This guy was certainly irritating Doyel - brassing her off indeed. But she tried to maintain her calm demeanour. She needed him to approve her application. "The owner of the house is my father." And she added her father's name. "Thank you. Please confirm the address for me." Doyel told him the address which of course he knew. She then noticed that with every answer, he was marking the answers on a form of some sort. She understood then why he wanted very specific answers to his questions - he was just following protocol! Absurd, but that seemed to be how it was. She calmed down. She also noticed now that with every question, he would look around at the house, and then look at her, as if, she thought, trying to check for possible reasons for rejecting the application. He went on to ask about her educational qualification, her marital status, her mother's name, and several other questions presumably mentioned on the form. Every time he looked down while scribbling in his paper, Doyel gradually pulled her nightie in the front until she felt the top of the neck hole at the back of her neck. She discreetly cast her eyes down to check the front and found that a good part of the top of her breasts was now visible, and she was displaying a decent amount of cleavage. She was going to try out her scheme or at least unsettle him. The idea of exposing herself to this stranger excited her. He was annoying, very annoying, but might that make the exposure even better - for her? Once he completed his questioning, the clerk, Gupta, told Doyel she would need to sign the paper. She moved behind the door and took the keys from the hook. While doing so, she also inspected herself and took a moment to think of her course of action. If she wanted to actually expose herself, she would have to move both of them away from the sight of the road. She formulated a plan and started unlocking the collapsible gate. She had to bend forward just a bit to use the key on the lock, and knew that while doing so, most of her breasts would now be on display. If he decided to look at the right place, which she hoped he did, he would see almost everything except her areolae and nipples. Perhaps this would be inviting enough, she thought. It would certainly excite her. Doyel cast a glance up at Gupta, and sure enough, he did not notice her looking at him because he himself was looking down her nightie with a longing expression, the longing of a man who has fasted for a long time and was still going hungry! She knew she had him. Time to reel the line in. Not the fishing line upon which she thought she had Samar and Arup well and truly caught but a second line. She was becoming quite the fisherwoman! Now it was just a matter of who would move first. She had the gate unlocked soon enough and started pushing one end of the gate to slide and open. It moved a little with a jerk, but then it refused to move further. The gate was probably jammed, and the gap was not enough. She needed to open more. She was now having to put more effort into the push. She got irritated that Gupta was just standing there, pen and papers in hand, not making any attempt to help her! She pushed more now, and with a jerk, the gate finally moved. Then the realisation dawned on her - the knotted string of the nightie, which was supposed to be on her right shoulder, was now resting comfortably at her right elbow, exposing her entire right breast to prying eyes! Prying eyes across the street as well as Gupta's - only she thought his body would obscure the sight from any neighbour who was out. Unlikely as that was in the heat. She avoided the temptation to look at the situation, lest she give away her knowledge. But she was quite sure of it because she felt the string at her elbow, and clearly felt the end of the fabric trying to push her breast from below. She knew she had achieved what she wanted to, albeit partially and inadvertently, but she had. She was partially exposed to this stranger. Doyel made no attempt to look down or pull up her nightie, continuing her façade of being oblivious to the state of undress she was in, and took the papers from Gupta, who she noticed seemed almost uninterested in them now. Clearly he was much more interested in her exposed breast than anything else. She asked him to come in and moved behind the door so she could be out of sight from the road. "Where do I need to sign?" she asked looking at the forms. "At the bottom of pages 1, 3 and 7, in the boxes marked 'applicant'", Gupta told her breast. His eyes not looking at her face at all. "Pen please," she extended her right hand. "Yes, sure," he handed his pen. This time he was looking at her face, for a change. Doyel took this opportunity to do something she knew would be quite direct. Her next movements, although quite quick, would be happening for her in slow motion. She extended her right hand, took the pen, and while carefully looking over the form, straightened her right arm towards the ground, while simultaneously slacking both shoulders. The effect was that the string of her nightie, which was at her elbow, now reached her forearm towards her wrist. Then with one swift movement she pulled up her hand, with the pen, straight towards the forms in her left hand. This resulted in the string of the nightie on her right becoming completely free of her shoulder and arm, to dangle lazily at her side, completely exposing her right breast without any hindrance. Her nightie was now held on her body only by the string on the left shoulder. On her right side, everything from her neck till her waist was exposed to Gupta. If Doyel had looked up at Gupta now, she would have seen saucers in place of his eyes. But she did not. She chose to focus on the form at hand. She took her own time in going over the pages, finding the boxes he mentioned and then signing them. She then handed over the pen and papers to the official, who she had to call from his trance. "Is this all, sir?" Doyel asked innocently. "Well, there would be some documents we will need to further your application." Hee stammered through the list of documents, "Please bring them with you to the office tomorrow, along with... along with two photocopies of each. We will then process the application further." He stammered on and had difficulty in completing sentences. "Okay, Mr. Gupta. Anything else?" Doyel was wondering why he was still not asking for his bribe. Perhaps he was too distracted, or maybe he was afraid he might give away her state and she might correct it. She was sure he would be disappointed by that! "Oh, well... yes, there is something more. We do expect some benefits for processing the applications; you will then have a passport and visit countries abroad... you know, it is a difficult job, you should look after us some too..." he stammered on. "Oh!" Doyel paused as if the import of what he was saying was sinking in. "Well, you see, I am just a student. I do not earn anything yet, and my parents are not home right now. I am not sure how I can extend any benefits to you..." Doyel feigned negotiation. "Of course, I understand. But you see, I need to pass most earnings to my superiors as well... and if there are none," he spread out his hands, "I will have to answer to them." Having sensed there was a hint of weakness, Gupta was more confident now. He was perhaps sensing how he could actually use this to his benefit. "I am sorry, but it is necessary." He paused, waiting. Doyel sensed the change in his tone and knew that her plan was successful. She just had to play along for a bit more. "Is there some other way that this can be solved? Can I invite you for lunch at home some time when my folks are home?" She tried to sound keen on not paying him money. "That won't work," Gupta replied seriously, "my superiors... but I have a different proposal." "Okay, what is it?" "Maybe I can take care of the amount to be paid to the others, in exchange..." he was still playing around. He paused as if unsure quite how to put what was in his mind. "In exchange? What exchange?" she pretended to be impatient now. "In exchange for a bit of your cooperation." "Sure, what do you need?" Doyel spoke brightly as if it was all sorted. "Well, I need you to promise me two things now - no noise, and no movement" "Okay, sure." "I want you to take a note of your attire at this moment." It was then that Doyel decided that it was fine to look at herself finally. She cast her eyes down and could see that her earlier movements had indeed had the desired effects - her right breast was exposed in its full glory, as was everything from her collarbone till her waist on the right side. She pretended to notice for the first time. A gasp and a suitable "Oh, no!" escaped her lips. By reflex, she tried to move her hand down to pull up her nightie. But Gupta's voice stopped her. "I said, no movement!" he commanded, and then softly added, "you promised." She stood still. Gupta came closer to her. They were almost of the same height. Then he bent forward and began a close inspection of her breast, similar to the inspection her friends had been conducting. She closed her eyes again as soon as she felt his breath on her skin. She could feel his movements with closed eyes, her breath coming in sighs. But it only lasted for a bit. Gupta had stopped. Doyel opened her eyes to see him standing straight, looking at her. "Turn around." He ordered. Now she had no idea where this was going, but she did as he asked. "I hope you don't mind a bit of contact." Saying this, he simply lifted her nightie from the back until it reached up to her waist and then put a hand on her bottom. This surprised Doyel. She had neither planned nor expected contact. Added to that the fact that she had never been touched directly on her skin by anyone since her mother stopped bathing her when she was six or seven. She had in fact anticipated some touching and groping from Samar and Arup, but her thoughts had concerned mostly other parts of her body. She had certainly not expected the first touch to be on her bottom. Even so, here she was, standing right at the entrance of her house with papers in one hand and a pen in the other wearing next to nothing, whilst her male friends waited upstairs to see her undress, and this complete stranger was playing with her naked buttocks. A gasp escaped her lips. He certainly was playing - not just touching. Gupta was caressing her buttocks. He was taking turns on the sides, not her hips but the sides of her buttocks. He would caress one side for some time and move to the other side. He was surprisingly gentle. It was as if he was worshipping the beauty of her buttocks! And then his fingers moved to stroke each cheek full on, pinching a little as if testing their quality. Then he moved each up and down alternately in his hands before parting each cheek. What was he looking at! "Bend over. Put your hands on the wall." Gupta commanded. Doyel obeyed his instructions, biting her lip as she did so. She held on to the paper and pen and put her knuckles on the wall for support while bending at her waist pushing out her bottom towards Gupta. Until now, Gupta had been holding the lifted nightie with one hand. Now he pulled the hem right above her waist and rolled the length of the nightie up her back. She could feel its rolled weight nestling in in the dip of her lower back. For her part, Doyel was momentarily alarmed. She was now in a position for sexual intercourse. One of many - of course - but a popular and easy position. A quick unzipping on Gupta's part and his no doubt already hard member could be poking down below her bottom cheeks and finding her entrance. Given how wet she was, Doyel knew from many solo experiences in bed that ingress would not be difficult for Gupta - unless he was very large. A thought for another time! In her bed she had stuffed herself with fingers and other times with... Should she stop him now? But having secured the use of both his hands, Gupta unexpectedly squatted on the floor. This put his face directly at the level of Doyel's buttocks. He started again gently palming and caressing them with both hands. He seemed in no hurry and was very clearly enjoying playing around, caressing them, squeezing, and releasing them, and caressing them again. Meanwhile, a relieved Doyel was loving the attention. She was loving being touched... even if she was also worried about how far this would or could go. Gupta parted her buttocks and gently put a finger on her bottom hole. Doyel drew in a sharp breath. This was something she had not expected. Not only was someone other than herself touching her but... "Doyel, is everything alright?" it was Arup's voice from the top of the stairs. Doyel jerked out of her blissful sexual state. "Yes, yes, everything's fine," she called back shrilly. Her voice not its normal self. "Okay," Arup answered, apparently satisfied. For a moment she was worried Arup would come down the stairs. She stood up, bringing her body to the vertical and allowing the nightie to fall back down. She turned to face Gupta, who was on his feet by then, looking serious. "You seem to have company, Miss," he said, clearly annoyed, whilst almost snatching the set of papers and the pen from her. "Yes, just a couple of friends," Doyel said as a matter of fact. It had perhaps been a good interruption. Had things been getting out of hand? "Seems a guy..." "Guys AND a girl, upstairs." She lied to avoid any further questions or remarks from Gupta. "Hmmm. Thank you for your cooperation. Like I said, you will need to visit the office with some documents for further processing. Here is the list of documents," he handed her the list on a slip of paper. "Tomorrow? Like you said before?" she asked to confirm. "No, tomorrow will not be possible. I just remembered I have another appointment. Please visit on Friday." "Okay, what time?" "Around noon would be good." Doyel was not surprised at the choice of time. She knew it had to be around noon on Friday, since that was when the office would be mostly empty for lunch. Gupta needed that privacy. He would be hoping she would come alone. "Alright. I will be there." "Okay, see you then. Best if you were unaccompanied. I will need to carry out some further checks. Personal checks you understand. I hope for your... co-operation?" Gupta added. Then he did something unexpected. He brought his left hand forward and gently placed it on her exposed breast. Doyel just looked at his hand on her breast, and then looked at him. She said nothing. Doyel saw Gupta smile for the first time since they met. He gently squeezed her breast and teased her nipple. "Your co-operation?" "I will co-operate." "You know, you are very beautiful." Saying this, Gupta simply turned and walked out the door. Doyel kept standing just behind the door, her complete right side exposed, and a lovely feeling in her belly - the feeling of being appreciated. She loved how she felt at that moment and wanted it more. She did not bother dressing back up. She had made up her mind about what she wanted to do next. She did not bother with the collapsible gate either. She simply closed the door and pulled up the latch. Then she turned and pulled the knot of the nightie on her left shoulder. It came untied. The nightie dropped to the floor from its own weight. She stepped out of it. Doyel decided this was how she would be going upstairs to Arup and Samar. Naked, unadorned, her nipples extended and, yes, her wetness running down the inside of her thighs. An aroused young women. Aroused from both her exposure to Samar and Arup and now Gupta. This was Doyel in her sexually predatory avatar! A young woman in heat, a young woman knowing what she wanted. She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror and paused. It was a sight that pleased her. A young woman with a trim, brown body, with full, rounded breasts and perky hard nipples. She smiled at herself and both her lips and her doe like wide eyes smiled back at her, that dimple that was such a pretty feature appearing on her right cheek. She looked down at her sex, at the hairless mound with that little divide splitting it almost in two, and, just where it disappeared between her legs she could see, catching the light, a droplet of 'dew.' 'Dew' indeed! Sexual wetness. Sexual lubrication for... Doyel knew just how wet she was between her legs - wet and lubricated right up to inside her where only her fingers and... a few other things had travelled. She saw herself as the aroused young woman that she was. Visibly aroused. Perhaps a little less obvious than if it had been an aroused Samar, Arup, or Gupta naked on the stairs. What a sight that would be! Doyel relished the thought. A naked man rising up the stairs, his limbs moving and with penis extended and hard. What a sight that would be. Might Samar and Arup... but she was getting ahead of herself. She wanted to be naked with them, naked with them clothed - at first. Showing herself off. Gupta had taken an especial interest in her bottom and bottom hole. What might Samar and Arup want to see? Doyel continued her walk on up the stairs.

T-shirt for sale by FunKelly T-shirt for sale. Part 1 This is my first story on this site so I figured I'd start by sharing a few details about myself. My name is Kelly and I have a small T-shirt business in Southwest Oregon. The majority of my sales are to the local schools, municipalities, softball teams etc. I also make designer shirts that I sell at fairs, flea markets and such on the weekends. My business allows me a good living but consumes all of my time. Now about my physical description. I am 5' 3" tall and 121 pounds. My hair is jet black and cut short. Then there's my breasts. They are a small size '"B", closer to an "A" actually. I do however have a greats ass though, or so I've been told. Well, enough about me personally for now. Let me tell you about the weekend that changed my life when I decided to get away for some "Me Time". I had never been to San Francisco. The fact that it was only a five hour drive made it a suitable destination for a weekend getaway. I booked a room at a nineteenth century hotel for an upcoming weekend in June on line. I left Oregon at noon on Friday and arrived at my hotel around 5:30 p.m. An attractive woman about thirty years old checked me in. She was dressed in a white conservative pant suit and introduced herself as Kim. She then offered her services if I needed anything, being I was from out of town and traveling alone to the big city. I went to my room located on the fourth floor and walked in. The room was decorated in Victorian fashion and absolutely awesome. After unpacking my things, I changed into a yellow cotton sundress that came down to my middle thigh area. I had chosen a white bra and white cotton panties so they could not be seen through the thin yellow material of the dress. Ankle socks and white sneakers finished my attire for the warm evening out. Grabbing my purse, I headed down to the lobby to ask for recommendations for a local casual restaurant in the area for dinner. Kim was still working the hotel lobby desk when I exited the elevator. She gave me a big smile and asked, "Where are you off to Kelly?" I asked her for a recommendation for dinner and she told me, "You should try "Albert's Restaurant". It's only two blocks down to the left. They have really good food there. And if you decide you'd like a drink after your dinner, I'll be at "Brian's Pub". It's only three blocks up the street in the opposite direction". I thanked her and let her know I might take her up on the invitation for drinks. As I walked away I heard her call out. As I turned towards her she said, "Oh by the way Kelly, Nice dress", giving me a smile that seemed a bit seductive. Thinking about what Kim had said about my sundress, as I walked down towards Albert's Restaurant, I started feeling a bit exposed. The warm San Francisco breeze was blowing across my nearly naked legs and no one was wearing a dress similar to mine. There were some women wearing very revealing clothing, but I felt that a well timed breeze could reveal my white cotton panties at any moment. I've worn this dress a dozen times before at home, but never felt underdressed or even slutty for that matter. I entered Albert's and was seated by the hostess in the family friendly restaurant. Maybe it was paranoia, but I felt that if I didn't cross my legs, any number of people could see my crotch with the right vantage point. My server arrived and I immediately ordered a margarita as she handed me a menu. I drank my Margarita, then ate the fabulous meal I had ordered, trying to remember not to expose myself to anyone in the restaurant. Do you know how hard it is to eat a full meal with your legs crossed ? Well I can tell you, it gets uncomfortable. I finished my second margarita, paid my tab and returned back out to the street. It was now 8:15 p.m. and the two margaritas were making me feel a bit tipsy. I'm not a big drinker but was glad the effect allowed me to be a bit less anxious. I decided to walk up the street and meet Kim at "Brian's Pub". Walking up the street with a cooler San Francisco breeze blowing across my shoulders and legs, not to mention up my inner thighs was adding a bit of arousal to my short journey. I entered Brian's Pub and looked for Kim. It was a small place with about 19 to 20 patrons, 1 female bartender and a young guy dressed in short shorts and a skin tight T-shirt, who could barely be 21 years old, waiting the tables. I would later find out his name was Andre. I must say, Andre was a cutie! The place didn't seem like the kind of bar Kim would frequent very often. She seemed much more reserved than those I was seeing as I scanned the place for her. Andre walked up to me and asked if I was looking for someone. I replied, "Yes but I don't see her here". He asked, "Does 'She' have a name ?" I responded, "Yes. Her name is Kim, but I don't think she's here". "Hey Kim! There's someone here to see you!", Andre yelled out. A woman got up from her seat at the bar and made her way over to us. I almost fell over when I realized it was Kim. Her normally flowing hair was now spiked into some sort of grunge look. She was wearing a black leather halter top with no bra, short cut off jeans that allowed the red waist band of her thong to be seen running across her lower back and black military boots. Like I said, I almost fell over. T-shirt for sale. Part 2 In an attempt to not seem so shocked at Kim's change in appearance, I looked around at the people in the bar, as she approached me. There were men in suits at a corner table, along with what appeared to be a few young male and female gay couples at different tables located around the pub. There were people dressed in similar fashion to Kim's attire and some guys sitting at the bar in their work uniforms. With such an eclectic clientele, I felt more comfortable in my short, thin dress, although the yellow color could not be toned down. Kim smiled and said, "Kelly ! You made it!", as she gave me a hug. I smiled back and responded. "Thanks for inviting me". "I do love that dress", she repeated, with the same seductive smile I had seen earlier. She took my hand and led me to a booth in the corner. She then called Andre over to us. Andre's frizzy black hair, slim but very fit body, smooth dark tan skin and adorable smile could only be described as "Yummy". Kim looked at her phone to see it was almost 9:00. "Another hour until things gets interesting", she said. "Interesting?", I asked. "Yeah. The place will fill up by 10:00, then Becky, that's the bartender, will ring that bell behind the bar. Andre will strip down to only his little white bikini briefs and sneakers. He always wears white because of the contrast to his dark skin. He'll take the drink orders dressed like that until closing time, making boo-coo bucks in tips. Sometimes women in the crowd will take off their tops and help him deliver the drinks to the tables. It's their chance to fulfill their fantasies and walk around topless in a safe environment. Some even get totally naked! That's why I grabbed this booth. It has a great view of all of it". As my mind was processing what I had just heard, Andre stood before us and said, "I know what you're having Kim, but what about your knew friend?" Kim looked at me and said, "I'm having a fireball shot and a beer. How about you?" I admitted the two margaritas I had at Albert's had me still feeling pretty good, as I started counting the minutes until I would see Andre stripped down to his bikini briefs, in my mind. Kim looked at Andre and said, "Andre, this is Kelly". He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you Kelly. Welcome to San Francisco". "Andre, we'll have two fireball shots, one beer and one water". Andre took the ordered and walked towards the bar as his tight buns had me mesmerized. Kim interrupted my little trance and whispered, "Relax girl. Take your time. But you do have a 50/50 chance with that one. Andre is bi-sexual". "I don't know what your talking about", I mumbled, feeling embarrassed that I had been so transparent. Andre returned with the drinks and started our tab on the I-phone he was using to take the drink orders, as I just looked away, trying to avoid getting caught staring at the beautiful young specimen again. Kim slid my water towards me, keeping my shot I little further away, downed her shot, picked up her beer and said, "We don't want you to get sloppy drunk, Kelly. You'll miss all the fun". I took a sip of my water and asked, "Were you serious about what you said happens here?' "Oh yeah", she replied so nonchalantly. "Some women really get naked?" I asked. A casual, "Yup", was her response. "Is that safe?", I continued. "Kelly. Most of these people are regulars. We police the joint ourselves. The guys from the auto shop" (as she pointed to the five men in uniforms sitting at the bar) can usually calm any issues, just because of their size and numbers. I've seen those lawyers (pointing at the men in suits at the corner table) give some who were getting belligerent a couple $100.00 bills, as long as the left and drank somewhere else. We like our pub. We like being able express ourselves. We don't like drama", she explained. T-shirt for sale. Part 3 Again I found myself mentally coming to grips with what I had just learned. 'I wasn't in Kansas anymore', so to speak. Kim turned to me and asked, "Any more questions Kelly ? Ask whatever you want. You can see why I love this place". I hesitated, then replied, "No. No. I have no more questions", in what could have been considered a whisper. Kim leaned toward me and asked, "No questions about why I look so differently than when I'm at work? I noticed the look on your face when you first saw me after entering the pub. You don't want to know if I've ever gone topless here ?", she asked, as she giggled. I fell silent even though I desperately wanted to know the answers to the two questions. "Well then. Let's talk about you", Kim said, as she slid closer to me and leaned in to talk. I thought I was going to have to wait until 10:00 for things to get interesting. I was wrong. "Kelly, correct me if I'm wrong. Your a small town girl who works constantly. You love your business but it keeps you from other pleasures. This is the first time you've been away from home in years. You haven't got a single tattoo on that delightful little body of yours. You've shaved your beaver twice in the last twenty four hours even though you have no idea if anyone will see or taste it, and you haven't been brought to orgasm by anyone other than yourself for as long as you can remember. Am I right?" I sat there speechless with a look of sheer horror on my face. I didn't know how, but Kim was right on all counts. I finally uttered the word, "What?" Can you believe it ? That's all I came out with. That one little word "What". Kim just smiled and repeated her question. "Well. Am I right?" I started to stutter, searching for some response, but nothing came out of my mouth. Nothing that made any sense anyway. I noticed several more people had entered the pub as I sat in silence. "Kelly. Do you have any tattoos ?" Kim asked. I meekly shook my head, "No". "Is your pussy shaved as smooth as a baby's behind ?" I meekly shook my head, "Yes", feeling totally embarrassed. "Can you recall your last orgasm not brought on by your fingers, wand or whatever you use?" I reached for the fireball shot and downed it in seconds. While I was reaching for my water to put out the burning sensation caused by the hot and spicy liquor, Kim smiled again and said, "You don't have to answer that last question. We both know the answer to that". I looked at Kim and assertively asked. "How do you know those things ? Have you been cyber stalking me, using my on-registration for the hotel or something ?" Kim just smiled again and replied, "I don't know. Did you mention you shave your pussy and masturbate on the registration form ?", as she giggled some more. "Then how do you know these things?", I insisted. Andre arrived at that moment to check on our drinks. Kim told him she'd have another round, then looked toward me. I nodded that I would also have another shot. Andre said, "I'll be right back ladies" and walked off to the bar. "Please Kim. Tell me how you know these things". She tried to be reassuring as she told me to relax. The expression on my face must have told her I needed to know. "I'll tell you what Kelly. You go the ladies room and remove you bra and panties, put them in your purse and come back out. Then I'll tell you", she said. "I'm not doing that !", I exclaimed, looking around to see if anyone heard me. She continued, "As an added bonus, I'll tell you why I dress like this when I'm not at work, and whether or not I've gone topless at this bar too". Andre returned with our drinks as I just sat there confounded. Waiting for him to leave again, I looked at Kim and arrogantly said, "I'm not doing that. I can't". She sweetly replied, "No sweat honey. It'll be our little mystery". "I do have to use the bathroom though. Where is it ?" Kim pointed to the back wall and said, "Right past the end of the bar". I took another sip of my water, grabbed my purse and headed for the ladies room. I was so relieved it was vacant and a single user restroom. I locked the door behind me and looked into the mirror. I was looking flush and confused. I told myself to relax but couldn't understand how she knew these things. Especially that I had shaven my pussy twice in the last twenty four hours. I shaved it last night when I was showering, and again earlier today at the hotel room. 'How did she know that ?" I asked myself. "And why did I feel the need to take the razor to my mound a second time?" T-shirt for sale. Part 4 I splashed some cold water on my face, as I decided to let Kim know that I appreciated her company, but decided to go back to the hotel. I needed to prepare my schedule for the following day and get a good nights sleep. After a sigh of relief, I lifted up my dress, pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet to pee. My outer self was telling me it was the right choice, but my inner self was staring down at the smooth skin of my bald mound and churning up some hidden sexual fantasy. I was talking myself into believing I was making the right decision to go back to the hotel, yet I was unable to control my deepest desires, as I watched myself (as if I was watching from outside my body) pull my white panties over my sneakers and put them in my purse. Unable to resist the incredibly strong impulse, I unclasps my bra, slid it through the arm opening of my dress and placed it in my purse, next to my panties. I then stood up, and made my way back to the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Last minute jitters made me change my mind, but it was too late. One of the young girls, who I had assumed was part of a lesbian couple I had noticed earlier, was waiting outside the door. She looked me over and said, "Nice dress girl", as she made her way past me into the ladies room, closing the door behind her. My heart started pounding a mile a minute. As I looked toward Kim and our corner booth, I noticed the pub had filled up some. There were probably about forty, maybe forty five people by now. From where I stood, it looked like a sea of people. I started hyperventilating as I saw Kim waving me to come join her. Knowing the thin cotton material of my dress was all that stood between me and 'Total Public Humiliation', was extremely daunting, yet incredibly arousing at the same time. I put on my best fake smile and started across the pub to join her, desperately focusing on, 'Not Holding Down The Hem of My Dress', so not to bring on any unwanted attention, or revealing that I was completely naked under the dress. As I walked across the pub, I was aware that my rock hard nipples were practically penetrating though the thin material of the dress. I fought to keep from covering them up with my hands. Again, not to bring any unwanted awareness of my near nakedness. As I made my way by the partner of the lesbian girl who had passed me at the ladies room door, she looked me over (as her partner had) and said, "Great dress!". I mumbled the word, "Thanks" and continued on my way to Kim and the privacy of our corner booth. My worst fears came to pass as my dress got hooked on to top of her chair. Not realizing this, I continues to walk, allowing the snag to pull my dress up far enough to expose my bare ass. "Sweet Cheeks Sister!", she said aloud, as I struggled to get unhooked from the chair, feeling like had suddenly become the center of attention for the entire pub. It only took seconds to free myself from her chair, but it felt like an eternity. Now holding down my shirt, I scampered over to Kim and our booth. In total panic mode as I hit my seat, Kim placed her hands on each side of my face and said, "Kelly. Pay attention to me!" I fell prey to her motherly gaze and listened to what she was about to say. "Look around", which I did. "Do you see anyone staring at you ?" I sheepishly scanned the pub and realized she was right. No one was even looking our way. She continued, "A young lesbian noticed you have a nice ass. That's all. Now relax". "Take a sip of your fireball and pull yourself together", she said. I did as she instructed, when she started to answer 'All' of my questions. "First off. Why do I dress one way for work and another when I'm off ? Because it's my life and I choose to. I could work until 5:00 at the hotel, then strip naked for a "Peta Rally" in front of the Hotel at 6:00 and nobody would care. As long as I do my job well". She went on explaining, "Yes. I have been topless in this pub, many times. Often right down to my thong but never naked. I hang out with my friends and they support me, not judge me. Another reason I love it here". I sat there totally impressed how competent, yet liberated she was. "Now. About you. How did I know you were from a small town and had your own business? I must admit, that information I did get from your hotel registration. Obviously your address, and you paid with an American Express card in the name of "Kelly's Prints and T's." That means you pay it off monthly and you don't carry much debt. Your young, so you must work your ass off to accomplish that. Please don't work too much of that perfect ass off. The girls and I would be disappointed", as she pointed to the two lesbians who were waving and smiling at me. I started to chuckle, and waved back. Kim continued her explanation, as I sat at full attention. "The not getting away from home much statement. Well your hand was shaking a bit when you signed the hotel register, indicating it's not something you do often. "About the tattoos. Well you just don't strike me as someone with body art. I'm sorry, Kelly. You just don't", she went on. Andre walked up to check on our drinks right when Kim was about to get to how she came to her 'Pubic Hair Removal' and the lack of 'Non-Self Induced Orgasms' conclusions. I found I had completely relaxed and had forgotten I was completely naked under my dress, as I was yet again captivated by this gorgeous and charming young man. T-shirt for sale. Part 5 Kim ordered her third round, as I finished the rest of my second fireball shot. Andre said, "Kelly. We have a great white wine from a local vineyard. I highly recommend it", as his beautiful smile was making me melt like butter right there in our booth. I would have drank motor oil if he recommended it. "That sounds great Andre, thanks", I replied, fighting the urge to gawk at him. "I'll be right back", he said, as he turned towards the bar, with my eyes glued to his great butt cheeks and dark tan muscular legs. I let out a sigh when I noticed Kim looking at me and getting ready to speak. "Before I answer how I came to the conclusions I did, as they relate to you and your trip to San Francisco, Kelly, I want you to listen carefully for what I am about to tell you. Deal?", Kim asked. "Deal", I replied, as I wasn't sure whether I should be concerned. Andre returned with the drinks, and I can not tell you the amount of self discipline it took not to stare at his fine physique as he walked away, knowing Kim was serious about what she intended to say. "Kelly", she said, as she leaned toward me. "Most people in this country live three different types of lives. 'Public', 'Private' and 'Secret'. Here in San Francisco, some or most of us live two. 'Public' and 'Private'. The reason for this, is that what 'Most' do in secret, 'We' do it public. Do you know why that is ?", she asked. I shook my head "No". "Because we don't care what people think! That's why! What anyone does, as long as they are not hurting anyone else or themselves, is their business. We support that. Understand ?", she asked. I again nodded my head yes. Kim continued. "Understanding this is only an observation, not a clinical psychological evaluation, let me tell you why I think you chose San Francisco for your getaway weekend". I sat at full attention as she went on. "If you wanted a quiet, "Me Time", weekend, you would have chosen a bed and breakfast in some quaint town on the Oregon coast". (OMG! She was using my words! "Me Time") "Instead, you chose San Francisco. As I see it Kelly, you needed to observe the uninhibited spirit of the people who call this place home". "Now. How did I know you shaved your pussy twice in 24 hours?" Feeling quite embarrassed, I looked around to see if anyone was listening in on our conversation, then returned my attention to what Kim was saying. "I didn't know for sure Kelly, but I figured if you were hoping for some spontaneous encounter to relieve your penned up sexual anxiety while you were here, you would be sure the "Field", so to speak, was ready for plowing". Remembering I was naked under my dress, and feeling like my most inner fantasies were being drawn to the surface like a budding plant from the dormant ground, I held onto every word. Before I continue, I have a confession to make. "Yes it's true". I masturbate quite often, but I masturbate mostly watching videos of women naked in public. I look at pictures and videos and wonder, "Why are they naked" and "What does it feel like to be so vulnerable when everyone else is fully clothed". Just as Kim was about to answer the final question, (Me not being brought to orgasm by anyone other than myself for quite some time), Becky rang the 10:00 bell. My attention turned directly to Andre. Kim was gracious, and said nothing while I focused on this most desirable young man. Figuring I would see some sort of little striptease show at 10:00, I was not disappointed when Andre casually removed his skin tight T-shirt, while talking with Becky and the guys from the auto shop, folded it neatly and placed it on the bar. He then unzipped his short shorts and let them fall to his ankles. I know I let out a moan, which could have only been interpreted as my unrestrained sexual yearnings. I watched intensely as Andre nonchalantly stepped out of his shorts, then bent over to retrieve them. His bright white briefs looked as though they had been bleached three times before he put them on, and seemed so snug that I wondered if they were a size to small. He folded his shorts neatly, placed his shirt on top of them and handed them to Becky, who placed them on the counter behind the bar. With that, he returned to taking drink orders from his customers, as if he was wearing a three piece suit. I was so moist between my thighs, that I became concerned I might leave a wet spot on the crotch area of my dress. T-shirt for sale. Part 6 Do you know how hard it is to not stare, when you have become completely enamored with someone? I am normally a person with great self discipline, but I could barely take my eyes off of Andre, as he casually went about the business of serving drinks to his customers, wearing nothing but his white bikini briefs and sneakers. The brightness of the briefs was only eclipsed by the brightness of his smile. Kim was being so patient concerning my absolute fixation on Andre. I knew she was equally anxious about telling me how she knew I frequently masturbated, due to my lack of physical contact and intimacy, as I was about hearing how she came to her conclusion. I had to work at it, but I managed to pull my attention from Andre. I fluffed up my skirt continuously to prevent it from being wedged between my thighs. As wet as I had become, I knew I would leave a tell-tale stain on the thin cotton fabric for all to see. It was then that I noticed the two lesbians, who I would later find out were named Ashley and Kayla, had stripped down to their bra and panties and were having an intimate moment at the juke box. I immediately scanned the pub and found that no one was paying the least bit of attention to them. Two beautiful women, stripped down to their underwear, didn't seem to warrant the slightest bit of recognition. Kim grabbed me by the hand and said, "Let's introduce you to the girls. Afraid we might be interrupting their sensual moment, I kept quiet and followed her to meet both, the girl who had met me at the ladies room door earlier, and the girl who had gotten a full view of my bare ass when my dress got caught on her chair. Seeing the girls wearing just their bras and panties, and Andre in his snug white speedo, I felt less self-conscious about being totally naked under the thin material of my yellow sundress, but keenly aware. "Hey girls", Kim said, as we approached the scantly dressed women. "What's the occasion ?" One of the girls responded, "Hey Kim. It's our anniversary. We met right here a year ago". The other woman added, "We decided to celebrate our big day wearing only our underwear, in the place we met", as she held her hands out to display her red bra and panty set. Kim said, "Good for you girls". She then introduced me. "Ashley and Kayla, this is Kelly. She's visiting from Oregon". Both girls smiled and gave me a warm welcome. Kim and I returned to our booth just as Andre returned with our drinks. I was speechless, and obviously staring at the tiny bit of white fabric that barely covered his manhood and that 'oh so fine' ass, as he placed my wine before me. I would have fallen over if I had been standing, when he asked, "Either of you girls care to go topless and help me serve the drinks?" Kim replied, "Not tonight Andre", giving away the fact that she had done it before. Andre continued, "When I saw you had on your red thong, (which was able to be seen above her low cut jean shorts) I figured had my serving partner for the evening". Kim replied, "To be honest Andre, I was hoping we might convince my new friend here to help out". Andre turned his attention to me, gave me that captivating smile and said, "So Kelly. What do you say?" I froze with the look of a dear in the headlights. Fumbling with my words, I finally was able to get out a whisper, and replied, "No thank you". Andre just smiled again and said, "Well if you change your mind, I'll know when I see you topless". T-shirt for sale. Part 7 Let me take a moment to give you a more detailed account of nude in public fantasy. It is not just a fantasy. It has become a full blown obsession. I spend my free time at home visiting dozens of websites on the subject, and hours watching videos. I would even draw the shades in my shop (located behind my house) lock the door and strip down naked, while I was printing T-shirts at all hours of the night. Often I would pretend one or more of my clients would come in the shop while I was working. They would ask me why I was naked, and I would casually respond, "It gets really hot in here sometimes", then continue working, while they watched me. I would even imagine they would take pictures of me on their cell phones and show them to people they knew here in town, which I would not discourage. Countless times I would masturbate thinking about how that would feel. Now here, I had the perfect opportunity to fulfill my most inner (if not twisted) desire, and I chickened out. As Andre walked away, Kim said, "Now that's a crying shame". "What is?", I asked. "Well Kelly", she replied, "I hate the thought of you laying naked on your bed, spread eagle, while you massage yourself to orgasm, but asking yourself over and over, "Why didn't I take my dress off when I had the chance? I could know how it really feels to be naked in a room full of clothed people. Why didn't I take it off ?" It was as if she knew my deepest fantasy. I mustered up the courage to ask her, "Have you really served drinks topless here ?" "Andre!" she called out. Andre came right over to our booth, then asked what she needed. "Do you still have those pictures of me serving drinks topless a few weeks ago on your phone ? I deleted mine after I posted them". "Sure I do", he answered, as he searched his I-phone for the photos. "Right here", he said, as he handed Kim the mobile device. She held up the phone for me to see. There she was, wearing nothing but a red thong and military boots, surrounded by dozens of the clothed customers (men and women) in the pub. She handed me the phone and I scanned through about a dozen photos of her. She appeared so uninhibited and relaxed, as she mingled among the fully dressed patrons. I was now sitting with a woman who was just like those in the hundreds of photos and videos I had consumed. I handed the phone back to Andre, who again extended the invitation, but with no pressure, as he returned to taking drinks orders. Kim said, "let's introduce you to more of my friends", as she got up and waved me on to follow her. She walked over to the group of guys from the auto shop, as I took a deep breath and followed behind her. I may have 'Itty Bitty Titties', but my nipples protrude out a full 1/2 inch when erect, and boy were they standing at attention now. I decided to enjoy the feeling of exposure, while still behind the safety of my thin cotton dress. Kim introduced me to the guys, whos names it would take me most of the evening to remember. I started feeling liberated as I made no effort to conceal my aroused condition. We walked around the pub meeting people, while every small breeze was a reminder of my almost naked state. The more we walked around, the more moist my pussy became. As we continued to make the rounds, I knew the slightest touch of my clit would bring me instantly to climax. I started imagining having an orgasm right here, in front of everyone. We met up with Ashley and Kayla at the juke box again. Watching them with just their bra and panties on, while in full view of the people in the pub, was adding to my euphoria. Ashley took one look at me and said, "Girl!, Those nipples of yours are screaming to be free. Why not let them out for some air ?" I was mortified, but refrained from covering them up. Kayla then added, "Yeah Kelly. Why don't you take off your dress, and give Andre a hand for a while ? You would be helping him keep up with the drink orders, while allowing those frozen gumdrops of yours to get a break from the restraint of that dress". I was speechless, when Kim jumped in and said, "Ladies, Kelly's a little shy because she's not wearing any panties either". I had moved from feeling mortified to an overwhelming sense of complete and utter humiliation, as my nipples had become the focus of the conversation. However, my undeniable sexual arousal prevented me from making any attempt to disguise the exhilaration I was feeling. I was now completely soaked between my legs. To add to my humiliation, Ashley said, "No shit! No panties! I could have told you that! I saw her sweet ass when her dress got caught on my chair". Kayla then blurted out, "Kelly! Who Cares? No one here, I promise you". I stood their listening to my new found friends, as I watched Andre running between tables, taking drink orders, but having a difficult time getting those drinks to the tables in a timely manner. I don't know what came over me, but I pulled my dress over my head and relinquished it to Kim. Somewhere between these feelings of absolute humiliation, and the overwhelming invigoration I was now experiencing, I stood in the pub, completely naked. T-shirt for sale. Part 8 I was doing it! I was standing naked in a bar, with dozens of clothed people surrounding me. I was like the women on the internet sites I so frequently visited. I was, "NUDE IN PUBLIC !". As I was coming to grips with my decision to completely expose myself to everyone in the pub, I saw Andre walk over to me and say, "Oh Thank You Kelly. I really appreciate the help", as he took my yellow, cotton sundress from Kim. I watched him fold my dress, as he had done with his own shirt and shorts earlier. He meticulously folded it, then asked, "No bra or panties? I like that!", he said with a grin. Having no idea how to respond, I just gave him a blank stare. Kim jumped in and said, "Andre. Her bra and panties are in her purse". He looked at me and asked, "Should we keep them all together?" For the first time in my life, I was standing totally naked in a public place full of clothed people, and had the same amount of proper responses, as I had clothes. NONE! Kim took it upon herself to retrieve my bra and panties from my purse, then handed them to Andre. I watched again as he folded them with such careful precision. I then saw Andre hand my dress, bra and panties to Becky at the bar. She took my clothes and placed them next to Andre's on the counter behind her. I was now utterly naked and exposed, while at the same time, completely separated from any cover I may need to conceal my shame. I felt a rush of adrenaline as Andre said, "Let's get to work". He walked me over to Becky, who smiled at me and said, "Welcome to our little crew", as she reached out her hand to shake mine. While we were shaking hands, she said, "Kelly. The key is to just enjoy yourself". It was a bit comforting, since I felt like every eye in the place was looking at my bare ass. Andre explained, "When I take the drink orders, they are automatically sent to Becky. She'll make the drinks and tell you which table to deliver them to. "OMG!", I thought to myself. I won't actually be with Andre at the tables. I will be entirely on my own, as I stand naked before the customers, with my clean shave pussy right at their eye level. "What did I get myself into?", I again thought to myself. Becky quietly said, "Kelly, let's get you started slowly. Take these two drinks to Ashley and Kayla, since you already know them". I was grateful for her compassion, since several other people had entered the pub that I had not yet met. The count must have been approaching 50 people in the pub by now. I took a deep breath, picked up the two glasses and walked them the short distance to their table. Kim was now sitting with them and called me down so she could whisper something to me. I placed the drinks on the table and bent over to hear her. "Do you want me to take some photos of you from your phone? They would make great souvenirs of you trip to San Francisco. Who knows, you may even want to post them later on the internet". "I would", I responded, "But I don't want to give anyone else that idea". Kim held back a laugh, as she replied, "Trust me Kelly. There have been photos taken of you already, and I'm sure some have already made their way to the net. But don't worry. There are billions of photos of naked women on the internet. The chances of you being recognized by someone from your little town is practically zero. Relax and take photos with your customers. You'll make great tips that way. Anxious to get back to work, I told Kim my phone was in my purse, then returned to Becky at the bar. She said, "These go to the guys at that table over there, pointing to the three lawyers in their suits. I picked up the tray, as I talked myself into believing I wasn't some naked spectacle and the subject of everyone's private ridicule. I placed the tray on the table as one of the men asked, "So what's your name?" I softly said, "Kelly". "Well Kelly! Welcome to Brian's!", he enthusiastically replied. I said "Thank you", as I made my way back to Becky and the safety of the bar. T-shirt for sale. Part 9 As soon as I returned to the bar, Becky said, "Kelly. You're doing great. Please take these drinks to the two women at that back table. That's table # 12", as she pointed. I picked up the two drinks and made my way to the back table, passing by a dozen or so people, some who were taking photos of me. I stiffened my spine and continued toward the two women, pretending the clicking of their phones was not a bother. Truth be told, I was mortified to my core. I approached the table where the two women were seated. They must have been in their mid-sixty's. I thought, "This looks like a safe enough delivery. As I said, "Good evening ladies", and placed the drinks on the table. I was ill prepared for what I was about to hear. The silver hair woman on the left said, "You guys are really stepping it up around here". I responded, "Ma'am ?", inquiring what she meant. "Well. First topless waitresses, now full nudes", she replied. Turning her focus to my hairless mound, she continued. "I think I'm going to be thirsty tonight sweetie. I can practically taste the salty-sweet flavor of your succulent juices from here". "Alice! You're an idiot!", came a scolding from her friend, as I stood there absolutely horrified. "Oh Blanch. I'm just teasing the sweet little thing. Besides, you know damn well, either one of us would have gladly have gone down on that (as she pointed to my pussy) ,in our younger days. In fact, I would have been happy to make my way through her forest, if she had one, to get to that treasure". I couldn't believe my ears as I stood there, feeling more degraded and vulnerable, than I ever thought possible. Just then, the woman named Blanch, who was with her, looked up at me with empathy, and said, "I'm sorry dear. She really doesn't mean any harm". I couldn't muster a response, so I turned away and returned to the bar with what tiny shred of dignity I had left. I was upset with Becky for not giving me a heads up about the old bitch. When I reached the bar, before I could say anything, she asked, "Kelly. If I had told you about Alice, would you have believed me?" I turned and looked at the old woman, and back to Becky, then replied, "No". "Now we all know how vulgar and specific she can be", she said about Alice. (Vulgar and specific. I couldn't have put it any better) "Alice", Becky continued, "Has to be experienced first hand. Take a look at her drink", she instructed me. I turned to see the drink was already empty. I turned back and said, "That old woman already killed that drink?" Becky shook he head and replied, "No. She barely drinks at all. They take that table every Friday night so she can dump her drinks in that plant behind her. That way she can keep Andre, and whoever is serving topless, or in your case naked, coming back all night". I will say this about the old coot. She spends big bucks here, and will tip both you and Andre a $100.00 each. Sometimes more, but she likes it when you don't take her shit. Meanwhile, Please take these drinks to that couple over there", as she pointed. I had been so consumed with Alice, I walked to the couple at the table, barely aware I was still stark naked. I was soon to be reminded. I placed the drinks on the couples' table when the man asked me my name. I told him it was Kelly, and told them I hope they enjoy their drinks. That's when the woman asked me, as I was turning away, "Excuse me, Kelly". I turned back and answered, "Yes". She looked me over, then said, "I know the women servers who go topless here are temporary, or one time fill ins, but is there a specific week of the month or an occasion when they strip down completely naked, like yourself ?", with a demeaning grin on her face. After my ordeal with Alice, I really didn't need my very next table to have someone else who was purposely trying to humiliate me. So I became determined to act empowered instead. I smiled at the woman and replied, "It's up to the individual server as to whether the go topless or naked. I prefer to go completely naked". (to use her words) I turned away and added a little extra shake in my ass, as I walked back to the bar. Becky slid a drink across the bar to me and said, "Sorry Kelly, but this is for Alice". With my new found courage, I confidently walked to her table. I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Kim was taking photos of me. I became thrilled as I had made the decision to post some on the nude in public sites I often visit. I arrived at Alice's table, place her drink in front of her and made no attempt to cover up anything. She wanted to talk about my pussy, well here it was. Alice looked up at me and asked, "What is you name?" "Kelly", I replied. "Well Kelly", she continued. "How often do you take a razor to your vagina?" "Damn it Alice!", Blanch barked. I looked down at Alice, put my hands on my hips, and kept my legs just far enough apart to allow her to see the gap between my inner thighs. I then responded, "About 2 to 3 times a day ma'am, but I think I'm going to stop. You know, with the need to 'save the forests' and all". Blanch snickered in her drink and mumbled, "Good girl", as I turned and returned to the bar. T-shirt for sale. Part 10 When I got back to the bar, there were several orders prepared, that needed to be delivered. My sense of business kicked in, and I was more concerned about getting the drinks to the customers, than I was about my personal sense of vulnerability, not to mention the self-consciousness, that inevitably ensues when one is, the "Only One Naked" among a group of dressed people. I served the drinks to the tables that Becky had instructed me to. I had 5 drink orders to deliver. They would have me walking all over the pub, finding my way through the maze of dressed customers. There was plenty of small talk, along with some cute naked jokes, not meant to hurt or humiliate me. You know the kind. "I guess Brian's has really cut back on the servers' uniforms budget", one woman said, as she laughed. "Do you wear a sweater during the cooler weather?", a middle aged man asked, eyeing my crotch, while referring to my bald pussy. I smiled and replied, "Very cute". He then quietly asked whether or not, I grew back my pubic hair during the colder times of the year, with what appeared to be a sincere curiosity. Standing naked among all the dressed customers, I leaned over, smiled at him again, then answered him privately, "I wear or grow, whatever seems right for the occasion". The middle aged man grinned, as I allowed him to take in one last view of my now swollen mound, before I returned to the bar, posing for selfies with the customers on my way. I figured Kim was right. In all the "Only One Naked" or "Nude In Public" sites I regularly visited, I never saw a girl I recognized. The thought of others masturbating to my photos was nothing less than invigorating. I served drinks and made small talk with the customers for another 15 minutes, always keeping Andre in my sight. Not just because he was so hot, wearing only his bright white, skin tight speedo and sneakers, but because I knew I would have to deliver each order he took. It was just past 11:00 when we finally got a few minutes where Andre wasn't taking orders, and I wasn't delivering drinks to the customers, wearing nothing but my bare skin and sneakers. Thinking I had a small break, Becky looked at me, and said, "Sorry Kelly, but this drink is for Blanch. It's a wonder she doesn't drink more than she does, after keeping Alice out of trouble for the past 35 years". I looked at her and asked, "Alice and Blanch have been together for 35 years ?" Becky replied, "Yup. And they refuse to marry since same sex marriage wasn't allowed back then. "Kelly", she continued, "They both have told me privately", "We don't need a piece of paper to know how we feel". I was completely emotionally moved when I heard this. I immediately picked up the drink and took it over to Blanch. Alice, could say what she wanted to me, or about me. I didn't care. My focus was on the salt and peppered haired woman, who had kept this silver haired crazy bitch, out of trouble for so long. Now that is what I call, "TRUE LOVE". Arriving at the table, I placed the drink in front of Blanch, expecting Alice to say something, "Vulgar and Specific". I was not disappointed" "Kelly. Do you '"Squirt" or "Ooze" when you cum ?", she asked. Blanch just looked up at me, and said, "I am so sorry Kelly, but thanks for the drink". I took a deep breath and replied, "Alice. It depends on the situation. I am known to "Ooze" when I masturbate several times during the day, but I "Squirt" when I refrain from masturbating for a while, then work my pussy to a fever pitch. How about you ?" The old woman just looked up at me, then to Blanch, and said, "Blanch. I like this girl. We should have her serve drinks at our party tomorrow night". Not understanding what the old women were talking about, I simply smiled and made my way back to the bar. When I arrived, Becky said, "Take a break, girl. You've earned it". T-shirt for sale. Part 11 Becky had set a fresh glass of wine on the bar for me. I picked up the glass, then turned around and leaned back against the bar. I was giving the entire pub a full frontal view of my naked form, while giving myself an additional thrill. Standing there totally naked was so surreal, especially because few people even seemed to notice. If I was ever going to explore my deepest fantasy and make the giant leap of turning it into reality, this was the place to do it. Between Alice's degrading comments, the dozens of people who had seen every square inch of my naked body, not to mention the facial expressions that came with their stares, along with my short discussion with a complete stranger about growing some pubic hair, while he stared at my clean shaven pussy from only a couple feet away, I had felt almost every emotion humanly possible. And I was "LOVING IT !" I made my way to the juke box where, Ashley and Kayla (Still stripped down to their bra and panties), Kim (Now without her leather halter top on) and Andre (Still casually wearing nothing but his size to small men's briefs) were gathered. They all started waving and taking more photos of me, as I happily pranced over to them. This new found intense euphoria I was experiencing, was now over flowing. In just a few hours time, I had become just like the women, posted on my favorite internet websites, who I had earlier harbored some hidden feelings of jealousy. Kim pulled the photos of me up on my phone, while I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful size "D" tits. They put my little, barely size "B's" to shame. But I still had my "Half Inch Nipples!", and they continued to proudly standing at attention. As we all viewed the photos, I became totally focused on the facial expressions of those around me. I could barely contain myself, as I viewed the proof, that I had stripped down completely naked in a pub full of dressed people, who were from all walks of life. There was only one word to describe the emotion I was feeling, as I stood there, bare-assed in the pub, and examining the evidence. "INTOXICATING !" I asked Kim if she was going to remove her shorts, and spend the rest of the evening in her thong. She casually replied, "No. That leather halter top can make my boobs sweaty, so I took it off. But this is all I'll be displaying tonight", as we all looked at here bare, size "D" tits. Andre looked up from the photos, and said, "More customer's Kelly. I guess it's back to work for us". I was relieved that Andre was always the first to greet the customers, since he was taking their drink orders. I felt less anxious having them meet him, before I showed up at their tables with my smooth pussy lips right at eye level. The turn over of customers was relatively light. Most seem to have chosen this place to spend their entire evening, while having the occasional influx of new customers would heighten my awareness of my nudity. Trust me when I tell you. Every new pair of eyes, along with inevitable countenance that follows, is incredibly stimulating. Even looks of ridicule or contempt stir up intense emotions. When confronted with those type of people, no matter how few, I have learned to think to myself. "I am permitted to be naked! So I decided to be naked!" T-shirt for sale. Part 12 I stood at the bar talking with Becky and the guys from the auto shop, while waiting for the drink orders to come in. I remained at my post, anxious to deliver them, with my new found sense of adventure and eroticism. Without a doubt, one of my favorite activities became squeezing between the close seating, in hopes I might feel the fabric of some random customer's clothing, rub against my bare skin. This inevitably would make me moist and perk up my nipples. I heard the ding on Becky's I-phone, indicating an order had come in. It was difficult not to appear too eager to get back in close contact with the customers. I wanted so badly for my physical attributes to be available for their closer inspection. I was rapidly becoming addicted to being the only one naked. It was more than I could have ever hoped for. Or so I thought. The drinks were on the bar, and I was off to continue living out my fantasy. For almost a solid hour, I served drinks, engaged in small moments of chatter, posed for photos, including some with the auto shop boys. In one photo, they all held me up in the air. Laying across those ten arms, and feeling their rough hands on my bare skin, while being suspended about five feet above the floor, while every eye in the pub was on me, may have been the highlight of my evening. I even had fun bringing Alice her drinks. She talked about everything from being able to hang her keys on my erect nipples, to asking me how often I achieved multiple orgasms. She even asked me to bend over with my back to her, so she could see both my nice ass and clean shaven pussy lips all at once, while Blanch just sat there, shaking her head. That request I had to decline. It had become a game of wills between us, and I believe we were both enjoying it. The woman who earlier, had that sinister grin on her face, while asking me why I was, "Completely Naked", not just "Topless", made several attempts to humiliate me. With one comment, she succeeded, but I was careful not to let on. She actually said, in ear shot of some other customers, "You know Kelly, with those little baby breasts and your immaculately shaved beaver, I would have thought you were only 12 years old. If it wasn't for your nicely formed ass, and those incredibly long nipples, I'd still think so". Her husband was visibly embarrassed by her statement. I, on the other hand, stood there fighting back what I felt was going to be the unwanted expression of utter humiliation. Humiliation that certainly follows when someone publically points out flaws in your physique, while you're standing there naked, for all to see. Several men and women around us piped in saying things like, "Girl you have a great body!", and, "Kelly, that's an adorable figure. Don't you change a thing!", as they took even more photos of me. I did my best to smile for the cameras, but couldn't help but feel that my little baby boobs, and what must have looked like a pre-adolescent teen's pussy, were under additional scrutiny. Another round of drinks were on the bar, providing me the excuse to vacate the area, even if just for a moment. It was near midnight and I had now been naked for almost two hours. For the last hour, I had only stopped serving drinks for a minute. Just time enough to take a quick pee break. It's amazing how quickly a woman can pee when she's not wearing any clothes. The pub was open until 2:00 am, and I was hoping to serve the customers while naked, right up to the closing bell. By this time of the night, most in the pub were up and about, socializing throughout the place. Believe it or not, that included Alice and Blanch. This made it fun for me, because I got the cheap thrill of brushing against all the different kinds of fabrics, as I followed people around to deliver their drinks. Just about 12:15 am, I noticed two nice looking men with beards, enter the pub. They seemed pleased when Andre showed them to the only vacant table in the place. A table for two, right in the center of it all. I noticed one of the men checking out Andre's nice tight ass. He took their order, so I made my way to the bar to collect them for delivery. After all, it was two more sets of eyes to see my naked flesh. Not to mention two more facial expressions to experience, with the opportunity to try and decipher them. I noticed the two men looking at me and talking to each other privately. One of them pointed in my direction. I took my time delivering their drinks, stopping for just a second or two to chat, allowing them time to get used to the idea, that a fully naked woman would be the one serving their drinks. I smiled, placed the drinks on the table, then heard those fateful words. Words I least expected to hear, nor did I want to hear, while standing naked in a public place. "Kelly! Is that you ?"

The Holiday Display Window byOupa99© Two years ago, James opened a lingerie and sexual novelty store. An initial flurry of sales lead James to believe that he was on the fast track to profitability, but then there was a slow decline in sales. By the end of the 1st year he was creeping into the red and print, radio and TV advertising was not cutting it. So, he decided he needed to take matters into his own hand. He thought about getting a model to show off the merchandise, but they were too expensive. He decided to see if there was gorgeous lady at any of the strip clubs that might be interested in some additional money. He knew they would be okay showing off their bodies and could easily display his wares. James went to the three strip clubs in town and sat through all the shifts of dancers. In the first two clubs he found a couple of pretty women, but to be honest it didn't look like a model for his wares. In the third club he found Diane, but her stage name was Daisy Dukes. She had a body that would stop traffic, but more importantly she knew how to move to show it off. When James first saw Diane, she was twisting and twirling and in general showing off her stunning body and her flexibility on the stripper pole. He was immediately mesmerized by her and invited her back for a lap dance. Her private dance was hypnotic with her breasts bobbing in time to the music and her nipples keeping time like a metronome. Her thin, muscular abs shimmied seductively as they shoved her hips from side to side. The muscles in her dancer's legs rippled upward leading him to the most perfect tush he'd ever seen. By the end of the first dance there was a huge tent in his pants and even trying to think of business didn't diminish his erection. By the end of her three-song set, James cock was throbbing with need and his hands were itching to hold her spectacular ass. He spoke to her throughout her dance about modeling his lingerie and she seemed vaguely interested in his offer. He left his card and told her if she was interested to show up the next day and they would work something out. When she showed up the next day, he was surprised and had her put on a harem outfit that really didn't conceal any part of her body. She spent an hour strutting and dancing in the streets holding a sign for his shop. He watched her twirling along the street and drivers stopped to enjoy the show. He was surprised there weren't any traffic accidents, because she sure was the definition for distraction. He had triple the traffic he usually had and in addition to their previously negotiated hourly rate he gave her 30% of the stores profit while she was working. A deal had been struck. Diana loved dancing naked in front of a crowd. There was a sense of power controlling every eye in the room and drawing their attention to any particular body part she wanted. She had been dancing since second grade and spent all of her spare time sculpting her figure with exercise. She had tried modeling, but was too short with too many seductive curves to be a clothes hanger. Here, dancing in front of a crowd is where it all paid off. She knew she could weave hypnotic spell and make any man yearn for her and she wielded that power sparingly. When Diane had been on stage, she immediately noticed the incredibly handsome man that sat down in front to watch her dance. He wasn't the usual sleezy type the strip bar attracted. He was about a foot taller than she was with dark curly hair, his shirt was stretched tight trying to contain his broad shoulders, muscular arms. Something about him sent erotic shivers through her body. His face looked vaguely Italian, with intelligent seductive golden eyes. She was immediately attracted to him and from that moment forward her dance was for him. She threw in a few offer most erotic moves and was rewarded when he stuck a $20 bill in her G string. She was glad her dance paid off when he invited her back for a lap dance. As she rubbed her breasts and tush on him during the dance, she felt strong solid ropes of muscle underneath his shirt and pants. As she danced, she opened his shirt revealing a mat of soft chest hair that hid the bulk of his muscular abs and chest. She ran her hands through his delicious hair turning herself on as she did. As she rubbed her ass in his lap, she felt a huge piece of man meat that gave her goose bumps. All during the dance he kept talking about her modeling for him and if it meant seeing him again, she was all for it. When she showed up at the store called 'Fantasy', she realized this is another opportunity to practice her exhibitionism. She danced up and down the street creating as many traffic jams as she could and in turn creating sales traffic in James shop. Strippers rarely go out on real dates and it had been several months since Diane actually went out with someone. She was definitely interested in James, but could feel his interest as well. When he paid her for the day's work, he asked her out on a date for the next evening and she gleefully accepted. That was the start Diane's perfect romance. The next evening, she wore a seductive little black cocktail dress that showed lots of cleavage and was a little too short. The whole night neither of them could take their eyes off each other and the heat between them built all night. When the night ended, he took her to his house where he proved he was just as accomplished a lover as he was handsome. Diane had not known she was multi-orgasmic until James gave her ten years' worth orgasms in one night. From that moment on, she was his whenever he wanted her and however he wanted her. Within two weeks she had moved in with him and every night he seemed to find new ways to show her a nirvana she never knew existed. She felt submissive to his dominance and eagerly gave herself to the man that consistently showed her a rapture she had never known. She had even taken to calling him her master as they their sexual bond to a new level. He seemed to invade her thoughts and she would catch herself daydreaming about how he made love to her, even when she was dancing at the strip club. She was compliant and even subservient at times as he made love to her with that inventiveness she had never known. He still ran his new shop and there were times that he was very late getting home. During those times she became very anxious, because she needed, no craved his body taking her over and over until she couldn't think. Diane's time alone in their house was more torturous than anything she'd been through before. She had always been used to doing things on her own and doing whatever it took to survive, but James changed all that. As long as she knew she was by herself she didn't seem to be lonely or stressed. Her time with James had changed everything. Being alone was not okay anymore. She needed James with her. She didn't care what else happened, but she needed to sense his warmth, hear his heart beating in his chest and feel his eyes making love to her. She didn't want to be alone anymore and being alone was eating at her very soul. Diane made a promise to herself to always be at James's side no matter what the peril. She knew where she belonged now. 'Fantasy' had ups and downs like any business, but Diane's modeling had made a huge difference in sales volume. With the holidays coming up James want to do something spectacular for black Friday as the Christmas season approach and worked with his window display designer to come up with something. As black Friday approached James was spending more and more time at the store and Diane was feeling neglected. James had an especially wonderfully catered Thanksgiving dinner for he and Diane. During the desert he told her of his plans and that she was going to be the star of his new holiday display window. Diane got goosebumps thinking about being exposed to the crowd in front of the stores display window. She nodded her head enthusiastically as he asked if she wanted to do this. When he got back to 'Fantasy' James had a quick meeting with is window designer and made sure all the preparations were in place. James and the sun walked around the display window looking at the setup and James found several things that needed to be modified. James envisioned Diane's form on full display in the window, and it filled him with fire. He thanked the manager for all the preparation and left to meet with his slave and bride. After day dreaming about her in the window, he was eager to feel her in his arms. Diane was pacing like a nervous cat waiting for him. James hurriedly explained it was a demonstration of the bondage products and sex toys available at the store, with Diane as the live mannequin. James told her that he wanted to do this and kick off the holiday season with the bang. He lay down for a few minutes with his mind still in a whirl. Diane came over, opened her robe and covered him with her silky skin as she slowly started kissing over his entire face. It didn't take long before he had completely forgotten everything else except his woman in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled over so that he was on top of her and looked into those brilliant, sparkling, and loving eyes. That was all it seemed to take anymore and after looking into her eyes he knew everything would be okay. James caressed her face and she lovingly nuzzled into his hand. Diane slipped deeper into his grasp, rubbing her body against his as their eyes made love. She felt like a contented kitten as she wriggled against him and snuggled into his body. James swore he heard Diane purr as she preened against him. He was the reason she didn't feel alone anymore. Her life before had been all about her and her career. Now she didn't even seem to exist if his arms were not around her. James knew how she felt. At this very moment with Diane in his arms all of his worries and problems went away. It was just them. "Thank you, my baby, without you in my arms I would be going crazy right now. Your love makes everything worthwhile and thanks for loving me the way you do. Your completely unselfish love gives me the strength to move forward and do what needs to be done." James looked into her eyes and saw them glistening with 100 different emotions. He could see lust, trust, passion, belief, along with some anxiety, but all of them really boiled down to love. Her teeth grabbed his ear lobe and she sucked it into his mouth as she mumbled, "You are my Master, and I love you. You have done so much for me and you are always here when I need you. Now it's my turn. I will always be the beacon to bring you home and the warmth to erase all your troubles. Our love saves each other and when we are together, we are home." They held each other close, feeling the love and warmth of their skin calming and soothing their doubts until 2:30 arrived. Then they reluctantly got up, with Diane retying the sash on her robe as they began making preparations for the show. As they got ready to go, they paused one more time, and gave each other long loving looks and light kisses before driving to the store. James had just seen the arrangement earlier in the day, but it somehow seemed different with Diane by his side. All of his original plans came back in a rush as they stepped into the platform behind the display window. Despite everything else that was going on he felt a rush of excitement and anticipation. He looked over at Diane, and she was having much the same reaction. She looked at the closed curtains which she knew would soon be open with an audience beyond watching as her lover took what belonged to him. As James stared hungrily her, she looked at the apparatus in the middle of the display platform and imagined herself strapped to it. She felt her breath start to quicken and catch in her throat. The knowledge and anticipation of what was coming created knots in her belly. Her nipples throbbed and hardened, her legs trembled and pussy wept as she ached to feel her Master's touch. Diane looked around at all the toys she knew he was going to use on her and on a visceral level she trembled. However, this was not about toys; it was about two souls sharing their heavenly union. It was about two strong-willed people gracefully sharing their power with a bond that was uniquely theirs. Her every thought, emotion, and feeling included James, and that was when she knew he had claimed her. Tonight, was about Diane who found her strength not only in embracing her femininity, but revealing it to the man she calls Master. It was about James, who is secure in his masculinity and strong enough to fight for his woman's heart and soul. When their two spirits met, the skies exploded in perfect splendor with fiery passion raining from the heavens. Diane looked over at James and saw the loving heat in his gaze. It was easy for her to give him the gift of her submission. She was a strong woman and knew her true submission could never be forced, but only given. It came from deep inside her only when she was ready to obey without question. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to give her love, body, and submission to this man that she loved so deeply. He had made love to her heart and mind, now her body couldn't live without his touch Diane looked back at the apparatus awaiting her and felt the throbbing between her legs. The anticipation, gasping breaths and the fiery passion in her core gave testament to one simple truth. She needed him. She wanted him to own her, to take her, break her and hurt her, all while loving and protecting her. Theirs was a bond like no other, powerful and strong, yet tender and demanding. Diane stripped off her robe letting it cascade to the floor behind her. She felt his eyes sweep over her exposed skin and she trembled inside. Diane felt an irresistible urge to let him know that she completely belongs to him. She fell to her knees, cast her eyes downward and lifted her hands for binding. In a soft passionate whisper, she said, "I am yours and I will always be yours. I will always obey my Master, not because I am forced to, but because I want to. Please, Master, bind me, take me, use me, and show the world that I belong to you." James knelt in front of Diane and put his finger under her chin, lifting it so their eyes met. With emotion thick in his voice he said, "You are the perfect woman and too delicious for words. You are my wife now and you don't have to do this, so if you don't want to, tell me now to stop. You are my love and you mean something very important to me, so tell me to stop because I won't be able to stop once I start." James's lips slowly closed the distance between hers until he hungrily took her lower lip in his teeth. He ravenously devoured her mouth in a gluttonous kiss taking from her what he wanted. Diane's whole body shook with the power of his passion, and her eyes closed with the exquisite promise of his kiss. As their lips parted, Diane gasped trying to catch her breath, but she stayed in her slave presentation position. James watched Diane quiver and shake as she stayed in position. He saw goose bumps all over her body with little tremors rippling beneath her skin. All of these things only made his hunger soar, but he gave her one last chance, "Tell me to stop, or else I will take what I want." Diane lifted her eyes looking in his with the love and passion plain for everyone to see. She licked her lips nervously then held her hands higher saying, "Never stop, Master. Take what is yours. I have given myself to you, so use me anyway you want. Take me, Master, and please never stop!" James reached over and grabbed the length of soft, cotton rope and bound her hands together with dominant tenderness. As he wrapped the rope tightly around her wrists, he stared into the luminous eyes of the woman who was giving him the greatest gift she had to give. Her wise strength opened herself, letting him reach inside her as she surrendered her mind and body. She invited complete intimacy, knowing she ran the risk of being harmed, but she trusted him enough to run that risk. James felt humbled and even a little unworthy of this spectacular gift. Her eyes looked at him with bottomless love and he knew it was his responsibility to treasure her, respect and protect her with his last dying breath. He had a lump in his throat with the magnitude of her freely given gift. They were bound together with love and trust, knowing that they were the only bindings that would truly hold. With their eyes still locked in a loving gaze, James stood, pulling on her hands so that Diane would rise with him. James held her bound hands in one hand while his other lovingly stroked her face. She felt incredible love pouring from his eyes as his hand left her face trailing lightly down her body. Her adoring gaze turned to a blazing, loving inferno as his fingers gripped her nipple in a passionate squeeze. It was only a quick squeeze, but for a moment her breath was locked in her throat just before a whimper escaped her lips. His hand continued down her form until it settled in the small of her back and he guided her towards the waiting apparatus. What was sitting in the middle of the display area was a pole with a support bar roughly 3 feet from the ground. The cross bar could be adjusted up or down, depending on the height of the victim. On the support bar was mounted a Sybian vibrator with a dildo attachment and extreme clit stimulators. The Sybian provided extreme stimulation, especially to the clit area. It has been known to give women their very first orgasm or make women multi-orgasmic. James wondered since Diane already was multi-orgasmic, what might this due to her. Diane had never seen one of these contraptions, but it still sent shivers through her already inflamed core. She had the feeling that this was going to be another one of those nights that he elevated her passion to previously unimagined heights. As she glanced between his hungry eyes and the device in front of her, the prospect of the night to come had her body quivering frantically. Then she remembered the window behind her and she became impatient to have him devastate her body in front of an audience. She knew what James could do to her and very soon she knew he would be playing her body like a Stradivarius. She would somehow be strapped to this device, naked in front of an audience and tormented to the point of a tortuously delayed orgasm. The thought of what was to come made her knees quiver and she sagged in his grasp. Her imagination went even further as she imagined her Master making her cum uncontrollably and her knees gave out completely. Fortunately, James was holding her arms tightly as she began to slide to the floor. She twisted in his arms as he pulled her to his body and he held her as she lay her head on his chest. She was quivering in his arms as she looked up at him with unwavering love and now a lot of fiery lust. Between excited gasps she whispered, "Master you've taught me so much over the last year, things I never dreamed or imagined. You've done things I didn't think my body was capable of, but you knew. You've always known how far I could go and what my body could take." "Your love overwhelms me until my body can't do without you. I know you're going to push me to the edge again tonight, but I want you to know I will make you proud. I love you, Master, and I will always be yours. Thank you for making me yours and leading me down this path." James looked at her knowing that the possibilities of the night were already starting to overwhelm her. He gave a sly smile as he was already making love to her with just a single caress or seeing her thoughts through her eyes. By accepting only, the very best from her, he had earned the gift of her submission, and she had found empowerment by yielding to him. Her submission was a gift that had to be earned through passion, trust and empathy. James stroked her head with his free hand, his eyes blazing with passionate intensity and said, "Your submission is a perfect and beautiful gift. You are giving me your wide-open heart and mind as a measure of your trust. You also willingly give me your body without embarrassment or shame. I have accepted the gift and the obligation to respect, love, and honor your sacrifice, by protecting you from all harm." "Deep inside you I see passion that fights to come to life like a flower searching for sunlight. You keep your heart and craving well hidden, but the seeds of your passion can only be seen by someone that loves you. As your master, I thirst to bring your desire into the sunlight and watch it blossom in a spectacular unbridled display." "In those moments, when all pretense has vanished and all that's left is your intense joy, that's when I love you the most. There are times just to make love, but I know you, and I know you want the audience to know that you belong to me. So tonight, we are going to let the audience know that you belong to me and you are my property." Diane trembled, feeling the heat from his eyes pouring into her trembling heart. The needful anticipation was almost more than she could bear. Her whole body shook with anticipation of what was to come. She longed for him to just rip her clothes off and stuff himself inside her. The eagerness was almost too much and she showed him the desperate heat through her eyes. Diane had always felt exotically powerful when she was nude on-stage dancing, controlling every eye in the room. However, all that paled in comparison to the power she felt as she gave her heart and body to James. It was a powerful feeling to release complete control to someone else. She could tell James felt the power contained in her gift. With the fire in his eyes he told her he was going to take her, and make her feel things that others only dreamed of. James lowered the support bar with the Sybian and helped Diane stand over the bar facing the pole. He began sliding the support bar up until the dildo contacted Diane's already soaked pussy lips. He wiggled it through her juicy lips to lubricate the dildo and began to slowly slide inside her. Once it was completely embedded in her and her clit was in contact with the stimulators, he raised the bar a little bit more until only Diane's toes were barely touching the floor. Only then did he lock the bar in place. He took her bound wrists and attached the rope to a hook on the pole far above her head. She was stretched taut with her toes leaving the ground. Next, he worried her nipples with his fingers and when they were fully engorged and hard as a rock, he attached a nipple clamp to one nipple. Diane took a long shuttering breath as the pain threatened to take her breath away. James wrapped the nipple clamp chain around the pole then attached the other clamp to her remaining nipple. With every step Diane felt her body's need escalate. The first was when her cunt was filled with the dildo and next when her clit was firmly pressed against the stimulators. Finally, as the nipple clamps crushed her already throbbing nipples, Diane felt the desperate yearning build inside her. This was what Diane wanted. She wanted James to show everyone that she belonged to him. Diane wanted him to drive her crazy, make her feel things she never dreamed of. She wanted him to dominate her, pulling the fire from inside her, making her give herself to him before he finally took her. James had her fully attached to the apparatus and stood back appraising her tantalizing form. By way of a demonstration, he gave Diane a little swat on her tush and as she jerked away the chain held fast with her nipples receiving a hard yank. Diane squealed and whimpered just before she said, "Oh, Master, I see the genius of this. The vibrators and dildo will drive me crazy, causing me to writhe and jerk, which will in turn cause the nipple clamps to tug on my nipples. That will in turn cause me to push back on the stimulators, resulting in more tugs on my nipples. Oh, Master, I love you so. You are a virtuoso with the way you play my body." James watched Diane squirm on the apparatus and a devious smile crossed his face. He gave her a teasing kiss while his hands caressed her taut belly. His fingers stalked down to her clit and up to her breasts trailing erotic fire everywhere they went. Her mouth opened and closed with facial twitches revealing her erotic agony. James watched her face intently as her fiery bliss began to blossom like a seedling reaching for the sun. James took one more thing from his pocket and watched her eyes widen as he greased and began to work a medium-sized jeweled butt plug through her sphincter. As the plug slipped inside her, James saw a shudder ripple through her body and she softly moaned his name. He hadn't really started, yet her eyes were already glazed with her blissful thousand-yard stare. Diane felt like she was on fire with a raw ache in her belly. Her nipples throbbed inside the clamps and despite not being turned on, the vibrator tickled her clit. Now her Master had filled her pussy and ass and she reveled with the fire building inside her. However, what was really driving her crazy was the anticipation of things yet to come. The more he looked at her and the more he casually caressed her, the more her anxiety built. He was slow and methodical as he touched her, caressed her and continued his anticipatory torment. He slowly kissed down her face snapping her out of her lusty daze. The glint in his eyes and the lopsided smile on his face told her he was just getting started and she trembled at the thought of where he was going to take her. She lovingly looked back at this man who could take her to heaven with just a touch. Right now, he was making love to her mind, but her body throbbed and ached for him to take it further. Her head shook back and forth trying to gain control of her desperate needy body. Her whimpers and moans were like music to his ears. Her passionate whispers of, "Oh, Master, Oh, please Master," only made the music that much sweeter. James looked at this incredible woman whose passion soared to unimaginable heights when he touched her and he felt invincible. He wove his other hand in her hair and pulled her head back so he could look into her passion ridden face. In a lusty growl he said, "The way you respond to me makes me feel like a God. You have given me the power to love you the way I do and the power to drive you insane with ecstasy. You are mine! Remember that, my baby." Diane looked at him softly and lovingly with her eyes starting to glisten despite her passionate stare. Then she tilted her face back in a silent plea for a kiss and James obliged with a greedy kiss that left her breathless. He reached down and turned on the Sybian control box and turned it to a clit throbbing setting as he said, "Are you ready for the show? Are you ready to show everyone who owns you and how well you obey your master?" Diane was trembling with a passion he had already ignited inside her, but she shook with the anticipation of what was yet to come. She looked at James pleadingly and nodded her head up and down. As he pulled the drapes open. There were at least 50 people waiting outside for the show standing four deep. Apparently, the social media campaign worked and the word was out because more were arriving every second. Within five minutes, the crowd had doubled and they were eight deep outside the window almost blocking the alley. James stepped back to the window and looked at what the audience was seeing. With her hands stretched high above her head Diane's form was a taut line from the Sybian to the pole. Her back had a slight arch as she tried to control the pain from the nipple clamps. Diane's nipples were elongated with the chain around her nipple clamps stretched tight pulling on her tender breast flesh. Her toned dancers' legs were straddling the cross bar and tightly clenched as they stretched to find the ground. Diane's hips were rocking back and forth as the Sybian's constant torment titillated her clit. While her hips twitched to and fro the red crystal in the back of the butt plug glistened like a beacon drawing attention to her delicious tush. James loved to watch Diane as she writhed and twisted erotically. Her head thrashed back and forth with her hair swarming around her neck and shoulders. Her mouth opened and closed in erotic spasms, but mostly he loved all the myriad of micro-tremors that cascaded through her body. At times, her arms would pull or the muscles in her back knot as she fought the tension. Other times it was her legs or taut stomach muscles that tried to rein in the ecstasy. All of her movements mesmerized James, making him want to find new ways to drive her wild. She was the most beautiful and erotic thing he had ever seen. He memorized all of her sensual movements. Her steamy and suggestive gestures were incredibly arousing. Her impassioned carnal actions made his body ache and palms sweat with impatience. James walked over to Diane knowing he would add to her arousal as he whispered into her ear, "There must be over 100 people watching you right now, my love." He got the exact reaction he expected as she moaned while a tremor raced through her constrained body. He knew the confirmation that she was on display in front of hundreds of people would kick in her exhibitionism, making everything more intense. All the erotic cues that he looked for in her were now on full display, as her mind and body convulsed in waves of suggestive torment. This was why Diane loved this man and would do anything for him. He made love to her by combining love, passion and kinky ideas to create a reality that surpassed her fantasies. He first made love to her with his eyes and hands as he bound her to this medieval contraption. Next, he teased and titillated her with toys and lastly brought in the crowd to watch. It was all too much and she was insane with desire. He knew her mind, her romantic desires, and bawdy sexual needs. He combined romance, lewd displays and constraining bondage to make love to her mind. He had barely even touched her, yet she craved his dominance and wanted him to just take her, pounding into her unyielding body. As desperate as she wanted that, she knew it was still far away. He needed to make sure that her mind was overwhelmed with the sensations, her heart was exploding with romance and her body hungered for his dominance. Through it all she wanted to please him. She wanted everyone to know that he was her Master and he controlled her every movement. With her submission she wanted to bring light into his life and let him know that he was loved without measure. She kept herself ready to respond to his touches because she knew it pleased him. Diane whimpered and pleaded for him to take her, but he knew her inner desires and knew she could take more. She was strong so he could break her and her final submission to him showed her Master who she belonged to. James whispered into her ear, "All those people are waiting to see you explode in orgasm, but they will just have to wait. You don't have permission yet to cum, do you pet?" After whispering in her ear James's hands caressed her silky skin, teased her nipples, navel, clit and ass. While he was speaking, James gave a small tug on the chain connected to the nipple clamps. He slid a finger through her pussy lips next to Sybian's dildo and stroked her G spot. Diane's mouth opened and closed spasmodically several times before she finally responded, "Oh no, Oh Master ... Oh, Oh, Oh Master, no, no, no please ... I can't cum without permission." Diane wanted to make him so proud, but the fire inside her and his rousing caresses were making it very difficult to follow his command not to cum. James could see the perspiration starting to glisten on her skin as she tried to rein in the carnal tsunami that was starting. Diane threw her head back in an ecstasy laden moan and took a deep gasping breath. James couldn't resist the temptation and stuck his tongue deep in her mouth in a hungry ravishing kiss. Diane kissed him back with just as much hunger and James could feel her quivering as their tongues fought for dominance. James ended the kiss and started to pull back with Diane stretching her body to trying to follow his lips. She had forgotten about being tied to the apparatus. When she stretched her clit came into a deeper contact with the Sybian vibrator and the chain between her nipple clamps pulled hard on her already stretched nipples. Diane screamed like a banshee in the throes of passion and she was pushed to the edge of her orgasmic abyss. She never wanted to disappoint her master and she clawed her way back from the rim of her impending cum. She gasped and whimpered, "Oh God, Master, oh God, oh God, oh God, please take me now, I don't know how much longer I can hold it." James watched her legs and hips quivering on the edge of control, barely hanging on to her orgasm. He grabbed a deerskin flogger from the wall and slapped it against his leg as he said, "Remember my love, you still don't have permission to cum." He stepped back to give her a few seconds to recover. Diane's chest was heaving trying to fill her lungs with desperately needed air, but each breath seemed to tug on either her nipples or clit. As badly as she needed to cum, she needed to please her master more. So, she fought the waves of ecstasy that kept trying to drown her and focused on her Master's love that could save her. While Diane was trying to recover, James turned to the audience, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My passionate slave and I are going to demonstrate some of the items that you can purchase here at 'Fantasy'. First let me tell you about my extraordinary slave. As you can all tell she's extremely beautiful and sensuous, but what you can't see is the passion lurking inside. Throughout this evening's demonstration she will have to control that passion, because she can only orgasm when I give her permission. As you can tell by the apparatus that she is tied to, controlling her fiery passion is going to be extraordinarily difficult." "The first item she is sitting on is called a Sybian vibrator. By sitting on it her pussy is the victim of this diabolical machine, stretched wide open allowing the clit stimulators to be in direct contact with her clit. It is meant to drive her crazy with extraordinary stimulation. In addition, this one also has a dildo designed to stimulate her G-Spot. I alone control the speed of the vibrator and right now it is a very low setting. My gorgeous slave has no idea when I'm going to change the speed of the vibrator and that unknown creates even more desire. You see, anticipation of the unknown is a most powerful aphrodisiac." "The Sybian vibrator is also known to give many women their very first orgasm. Those that are already orgasmic have been turned into multi-orgasmic. My slave is already multi-orgasmic and we have no idea what this is going to do to her. The jeweled butt plug that you see glistening in her behind fills her ass and presses against the dildo inside her pussy. This only makes the Sybian's dildo press tighter against her G-Spot." "The last device attached to my slave is a set of nipple clamps. They provide a kind of erotic pain that seems to go with any other kind of stimulation. As you can see the chain between the clamps is wrapped around the pole in front of her. This means whenever she squirms or twists or reacts in any way to the Sybian, her nipples are also pulled and stimulated. So, let's see what happens when I turn up the vibrator." James took the dial in his hand and turned it up about 25%. Diane's body reacted immediately by trying to hurdle away from the extreme stimulation. As her back arched backwards the nipple clamps yanked hard on her elongated nipples. Diane's head fell back as she shrieked her torturous passion. Her body rocked back and forth between the vicious nipple clamps and the relentless clit stimulation. James turned down the Sybian's control back to its previous level and watched Diane once again regain control of her overstimulated body. These are the kind of moments that James relished. It was extremely erotic watching Diane's mind trying to control the passion that rippled through her tightly stretched form. It was a battle between her body's need for fulfillment and her mind's desire to please her master. All the gasps, shutters, tremors and squirms showed everyone just what a battle it was. Most of the crowd focused on her lithe form and her erotic dance of passion, but James focused on her eyes and face. That's what showed him who was winning the battle and as soon as her eyes told him she was winning, he moved back in with the flogger. James focused on the audience for a second as he added, "Everything you see here is for sale inside the store. I also have a very soft deerskin flogger. This is not harsh enough to damage my slave, but allows me to push her in the direction that I want. Let me demonstrate!" James used the flogger and lightly swatted her butt setting in motion the cycle of nipple tugs and pussy twitches that Diane had previously experienced. Diane's mantra of "Oh God" was continuing and seemed closer together. James watched her eyes and every time he thought she was gaining control he would give her another swat, pushing her back to the edge. He kept up a languid pace, caressing her back, butt and belly with the flogger. In between use of the flogger he would also use his fingers to tweak her nipples, caress her clit and twirl the plug in her ass. Diane's body squirmed and writhed, laboring to control the waves of organic fire that pulsed and coiled inside her sexual core. While her body was a convoluted mass of heaving pleasure, her face was a mask of painful concentration. Fighting the relentless Sybian was hard enough, but James's loving sensuous touches kept moving her towards the point of no return. Diane used the pain of the nipple clamps to counteract the unworldly pleasure brought on by the Sybian. They were 20 minutes into the show and her nipples were elongated as Diane pulled against the clamps. The combination of pain and pleasure tore at the very fabric of her sanity and by now she was floating unaware of her surroundings. She could feel and smell her Master close by, but her eyes were lost in the agonizing battle. She couldn't focus on anything with both her mind and her eyes lost in her passion fog. The pleasure invaded every cell in her body and she would gladly let her body succumb to the bliss that awaited her. If only her Master would let her cum, one agony would end and the bliss begin. The satisfaction that awaited her could be triggered only by her Master. Diane used the pain to push back from her orgasmic abyss and honor her Master. Her deepest and most overriding desire was pleasing her Master and making him proud of her. She voiced her ecstasy with a combination of whimpers, mewls, and deep throaty moans, but finally made a gasping plea. "Oh Master ... Oh God, my devious Master ... Your driving me crazy ... Oh, oh, oh my Master ... Oh God, I love what you do to me! Please, Master, let me cum soon!" James turned up the Sybian vibrator another notch and watched as the love of his life fought back another wave of torturous ecstasy. Her eyes popped wide open soon as he turned up the vibrator and he could tell she was dragged closer to her orgasmic abyss. However, very soon the startled ecstasy was replaced by her determined concentration. Her squirming and twitching would engage the chain attached to the nipple clamps, but her reaction to the tugs on her nipples had changed. The nipple clamps were the dastardly part of this set up, because every time the chain yanked on her nipples, it broke her concentration. Each time she was dragged closer to her orgasmic cliff and had to claw her way back. At first there was pain, but that soon changed into high voltage jolts of passion every time she tugged on the chain. James made it worse for Diane when at odd intervals he would use the flogger on her trembling belly or quivering ass. Each time it would break her concentration for a second and she would slip closer to her impending orgasm. James watched her body ripples, head thrashes, and facial twitches carefully, as the orgasmic tsunami was building into gargantuan proportions. He knew when it hit she would be swept away on the wave of bliss she had only known in his arms. James was very proud of her tonight. She had been in a passionate frenzy for close to 40 minutes now. With perspiration glistening on her skin, the pained concentration on her face told him she could not take very much more. James ran his hands over her trembling belly and slid his finger down to her throbbing clit and caressed the hard nub. He slid his finger past her clit, slid it inside her alongside the dildo until he was caressing her G-Spot. James saw her body jerking as the added stimuli pushed her beyond her ability to cope. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "The entire walkway is blocked with people watching you please your master. Are you ready to cum, my love?" "MMMMASTER ... OH GOD MASTER, PLEASE ... CUMMING ... CAN'T STOP IT ... PLEASE MASTER, OH GOD PLEASE!" James removed his finger from inside her and stood next to the Sybian's control box. He turned the dial to almost the highest setting and simultaneously use the flogger on her ass as he commanded, "Cum for me, my love, cum, my pet." Diane's body immediately went rigid with every muscle locked in orgasmic bliss. As the cords on her neck strained against her skin in a silent scream, her chest and neck blushed bright red in testament to her cum's intensity. As her eyes rolled back showing the whites of her eyes, her legs shot out in an intense spasm trying to find someplace to hold onto. With her legs unable to find the ground or grasp anything, her clit was still firmly pressed against the unrelenting vibrator. Diane's very sensitive clit throbbed hard against the remorseless vibrator and she let out a primitive, shuttering scream. The muscles in her taut form were rippling in orgasmic glory, making her perspiration-soaked skin sparkle like rhinestones in the light. Her legs shot out to her side as they trembled like buildings in an earthquake. Her mind was soaring in her wispy passionate clouds, totally divorced from her body's devastation. The Sybian kept her at her peak, not letting her come down and only barely letting her catch her breath. With the onset of her orgasm, her mouth hung open in rapturous disbelief, but then convulsed, opening and closing as she tried to find ways to express her bliss. She finally let out a banshee like scream that let everyone know the overwhelming euphoria she was feeling. James moved and stood next to her holding her lightly and she continued to convulse on the vibrator. Her uncontrollable thrashing became more violent as the machine continued to feed her unrelenting euphoria. He tightened his grasp just as a particularly hard spasm jerked her body backwards, ripping one of the nipple clamps from her nipple. James held her tightly as another banshee like scream tore from her throat. This time it was a combination of pain mixed with pleasure. James continue to hold her tightly as he bent down and took the tortured nipple into his mouth, lovingly soothing and reviving her tormented breast flesh. When he was finished, he removed the other nipple clamp and repeated the loving revival of her tormented nipple. The throbbing pain in her nipples only seemed to add to the unending and unquenchable rapture. Diane's orgasm didn't seem to decrease at all. If anything, it still seemed as if she was climbing into higher, more flesh consuming orgasms. While her body was being buffeted uncontrollably in an orgasmic sea, her face had morphed into an almost angelic heavenly bliss. She was glowing with a radiance that took James's breath away, but it was her erotic power that made him want to make love to her. He wasn't the only one as he heard her breathless whispering, "Master, oh Master, take me please, oh Master I need you I need you in me. I need you, please Master, I need you with me." James felt his heart swell into his throat. He loved her like he had never loved anyone before and she was telling him the same thing. He looked at the clock and realized he only had a few more minutes left so he turned off the vibrator and detached her arms from the pole. She automatically draped her bound arms around his neck as he lifted her trembling body off the Sybian. James held her tight in his arms as he took a bow in front of the window. The crowd broke into raucous cheers that reverberated through the alleys. Diane was still lost in her orgasmic wonderland and never heard the audience's reaction. James nodded to the manager before she closed the curtains and left the stage. James had extra staff side store all the requests and about 80% of the crowd did come inside and buy something. He later determined that they sold out the Sybian almost immediately. Diane pulled herself tighter into his arms with her face quivering in the crook of his shoulder. Her body continued to spasm and twitch as she whimpered in his shoulder. He sat in a chair off to the side of the stage cradling her gently in his arms. He gently stroked her angelic face and lightly kissed her hair, forehead, and nose and caressed her wonderful quivering curves. As he held her again his heart ached with the overflowing love, he felt for her. He pulled her body tighter to his in a loving hug. As he held her, he could barely hear a shaky audible whisper, "I need to feel you in me, Master. I need to feel your cock buried inside me; please make love to me, Master." James looked at her tired and frazzled body, but the look in her eyes told him that she was serious. She wanted ... no, needed him inside her, making love to her. James stood up and sat Diane in the chair while he took off all his clothes. When he was finished, he picked up his stunning slave girl, sat back in the chair, draped her legs around him and began to slide his cock through her womanly folds. Her petite pussy had always been tight around his thick cock, but with the butt plug still inside her she felt like a velvet vise, rippling and clamping around his cock. James eased himself inside her, going deeper and deeper until his entire cock was buried inside her, pressing hard against her cervix. Diane felt the air being ripped from her lungs as his cock filled her like never before. With both James and the butt plug inside her, she was stuffed and stretched like never before. She gasped, whimpered and squirmed on his lap, with renewed passion in her body language. Her eyes told him this was exactly what she wanted and they filled with joyous tears full of love and adoration. Her eyes stared through him melting his heart, bringing joy to his soul. James grabbed her tight ass cheeks in each hand and began to lift her up and down his cock. As he slowly began to slide in and out of her, Diane was catapulted back into her orgasmic stratosphere. Her body shook and quivered, but these weren't the gut twisting orgasms she had just gone through. These were instead two hearts joining as one, two souls merging and the union of two bodies. These were not left over from the previous orgasms, but instead these were new and they came from deep within her heart. Throughout it all their eyes and lips never left each other. This was a reaffirmation of their love and commitment to each other. James started picking up the pace with long strokes from the edge of her pussy lips, ending as he slammed against her cervix. Her eyes stayed on his except during the hard-pussy cramping cums, when her eyes would roll to the back of her head. Her eyes stayed there for a couple of seconds, snapping back and looking into his eyes with renewed love. James was completely overcome by this woman who had him, and he would never let her go. Her cries this time were softer with more meaning with more love in them. "Oh ... Oh Master ... So deep in me! ... Oh ... More Master ... Take Me ... Own Me ... Make Me Yours! ... Love me ... Oh So Big ... So Deep ... Love Me ... Oh ... God I need you so!" She was cumming hard; her stomach muscles were cramping and trembling with the strain on her continuous orgasms. Her legs were trembling and shaking uncontrollably, and it felt indecently wicked like a vibrator was attached. Diane was having a hard time keeping her eyes attached to James as her body thrashed from side to side. He had to hold her tighter as he began to slam harder into her deeply against her cervix. James reached around and began to play with the butt plug as he pounded inside her. The combination of James's large cock and the butt plug was too much as Diane was vaulted into a whole new level of orgasmic intensity. Her legs shook with earthquake-like tremors as they lost all muscle control. Diane felt like her heart was going to explode. Her whole body automatically tried to curl into a fetal ball to protect her rapturous core, but James held her tight as she suffered through bliss only, he could give her. Diane had no place to go and her body could not respond even if she did. She sat heavy in James's lap with his cock filling her and pressing hard against her cervix. As he moved either his cock or the butt plug, they both felt movement through the membrane separating her two holes. It was all very sensual and erotic. Watching the love of his life explode in ecstasy that he had never seen before made him feel as if he could do anything. For James, her continuously clasping and milking pussy was getting to him. It was all very erotic and primal as he wove his hands through her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her sensuous neck to his ravenous mouth. He nibbled, licked, and bit her neck as he growled like a hungry lion feasting on his prey. His growls turned groans as he began planting his seed inside her. Pulse after pulse launched his cum against her defenseless cervix. Diane was still lost, with her mind and body still controlled by her unrelenting cums, but in a wildly primal way she knew he was filling her with his seed. For the next few minutes they were both lost in their own sensual afterglow. However, that quickly morphed into an amorous dreamy state that bound them together with love. Diane was still moaning and shivering as James pulled his cock out of her. Diane whimpered at the sudden loss and she felt very empty inside. James stood from the chair with Diane in his arms and carried her naked to their behind the display window. He placed her on the mat they called their bed and laid down next to her. He pulled the butt plug from her ass then cocooned her body tightly in his arms. As he held her in his arms his chest began to ache, he felt it radiate down his arms and through his entire body. It was his love for this woman; this pain in his heart could only be satisfied by her in his arms and his life. He felt very protective of this tiny woman who had captured his heart and he found he wanted nothing more than to take care of her. James thought he had been in love before, but it was nothing like this. His need for her was like a powerful drug and he was heavily addicted. He physically needed her near him, but it was much more than just that. His heart ached for her and he found he couldn't ever stop thinking about her. It dawned on him that by giving herself completely to him, Diane had captured all of his heart, even the parts he tried to hide from people. Diane had shown him what complete and total, selfless love truly was and it powerfully inspired him to greatness. The gift of her submission had made him feel omnipotent and powerful. Her total faith in him had given him the ability to do anything and achieve great things. He felt like he had to be a better man to be worthy of her unwavering trust and total belief in him. It was a rather weird paradox that the submissive had all the real power, but the gift of her submission had changed him. It was a daunting responsibility to have this incredibly beautiful and selfless woman turn over the care of her heart, mind, and body to him. However, her gift made it a responsibility he would gladly bear. Diane was thinking many of the same thoughts. Her heart and body were still being overwhelmed by the frenzied ecstasy, but her eyes were glued to his, still watching him, watch her. She could see the intense devotion, as well as the frenzied heat in his eyes. She could see that he loved her, desired her, cherished her and protected her, but what surprised her was that he knew her. He knew her fears, her darkest secrets and her fantasies. Instinctively he knew when to push her and when to give her space. He knew when to slowly make love to her and when to take her like a bitch in heat. He seemed to know when she wanted to cuddle alone in their bed when she wanted to be publicly displayed as his slave. He knew that her strong spirit only made the gift of her submission that much sweeter. He was everything she desired, but he was even things she didn't know she wanted. She had been afraid that a dominant/submissive relationship would make her lose who she was, but the reverse actually happened. She had grown stronger and the knowledge that she had someone she could always count on erased many of her fears. She felt a freedom to be herself, without fear, shame or humiliation. He loved her for just who she was and for Diane this was an exhilarating first. She belonged to him, but he didn't try to change her. Through his dominance he had guided her to emotions she never before thought possible and to joys without measure. She had never known passion or love like this and her life with him was a wonderful dream. He made love to her mind and heart in such a way that her body ached and craved his touch. Throughout it all she felt safe and protected enough to give him all she was and put herself completely in his hands. As she looked at him her eyes filled with tears of joy. She had long since given up finding someone that loved her just as she was, but now the man she had dreamed of was holding her in his arms. Tears trickled out of her eyes as she lifted her head and gently kissed his lips. She snuggled into his arms and in a quivering voice filled with love and adoration she said, "I've never known love or passion like this and it consumes me. You're all I want and I ache all over when you're not holding me. I never thought I would find someone that understood me and loved me for who I am. It seems like you can see deep into my soul and you are the inspiration for my soul's fire. You help me laugh; you teach me how to love and provide a safe place for me to dance my own dance. You amazement me, and every day I rediscover how much you are a part of me. I hope you know just how much I love you."

The Camera loves Brianna! ByLuckyDave1066© Brianna was surprised to see an email from Maureen Symonde in her inbox, one clearly addressed to her alone, not some company-wide directive. Maureen was several levels above Brianna on the food chain at Moment Media Solutions, in charge of all print media advertising accounts. Maureen was Brianna's boss's boss's boss's boss; up until that moment she wouldn't have bet Maureen even knew who she was. Whatever the reason for the summons to Maureen's office, Brianna wasted no time in making her way there, hoping to make a good impression. Maureen's greeting was formal, almost cold; Brianna wondered if she was in some trouble or if this was just Maureen's normal tone. Maureen wasted no time telling Brianna she had been selected to work on an ad campaign for an Australian company, Holliman Intimates. "What does Holliman sell," asked Brianna, "the name sounds like it might be a lingerie company." "You're right; their main focus is on lingerie, the racy kind, not stuff for everyday wear." Maureen replied. "I'm happy to help out; what do you need from me first, mockups of ads? Has any ad copy been started for me to work into sketches?" "Actually," said Maureen, "This isn't a request for you to do graphic design on this campaign; assigning you to do that would have been done through the usual channels. The plan is for you to model their new line of merchandise in photos for ads to run in several magazines published in Australia and New Zealand." "Model? Me? LINGERIE? Is this some kind of joke?" asked Brianna, "I've never worked as a model at all!" "I assure you, this isn't the kind of thing I joke about. Our expectation is that you'll step up to help the firm satisfy our client's wishes. Of course, you'll be paid at a level appropriate for a high profile account like this one; your fee for a few photo sessions will be a fair amount more than your current yearly income." "The pay isn't relevant, I'm just not interested in appearing practically naked in some magazine!" replied Brianna, her voice rising. Looking grim, Maureen continued: "The problem we have is that Holliman's CEO, Roger Holliman saw a collection of photos of you during a visit to our office last week. Our IT security department head had left prints of several photos and screen captures from a video on my desk just before Roger came in to meet with me and Roger was quite taken with what he saw. He insisted that we use the woman in the photos for his ad campaign and wasn't interested in any substitutes." "What photos of me could he have seen?" asked Brianna. She was absolutely certain she had wiped the memory card she had used to make nude photos here in the office for her husband and had also been thorough in deleting all traces of them and the emails she had sent Andy with the nudes from her computer. Maureen actually seemed fairly sympathetic as she broke the news to Brianna about the automatic backup over the company's wi-fi network of all photos and videos taken with the company's cameras. The system was set up to copy any new files to a server immediately after they were recorded on the camera's memory card. She handed Brianna a large envelope with the photos Holliman had seen, featuring the full set of photos of a nude but masked Brianna and a few screen captures taken after she had removed the mask! "So there it is, Brianna." said Maureen, "You can do a few days of modeling for publications which are only circulated halfway around the world and collect a pretty substantial fee before going back to your regular work here, or you can find yourself a new employer; if you don't help us with this you shouldn't expect any kind of reference. If you're concerned about your image here at our office, we can justify doing the shoots away from here and use freelancers instead of our in-house facilities and staff. I'll be supervising this project personally, but I can be the only person in the firm who knows about your new assignment." Brianna was practically speechless; only moments ago she thought she had landed the most important assignment of her career. She asked Maureen for some time to think about the assignment, overcoming her instinct to just refuse and start hunting for a new job. "Sure, think it over if you need to, just let me know what you decide by tomorrow morning." said Maureen. Brianna spent half her day looking up Holliman online to get a sense of what sort of image they had, and what their products were like. There really wasn't a lot to go on, at least that she could find. What she did see seemed fairly tasteful. Maureen's description of their wares had Brianna expecting the worst, but what she found online was fairly elegant; she still felt a little chill seeing some of the more revealing items but thought even they were something she might wear for Andy's enjoyment. Being photographed for public consumption wearing them, that was a whole other story; just thinking about it gave her a more intense chill. By quitting time Brianna had made up her mind to go ahead with Maureen's demand; she liked her job and didn't relish looking for a new one with a cloud over her abrupt departure from her current one. She thought she probably should talk it over with Andy, but since he had shared some of the nudes she sent him with his friends, even though accidentally, he wasn't in a position to object. Since these photos were only to be published about as far away on the planet as possible she thought he might not object too much anyway, especially given the big payday involved. Maureen was pleased the next morning when Brianna told her she would take the modeling assignment, telling her: "We should be able to make all the arrangements in a few days; plan on being out of the office next Wednesday and Thursday." Brianna was surprised at how fast this was happening, but thought it was probably just as well to get it over with sooner than later. A long wait and more time to think through what she was expected to do would thoroughly fray her nerves. She was having second and third thoughts every few hours as it was; now that she was committed she just wanted it to be done. She decided to keep Andy in the dark about her new gig for now, thinking it would be easier to get his forgiveness after the fact than his approval before, especially with a big fat check to ease the shock. Wednesday morning Brianna drove to the studio Maureen had rented for the week. She parked her car and sat there a while, thinking briefly about calling Maureen with some excuse for bailing out. She reminded herself that nobody here but Maureen knew who she was and the only people to see the photos would be on the far side of the earth. All that and a little curiosity about what modeling this way would feel like got her out of the car and into the studio. Maureen greeted her at the door. "She's probably been watching me since I drove up." thought Brianna. Maureen introduced her to the crew, which was larger than she'd anticipated. Photographer Dana, Stylist Ruth, Makeup artist Pam, Wardrobe manager Alice; all seemed to be perfectly nice, just more people than Brianna had expected to see her practically undressed. Ruth and Pam hustled Brianna off to a small room at the back of the studio and had her take a seat while they got their tools out to give her hair, face and nails a thorough makeover. Before they got started Alice joined them, saying: "Hold up a moment. Brianna, dear, did you follow the instructions we sent you about how to dress today?" Brianna answered: "Just my t-shirt and shorts, no bra, no panties, no belts, jewelry or anything to leave a mark on me, right?" "Good girl!" said Alice, "Go to work, ladies, I'll be back with your first outfit once they're done with you." "Actually, a button down shirt would have been better," said Ruth, "getting your shirt off after we've done your hair and makeup might mess up our work; time to take off the shirt, dear." She was a bit unnerved at being told to get half naked by this stranger, but Brianna pulled the shirt over her head and set it on her lap, thinking how different this experience was from anything she'd ever done. After 20 minutes of styling and makeup work, Brianna was starting to enjoy being tended to from head to toe. Getting a look at herself in a full-length mirror, she could hardly recognize herself. It was clearly her in the mirror, but a more exotic version than anyone had ever seen. She began for the first time to see herself as the kind of woman who someone would pay top dollar to model lingerie. Knowing Alice would be bringing her first outfit soon, Brianna stood up, unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to the floor. She was a little embarrassed by having gotten completely naked without waiting to be asked, but the embarrassment was brief as she saw that her alter ego in the mirror definitely looked better nude than wearing a pair of cargo shorts. Alice returned with her first outfit, a fairly conservative bra and panty set, black and lacy. Dana asked her to climb up on a brass bed filled with fluffy sheets and pillows. She took photos from every angle imaginable, coaching Brianna the entire time on how to arrange herself on the bed and how to go through a variety of facial expressions; sultry, shy, innocent, lusty, satisfied, and many other shades. Just when Brianna thought they were done with this outfit, Dana asked her, "Now unhook the bra and drop the straps down to your elbows; we need the bra to still be mostly in place but look like you're about to take it off." Brianna did as asked. After several shots like that Dana said, "Now kneel on the bed with your back to me, take the bra off and drape it over your shoulder; look back at the camera and give it a look of pure lust." Brianna took a deep breath and after some hesitation again did as she was instructed. Dana took a couple dozen more shots, moving around to several points around the bed, including some directly in front of Brianna! "Should I cover up my boobs? Can you use shots with them exposed like this in an ad?" asked Brianna; she was practically shaking seeing Dana continue shooting her naked breasts, but made no move to cover up. "Actually, the magazines these ads will run in allow quite a bit of nudity, I'll only shoot something we can use. Now, one last pose before we're done with this outfit. Please sit on the bed facing me with your legs bent and knees raised to cover your boobs. Keep the bra over your shoulder and slide your panties down your legs, just past your knees. Don't worry, your pussy will be hidden by your legs, but the impression this position gives is that you're moments away from being fucked." Brianna shuddered as she complied with this newest, most explicit request. She could hardly believe she was now modeling lingerie which she was barely in contact with; to say she was wearing it was an exaggeration, she felt more like a backdrop for displaying the product on. After several more shots of the essentially nude Brianna, Dana told everyone to take a 15-minute break before starting with the next outfit. Brianna thought 15 minutes wasn't going to be enough to let her pulse settle down, never mind being ready to go on posing. Alice handed her a robe to wear until she got into the next outfit. Brianna sat in the dressing room wondering, "If that was a conservative set, what's next?" She was partly dreading finding out but also beginning to remember some of the items she'd found photos of online and imagined how she'd look wearing them. Or maybe partly wearing them. It seemed like the break was over in way less than the 15 minutes Dana had promised, but Alice assured Brianna that it was really time to get started with her next outfit. She handed Brianna a set consisting of a mostly sheer red bra with no shoulder straps and matching tap pants. The only parts of the bra not completely sheer were the straps and small lace inserts at the cups to conceal the wearer's nipples. The pants were no more modest, being sheer everywhere except for a narrow band of lace at the waistband and a tiny lace panel at the crotch. Brianna took a deep breath as she took her robe off and stepped into the pants. She put on the bra, carefully arranging it to line up the lace over her nipples; she looked in the mirror and had to admit she liked what she saw. The outfit was certainly more revealing than her first one but she thought it was somehow more refined looking. She shuddered briefly as she thought how Dana would likely have her posing with this set. The second session started much like the first one, with Briana assuming several positions on the bed as Dana prowled around her looking for the best angles to shoot from. Dana seemed pleased with the results, but wasn't really satisfied, eventually telling Brianna she wanted to try something different. Brianna was certain this was the end of whatever modesty her current outfit was providing, but nodded and waited to hear what Dana had in mind. "This outfit is so elegant and simple I think we need a contrasting setting, not the cushy bed as a backdrop." Dana said, "Let's try some shots with you up against that rough brick wall over there." Dana had Brianna lean back against the wall for a few shots, then had her turn to face the wall while standing a couple of feet away from it, leaning her arms against it. While looking back at the lens. This pose stretched the sheer pants snugly against her ass; Dana was pretty pleased with the new setting and new poses. She told Brianna to sit on a concrete ledge at the base of the wall with her feet straight in front of her and her arms raised above her and leaning back against the wall as if she was held in place by some invisible shackles. The new position caused her chest to stick out prominently; Brianna guessed she must look pretty hot in this pose. "You look great like that, so sexy!" said Dana, "Now let's try some just like that but with your bra hanging from one of your hands." Brianna gave a moment's thought to objecting to her naked boobs being more the subject than the lingerie, but went along; by now she was feeling pretty sexy and looked forward to seeing the results on a monitor during the next break. She unhooked the bra and resumed her previous pose this time topless and dangling the bra from her fingers. She wondered if the crew noticed how her nipples were stiffening. After a few minutes shooting Brianna topless in various poses, Dana pronounced herself satisfied with what they had done with this outfit. Brianna felt an unexpected pang of regret that she hadn't been told to take off the tap pants too; she was shocked to realize she actually wanted to be completely nude! Wanting to be seen naked was one thing, being able to admit it was another thing entirely; she couldn't bring herself to suggest it. Maureen unwittingly helped her get her wish, asking Dana if some shots with Brianna holding her entire outfit in her hands might be a good idea. Excited to be told to strip completely but still feeling some shame, Brianna trembled as she slid the pants off her hips and let them drop to her feet. Dana took a couple dozen more shots of Brianna holding the lingerie in various positions, a few with her holding the pants in front of her pussy and several more where nothing was hidden. Brianna's favorite pose had her standing with her hands on her hips and looking straight at the camera with one tiny garment in each hand. Breaking for lunch, everyone complimented Brianna on how she had done so far. Dana told her they already had more good shots than some shoots she had done with experienced models in a full day. Brianna asked, "How many more outfits will we be doing today?" She was a little disappointed to be told they were only going to do one more session. She smiled when Maureen reminded them all that they still had more to do the next day. The outfit presented to Brianna after lunch would have shocked her just a few hours earlier; the set consisted of a white camisole and panties, conservative in their cut but about as transparent as fabric could be. She was pretty sure the fabric was more sheer than any stockings she owned, and neither garment had even a hint of lace or anything else to obstruct a clear and complete view of whoever was bold enough to wear them. Brianna put on the flimsy garments and asked Dana and Maureen, "What do you think?" turning around to give them a good look before answering. "Luscious!" said Dana. "Stunning!" said Maureen, "But...as sheer as this outfit is I think your pubic hair is a distraction. What would you say to letting Ruth remove it?" "Um, how exactly?" Brianna asked. "I'm not interested in waxing!" Ruth took her aside and told her about a cream she used which she promised would leave her: "Completely smooth in less than 10 minutes. Honestly, we're talking baby's butt smooth, and I've never had a complaint about irritation." Brianna was doubtful but took the bottle Ruth handed her and retreated to the bathroom. Testing the cream on a small area, she was happy to find it worked just as Ruth promised; she applied it liberally, emerging twenty minutes later completely pube free. "Yet another surprise in a day full of them." she thought. She noticed Ruth, Pam, and Alice, apparently all done for the day, packing up their supplies in the back of the studio and getting ready to leave. Dana took Brianna through many of the same poses as they had done in her previous outfits, but added a new twist; she spritzed Brianna's outfit liberally with water every few minutes. The already sheer fabric seemed to disappear entirely wherever it was in contact with her body! Sensing her model had become more relaxed and open to suggestions, Dana had her experiment with caressing her breasts and ass through the thin fabric, continuing to shoot the whole time. Reclining on the bed, Brianna took these suggestions and ran with them, moving on to squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples without the slight barrier of the camisole by raising it's bottom edge completely above her breasts. "Go with it, Brianna," Dana said, "It's okay if you want to take your top off. You can touch yourself anywhere, it's alright." This was all the encouragement Brianna needed by this point; she pulled the camisole off and rolled her nipples between her thumb and index finger, eventually lifting each breast in turn to lick and suck on the nipples. "Anything you feel like doing is okay." whispered Dana, "You look beautiful right now. If you want to show yourself, feel yourself, go for it. I'd love to see you come!" Maureen stood perfectly still, afraid making a sound would break this spell, amazed by what she was seeing. Brianna had closed her eyes and had tugged her panties down around her knees, revealing her smooth pussy. She circled her clit with her thumb before rubbing it directly, then plunged two fingers deep into her pussy and frigged herself. After a couple of minutes, she moaned and arched her back, losing herself in an amazing orgasm. As the last waves rolled through her she opened her eyes; seeing Maureen staring and Dana still taking photos, she shrieked and ran off to the changing area. Brianna quickly dressed and was about to leave when Dana stopped her, asking her to at least review the day's photos on an Ipad she was carrying. Though mortified by the exhibition she had just put on, Brianna was curious about how she had looked in her various outfits; she sat down and quickly cycled through the several hundred photos, occasionally pausing to study one more carefully. While she would never want anyone she knew other than Andy to see a single one of them, she couldn't help being proud of how she looked in many of them. When Brianna got to the last few photos Dana told her: "If you insist we can delete the more explicit ones, but I hope you don't ask me to; I'm feeling a little guilty about egging you on the way I did but I think you're really beautiful in them, sexy as hell." Calming down after seeing the photos, Brianna asked: "Can I sleep on it tonight, assuming I can actually get to sleep? I wasn't expecting today to be as crazy as it's turned out, but have to admit I like a lot of the photos." "Sure thing, let me know tomorrow...you will still be here tomorrow, right?'" "I guess so, but I hope it turns out to be a little less intense than today!" said Brianna as she left. Maureen caught up with her as she was leaving, thanking her: "You really stepped up today; I know it wasn't easy for you. I appreciate your willingness to go outside of your comfort zone. God knows I couldn't do what you did today, couldn't have even when I was your age and definitely not now that I'm on the wrong side of Fifty." Brianna looked Maureen in the eye and told her: "Yesterday I'd have thought I couldn't do much of what I did today either, but I guess in the right situation anything can happen. I never would have taken this assignment if you hadn't forced me to, but it's been an amazing experience; I've gotten in touch with parts of my psyche I never had a clue existed." "But the photos you took of yourself that impressed Roger Holliman so much, they seem fairly similar, no?" asked Maureen. "Whole different thing." said Brianna, "They were intended to only be seen by my husband and nobody was present to see me creating them. Having this whole crew watching me and knowing at least a few of these photos will be seen by tens of thousands of people, I can't even begin to explain how that feels. By the way, as for your age, I can only hope to hold up as well as you when I reach it. You could be the model for a new line at Holliman for a more experienced demographic who've risen in their careers and can afford to treat themselves to some luxurious lingerie!" Maureen laughed at the suggestion, but Brianna thought it seemed like a nervous laugh. Reaching home at close to her usual time, Brianna told Andy she was feeling drained from a hard day at work, skipped dinner and got to bed early, dropping off to sleep much earlier than she expected given the agitation she was experiencing. Thursday morning Brianna arrived at the studio and was greeted by Maureen and Dana. She was surprised by what she didn't see; the elaborate lighting setup, laptop, and cases of camera equipment were missing; even the bed was gone. "Did I miss something?" she asked, "I thought we had more shooting to do today." "We definitely do." said Dana, "We're going to shoot at a different location today. Everyone else is already at our van outside, we'll fill you in on the way. Why don't you get out of your street clothes and get into a robe for the trip to our location, that way Ruth and Pam can do your makeup and hair on the way." Once underway, Maureen explained today's concept. "The slogan Holliman seems to have settled on for their ad campaign is "Stand out from the Crowd!" so today we'll be shooting you in a few different outfits in an actual subway car while surrounded by other commuters." Brianna sputtered trying to verbalize all the ways this was a bad idea; too much risk of being seen by someone who knows her, being undressed in public, the likelihood of being arrested, the chance of flashing children, and several other reasons this just wasn't possible. Dana went through her list of objections one by one and explained why they weren't really an issue; most of Brianna's concerns were overcome by the fact that Maureen had rented a subway car, complete with a couple of transit authority staffers to drive and keep the general public from boarding the car. The odds of meeting an acquaintance were low given how Maureen arranged for the fake commuters; she'd found a convention in town with visitors from all over the country and offered $250 each for a couple hours of their time. Even after turning away a few with local addresses, she had no problem signing up 30 men and women to act the part of commuters. Brianna still was pretty nervous about being seen in such skimpy outfits by so many people, but with her main objections overcome she agreed to the plan. The crew all climbed into the van and set off for the Forrester Street subway station. Brianna cringed when she heard about their destination since she often used this station herself. In the 40 minutes it took to get to the station Ruth and Pam prepped her hair and makeup, no easy feat in a van moving through stop and go city traffic. Alice provided Brianna with a long raincoat once the van was parked near the entrance to the station, offering her the choice of having it replace the robe or wearing it over the robe. "Let's see, stay covered up or get naked in a van full of windows next to a crowded sidewalk; I think I'll keep the robe on for now!" Maureen called one of the transit employees she'd hired; he met the crew as they reached the platform and guided them to the rented subway car. "Are we going to do this shoot right next to the platform?" asked Brianna nervously, "That seems a little too public." "Relax," said Maureen, "once we're aboard the car will start rolling; I had hoped we could just be parked on a siding somewhere out of sight but was told that wouldn't be possible for safety reasons. We've been promised a slot right behind express trains to and from the airport, so we shouldn't even need to slow down at any stations for 30 minutes or so at a time. That should give us enough privacy, and Dana thinks a couple of round trips ought to take long enough to get the photos we need today." Satisfied that she wouldn't be exposing herself to people waiting on the platform at a dozen different stations, Brianna stepped aboard their private car, though it didn't feel very private at all with more than two dozen people already seated in it. Most of the understandably curious fake commuters turned to have a look at Maureen, Brianna and Dana's crew as they entered. Maureen welcomed them and thanked them for participating, before giving them basic instructions on what they were to do during the shoot. The instructions were pretty simple, they just needed to act like they normally would on a subway commute; read their books and newspapers, stare at their phones, nod off for a quick nap, whatever they typically would do. She continued, "The only challenge for you all will be ignoring our model, acting as if she wasn't there until we tell you to do otherwise. When we give you the word, you can take notice of her and act accordingly; I'll let you know when to treat her as Visible or Invisible. One last thing, please stay seated at all times to keep from interfering with the model's movements or the photographer's." Less than 15 minutes after they arrived at the station, what the crew was calling the Holliman Lingerie Express began to roll. Brianna realized for the first time there was no separate area for her to change clothes; Maureen had the crew all huddle together holding up a sheet Dana had packed to give her as much privacy as possible. Alice handed Brianna the day's first outfit, a shiny satin bra and panty set, fairly conservative compared with most of what she'd worn the day before. Brianna was especially happy to have something not too revealing to start with when Dana asked her to make a slow trip up the length of the car and back, pausing to pose in several spots. She posed holding onto one of the hanging straps, leaning on a seat, standing at the door, looking up at the ads above the windows and several other variations on the theme of being a commuter who just happened to be only wearing lingerie and heels. With all her fellow commuters ignoring her Brianna began to be more comfortable strolling around the car full of people; she couldn't forget she wasn't really invisible, but it did almost feel that way. Until Maureen called out: "Visible! You can see her now." Dana told Brianna: "Repeat all the poses you just did, ignoring the others as if THEY weren't there." Suddenly Brianna's private fantasy of being invisible was swept away by dozens of people gawking at her, losing all interest in whatever they had been reading or viewing in favor of staring at the barely dressed sexy young woman wandering up and down the car. She had enjoyed her invisibility but had to admit this was much closer to how people would really act if she ever did this in real life. She wondered if anyone had ever done something like this in real life, and whether she could bring herself to. Dana called Brianna back to the crew after she'd made a couple trips back and forth, telling her: "I'd like to get a few shots with you wandering around looking like you're going to take off your bra, not necessarily getting it off but getting it unhooked and off your arms." Brianna quivered as she asked: "I don't have to take it completely off?" "Not if it's too much for you, and if you do you can cover up with your hands and arms." "Okay, I guess. Doing this in front of so many people watching is...scary." "Invisible!" Maureen shouted as Brianna walked to the middle of the car. Trying to look as casual as if she were at home changing after work, Brianna studied the route map above the door, popping loose the hooks of her bra with one hand while hanging onto a pole with the other. She paused to let Dana get a shot of the loose straps, then moved on to slipping her arms free of the shoulder straps. She had to let go of the pole briefly to get the straps off her arms while still holding the cups in place, but managed to keep her balance. She made a tour of the car posing in several spots, all the while keeping the bra covering her breasts. "Visible" shouted Maureen. Brianna made one more lap around the car, this time being watched eagerly by her fellow commuters; she knew they must be wondering if she was going to show even more skin. She was wondering the same thing herself, rapidly cycling between embarrassment at her current state and a growing urge to just let the bra go! Just as she was deciding she wanted to see how it would feel to be topless in front of the crowd Dana called her back to change outfits. Brianna hadn't even noticed the car had stopped; they had reached the airport but were well short of the platform so the only possible spectators outside were a few men working on the tracks. She asked Alice what she would be wearing on the trip back to town. What she received pleased and scared her in about equal measure; A pair of cheek-baring boy shorts, not as blatant as a thong but not too far off. The front panel was a pink lace with a very sheer back half in the same color; the bra matched the look of the shorts and was just as skimpy, looking to Brianna like it might be meant for a woman considerably less well endowed than she was. Alice insisted it was the correct size, with plenty of stretch in the fabric. After Alice helped her squeeze into the new outfit Brianna made a tour of all the same spots and poses as she had in the previous outfit. When Dana called her over to discuss how to proceed now that they'd covered the basic poses, she was surprised at not being told to experiment with the bra; instead, she was asked to concentrate on showing off her mostly uncovered butt. Brianna did as she was asked, going through several poses featuring her ass, including a couple with the shorts pulled even higher in back, nearly getting into thong territory. By the time she and Dana had done all the butt centered photos, the car had almost returned to their starting point. As much as Brianna was interested in maybe, possibly getting out of her bra, doing so during the train's slow trip back through the station didn't seem like a good idea at all. She resigned herself to waiting for another opportunity to be seen wearing even less than she was right now, amazed that this had become a goal for her! She retreated behind the sheet to prepare for the next run out to the airport. Alice handed her the next outfit, a black mesh bustier with a few strategically placed pink floral lace panels. The panties matched, with pink ribbon ties at the sides instead of elastic. She put the new outfit on, finishing just as the train began its return trip. "Invisible!" shouted Maureen. "Awwww..." responded one of the passengers, drawing a chuckle from Brianna as she strolled up and down the length of the car for Dana's first round of shots. Brianna noticed how much lighter the new outfit was than the previous one. Despite technically covering much more of her, the mesh and lace let a lot more air flow through; she noticed for the first time a few locations where fans were blowing the cold air from the AC directly on her as she walked by and wondered if any of the commuters could see the effect the freezing air was having on her nipples. "Of course not," she thought as she quietly chuckled, "I'm invisible! No one can see me!" "Visible!" yelled Maureen, intruding on Brianna's latest bit of fantasy. After another round trip up and down the car with Brianna and her new outfit being studied carefully by her fellow commuters, Dana called her over to discuss what to do next:"I'm not sure what else we can try with the bustier opening in the front, maybe you could partially unhook it? It might be interesting if you played around with the ties on the panties, what do you think?" "Interesting is one word for it, I suppose. Petrifying is probably closer to reality, but I'll see what I can do." Brianna said in a shaky voice, adding, "If you want me to be more daring, staying in Invisible mode might help." "Invisible!" shouted Maureen, smiling. Brianna moved to the middle of the car, thinking that at least in this spot whatever she dared to reveal would only be in sight of half the commuters. "Then again, I'm invisible now, so it really doesn't matter what I wear. Or what I don't!" she told herself as she turned to face Dana's position. She began to undo the hooks on the bustier, starting at the top and slowly working her way to its bottom just above the panties. Holding it in place as she undid the last hook, she opened the front enough to show a lot of her chest, stopping just short of revealing her nipples. Feeling her pulse rising Brianna shifted the loose garment to hang sideways over the front of her body, holding it now with one hand just above her breasts. She turned slowly, showing Dana her naked back and barely covered ass. Noticing that as far as she could tell from her vantage point the bottom edge of the dangling bustier completely concealed the front of her panties, she decided to keep her striptease going, reminding herself: "It doesn't matter now, I'm Invisible!" With her free hand, she tugged at the tie holding the right side of her panties together, looking down as the front and back fell apart. She took a deep breath and did the same on her left side, ending up holding the panties at her side by one of the ties. Now completely nude but holding the bustier loosely in front of her, Brianna strolled to the far end of the car, more or less daring the commuters to acknowledge her presence. She realized that with one garment in each hand she had no way to put either one back on without flashing either her breasts or her pussy! She looked back to the crew at the other end of the car, made eye contact with Maureen and nodded. "Visible!" said Maureen, a little shakily. Brianna strolled around the car, twirling slowly around a few times allowing her fellow commuters to see, and Dana to photograph, both her more or less covered front and her completely naked body from behind and either side. Maureen noticed Brianna starting to lower the bustier, already revealing a lot of her breasts, not quite to her nipples but clearly getting close! Maureen called out: "Brianna, sweetie, are you sure about this?" Brianna blushed as deeply as she would have had she actually gone through with dropping the bustier instead of being interrupted by Maureen's question. She pulled it tight to her chest and slowly walked back to the crew at the end of the car; she stepped behind the sheet, flushed and breathing heavily. Maureen sat down next to Brianna, telling her: "If you really want to get naked in front of everyone on this train, you're welcome to do so during our last trip back into town. I don't have a problem with it, I think I even kind of understand it having seen the look on your face a minute ago. I just wanted you to be sure before you let go of the bustier; so far today the only truly outrageous thing you did was letting the crowd have a look at your ass, but it looked like you were about to go way further. I'll set out an outfit for your last set with plenty of options, okay? As long as Dana can get the required photos, what you do with it is entirely your choice." 'Sure..." said Brianna softly, "and thanks. You're right, I was really close to dropping the bustier entirely a minute ago! I honestly don't know what I'll do next, I just keep surprising myself. Do you have anything less racy for the next trip?" she asked, "I think I need to calm down a little, or maybe a lot; I'm not sure if I trust myself if you put me into another sexy outfit." "Sexy is what Holliman does and what they want from us." Maureen reminded her. "That said, I think we have something less obviously bold you can wear. This will be the last leg of our trip, so you're almost done." "Thanks for being understanding; with a pause to settle myself down and something a little more modest to model I'm sure I can get through this." Maureen talked with Alice a couple of minutes; the wardrobe manager checked her inventory and presented Brianna with exactly what she wanted. Brianna practically cried she was so happy to have Alice hand her a beautiful loose, flowing silk pajama set, with a long top, long pants, long sleeves, and buttons right up to the collar. Besides the pajamas, the ensemble included a lacy nude colored bra and thong set. She put it all on and began to relax as she stepped out from behind the sheet for her final photo session. "Visible!" Maureen shouted. As the car left the airport behind Dana coached Brianna through all the familiar poses and locations available in their rolling studio. Brianna enjoyed the feel of the fine silk fabric on her skin as she posed, even enjoying the effect the combination of the bra's lacy fabric and the AC had on her nipples, which made the top sexy in a slightly less subtle way. The admiring looks from the thirty commuters in their Visible mode added to her enjoyment and encouraged her to be bolder. Dana called Brianna over after getting a good number of shots to ask her: "I know you don't want to get too explicit, but do you think we could take a few either with some buttons undone to show the bra and thong, or maybe do without the pants? The jacket seems long enough to keep you well covered." Brianna had actually already been considering undoing a couple of buttons, thinking it would be sexier but still be pretty modest, so she nodded in agreement and walked towards the middle of the car. Looking back towards Dana she began to unfasten buttons, stopping after undoing the top three, leaving five more still securely in place. She pulled the jacket's lapels to the sides, but realized that with the top still more buttoned than not she couldn't open the front enough to really show off the bra. She decided to forget the buttons for now and try something else; she pointed at her pants while looking at Dana, who nodded. Brianna untied the drawstring and began to slide the pants down; despite having a thong on instead of full panties Brianna practically couldn't feel the pants slide down over her ass, the fabric almost felt like it wasn't there; she only knew for sure how far down they'd traveled when she could see a bit of her thigh between the hem of her jacket and the waistband of the pants. She let the pants drop to her feet and stepped out of them, carefully crouching down to pick them up and draping them over a nearby empty seat. She checked her reflection in the glass door and decided that though she was now showing a lot of leg, the jacket was more than long enough to keep her well covered everywhere it mattered below the waist. She moved to do several poses without the pants, which she left behind as she worked her way back to her crew. Dana and Maureen complimented her on her current look. Maureen pointed out they were still almost fifteen minutes away from their destination, saying: "Do you need a break or do you want to take a few more in this series?" Brianna knew Dana had shot about all that she could possibly want of her current look, so what Maureen was really asking was whether she was willing to show some more skin; she surprised herself as she decided she was, within reason. While not feeling like getting as naked as she had in her bustier set, she thought the combination of a bra, a thong and a silk pajama top with five buttons still fastened might offer some interesting options. "Let's take a few more!" she said, "Invisible for now, please." Maureen called out "Invisible!" as Brianna walked towards the far end of the car. Once at the far end, Brianna turned and popped the fourth button, trying again to open the jacket; it still wouldn't stay open enough to see much cleavage, so Brianna moved on to the fifth, leaving only the bottom three in place. The jacket gaped open a bit better but not the way Brianna imagined it should. "The hell with the buttons!" she said, quickly undoing the last three and opening the front of the jacket wide to give Dana a chance to get some shots of her bra and thong. "Dana, get your shots of the undies now before I do something crazy like taking them off too!" she thought to herself. A little shocked that this idea was getting a foothold in her mind, she continued thinking about her options. She thought of losing the jacket, but realized keeping it offered more possibilities; not least among its advantages was the fact that it seemed to be long enough to make her thong completely unnecessary. She refastened the bottom two buttons and checked her reflection to confirm this was enough to hide the thong. Or, she thought, "Is it enough to conceal the place a thong used to be?" It was. "Like it was meant to be." Brianna thought as she reached up under the bottom of her jacket, found the thong, sliding it down over her ass to let it drop to the floor of the car. Seeing what had been one of her three remaining pieces of clothing at her feet sent a shiver through her, but it was a welcome sensation. Having done away with one unneeded garment, she now realized that her bra was no more essential to her modesty than the thong had been. She refastened a couple more buttons to allow for a discreet removal of the bra; luckily or perhaps thoughtfully on Maureen's part, the bra's shoulder straps were very stretchy and the jacket's sleeves quite loose, making slipping the straps down over her hands fairly easy once she had pinched the hooks on the back strap open through the back of the jacket. As Brianna pulled the bra loose and out the front of her jacket another jolt ran through her, accompanied by some significant shivering. She told herself that she really hadn't committed to any particular course of action, was still well covered and could remain so as long as she chose to be. The shivering subsided but flared up again when she thought about how exposed she might yet choose to be! "I'll just show a little more cleavage, no big deal..." she told herself as she somewhat shakily popped open buttons number 5 and 6. "There. Just two to go," she thought. "Wait, what? No...well...maybe, but really, no!" she told herself before trying to focus on posing to let Dana get some good shots of her breasts almost, but not quite, in full view through the large opening in the front of the pajama top. Checking her reflection in the door she decided the bottom button alone would be enough to keep her pussy hidden, but still was a little nervous about unfastening the seventh button. Not nervous enough to stop herself from doing it; just nervous enough to get a substantial thrill as she slipped the button through its hole. With just the last button keeping her jacket from opening completely, Brianna began to get nervous in a big way. She realized she had talked herself into being one button away from being completely nude in a subway car full of strangers; the awareness that she truly wanted to do this scared her more than actually doing it was likely to do. She told herself one final lie, that she could just undo the last button but still hold the jacket closed. Knowing that the only thing now keeping her from complete exposure was her ability to control her own shaking hands was a rush like she'd never felt...she reached for the button and freed it from the buttonhole. The thrill was as overwhelming as she expected, but she still wanted more; she was about to open the jacket wide when she stopped and made eye contact with Maureen. Brianna nodded her head up and down, Maureen shook hers side to side, refusing the request; Brianna nodded again, holding up her hands as if praying. Maureen gave in, calling out: "Visible!" As 30 heads swiveled to watch, Brianna opened the jacket, sliding its shoulders off her own and letting it slip completely off. Seeing her reflection in the glass door one more time, this time completely naked, and realizing everyone in the car was now seeing her this way sent the largest jolt yet through her from head to toe; she moaned and grabbed a railing for support as the latest surge was quickly followed by several more. She realized, much too late to do anything but ride it out, that she was having a very public orgasm! Her legs buckling, she gripped the rail for support as her orgasm slowly ebbed. Maureen and Dana rushed from the end of the car and helped Brianna to the space behind the sheet. Less than a minute later the car came to a stop, this time at the Forrester Street platform; Maureen left the shelter to pay the commuters as the transit workers escorted them from the car and kept anyone else from getting on. Dana helped Brianna get the raincoat on and the crew all got off the subway car and headed up to the street. Dana and the rest of the crew headed back to the studio in the van, but Maureen got a cab for her and Brianna to return in. A few minutes into the cab ride, Brianna finally spoke: "I can't believe I did that, it's like I was watching some other woman stripping naked in front of everyone. I never would have believed I could be capable of ..." her voice trailed off. Maureen said: "You were amazing, sexy, daring. Maybe too brave for your own good, it's true, and more than a little bit out of control, but no real harm done, right? Nobody was harmed, and none of those people in the car know who you are or will ever see you again. There's something to be said for being out of control occasionally." "As shocked as I am at my behavior, I can't actually say I regret any of it!" said Brianna, "It was the most intense experience I've ever had and I'm sure it'll stick with me a long, long time." "I could tell you really wanted to go all the way at the end, that's why I gave in and called Visible that last time; I hope it was the right thing." "It was, definitely," said Brianna, "Though I probably would have said it myself if you hadn't; by then it was really more of a need than a want. Thank you!" "By the way," said Maureen, "I'm not sure if I told you, but since it can't be sold, you get to keep everything you wore for the shoot." "I'm sure Andy will appreciate that!" said Brianna, smiling, "But my last outfit, I kind of left all of that scattered around." "You were pretty much out of it at the time, but I saw Alice collecting it as we took you back to the enclosure behind the sheet." Maureen laughed. "Good," replied Brianna, "that outfit was definitely my favorite!"

The Trailer Park: The Fifth Year: Part 1: Words And Music A Story in the Wynter/Trailer Park Universe by Wizard Copyright© 2007 by Wizard Chapter 51 As soon as Tami and I got to school, three basketball players grabbed me and started carrying me around the halls. Mike, Luke, and Robbie were getting similar treatment. And it didn't stop when the bell rang. Not that the teachers tried. We'd had an assembly scheduled for second period, but with most of the student body roaming the halls chanting, clapping and stomping, Mr. Reed moved it up. I was carried triumphantly into the gym. Mr. Reed caught my eye and tilted his head to the lectern that had already been setup in front of the bleachers. I nodded with a grin. The basketball guys set me down. I decided that I could get used to treatment like this. Maybe I could get the wood shop to build me one of those chairs that Roman lords used to ride around in. Of course, I'd use basketball players instead of slaves for propulsion. I walked over to the lectern while teachers tried to get everybody else settled into the bleachers. I switched on the microphone. "I think somebody forgot to tell you." I paused as the last few stragglers found seats. "We lost." There was a stunned silence for a second, then somebody laughed. Then everybody laughed. "Again," I added. I looked around the bleachers when they finally quieted. "Varsity, get your butts down here!" The team started working their way out of the bleachers and forming a line behind me. I glanced at the side of the gym. Mr. Butz was standing next to Mr. Reed, and from the look on his face, didn't appreciate my choice of words. It's not like I said, 'Get your butz down here.' I smiled. "J.V., what are you waiting for?" I spotted some junior varsity players. They looked confused but gradually got the idea and came down and joined the varsity. "Freshmen, what, you need an invitation?" Looking surprised, members of the freshmen team moved quicker than the J.V. "And cheerleaders. We need cheerleaders." The varsity cheerleaders started down out of the bleachers. Knowing how my mind works, Paula signaled the J.V. and freshmen squads to come down, too. By the time everyone was standing behind me, it was a pretty good sized mob. "These are all the people to blame for us losing," I shouted, not being able to hide my grin. Somebody in the stands booed, and a couple more joined in. I held up my hands, and they quieted. "Actually, I'm pretty proud of our loss. For the second year in a row, we're the second best team in the state." Scattered applause. "To some of you, that may not mean much, but it means a lot to me. "Last year, Pasco beat us. Barely. This year, they didn't even make the playoffs." "Go Rebels!" someone yelled. "This year, the Tigers beat us..." "Barely!" half a dozen voices yelled from the bleachers. "But last year, they got put down in the first round of playoffs. But the Rebels made it all the way to the championship two years, and we're going to do it again next year!" "Rebels!" a lone voice called out, then the whole bleacher was chanting, "Re-bels, Re-bels, Re-bels!" As they stomped and clapped, I wondered if the bleachers could take it. "There are a lot of people down here with me," I said when it finally quieted. "That's because it takes a lot of people to go all the way to the championships three years in a row." I looked back. "Freshmen, take a couple of steps forward." When they had, I continued. "This is your freshmen football team. They were seven and one this year, one of the best records the freshmen have ever had. Because they were so good, the J.V. played harder, 'cause nobody wanted to lose their spot to some snot-nosed freshman." I grinned at the group and waved them toward the bleachers. One ran over to the microphone. "And we're not going to the championships three years in a row, we're going five!" Tanner Boyd the freshmen captain yelled, then sucker punched me softly and joined his team back in the bleachers. "J.V.," I said over my shoulder, and they moved forward in a mass. "This is your Junior varsity squad. Six and two for the year, a pretty good record. There's a lot of talent in this group. They played hard, and they made us on the varsity play harder to keep our spots." The J.V. players formed a circle and started chanting, "J.V., J.V., J.V.," about a dozen times, finishing with a loud "Rebels!" and jogging back to the bleachers. I grinned at their backs. "You may think this is all political correctness, but in sports, knowing there's someone good behind you makes you push that extra little bit. Luke Hastings, who the smart money says will be all-state, worked a little bit harder knowing that Jack Hild on the second string and Brian Donaldson on the J.V. wanted his spot." Okay, truthfully, Luke probably didn't even know who they were, but he should. "Mike Reed pushed a little harder knowing that Monster Girl and I both wanted his, but we had to work that much harder 'cause Jason Greene from the J.V. wants to show us all up. The freshmen and the J.V. are as much a part of our season as we are." Somebody started clapping and the applause lasted several minutes. "Something else that can make you give that extra ten percent, to play better than you are, is when the crowd gets behind you. And these ladies really know how to work up a crowd." The cheerleaders, none in uniform, waved. "Of course, beautiful girls like these can get the male part of the crowd worked up just by breathing..." Robbie stepped forward and slugged me in the arm. Several girls in the bleachers applauded. "I was going to add it's nice when the female part of the crowd gets worked up too, but I think I'll stick with, 'Ow.'" When the laughter died down, I continued. "I know there are some of you who think cheerleaders are old fashioned. Even sexist. That they present the wrong image for modern women. But let me tell you that all these girls are real athletes. If you don't think so, try doing what they do. And while me and the other wimps on the football team get to rest during halftime, these ladies work even harder. Your Rebel Cheerleaders!" I yelled and waved my arm back at the girls. The applause was loud and long. "And while I'd like you to believe especially if you're cute and female that the Rebels went seven and one in the regular season, ten and two overall, because of my incredible talent, the truth is, there are some people who know even more about football than I do. "For the freshmen, Coach Allen and Coach Bales." The two coaches walked over, waving. "For the J.V., Coach Henley and his assistant Coach Croft." The next two coaches came over and waved. "And for the varsity, Coach Vickers and his assistant, Coach Sharpski." I'd thought about adding something about Parker, but it didn't seem the right time to trash him, and I just couldn't bring myself to say anything nice. I yielded the microphone to Coach Vickers. "Those of you who are religious may want to acknowledge a miracle. Tony Sims admitting that his coaches know more than he does." "I didn't say they knew a lot more," I added, leaning in from the side. Coach Vickers is a better man than I am. He did say something about Parker and made it seem like he contributed. Then he handed out certificates for participation, then for the school, district, and state records we'd broken. Then awards he and the other coaches had selected. Everybody got something: most improved, most inspiring, that sort of thing. Robbie and I shared one as the heart and soul of the team. It probably would have hurt my macho image if I cried. Robbie got MVP again, the award voted by the team, and this year it was unanimous. Maybe Mike was growing up. Robbie handed out the awards that she and I had created. Mark got Best-Kicker-in-the-State-Wearing-Clown-Shoes. We gave Mike Most-Likely-to-Make-Bad-Action-Movies-After-Football and Luke Most-Likely-to-Go-to-Mike's-Movies. When there were two left, Robbie grinned over at me. "Last year Tony got voted Most-Likely-to-be-Traded-by-Every-Team-in-the-League," she said, picking up a certificate. She created my award, and I'd made hers. "But since we wouldn't trade him for anything or anyone, Tony Sims, Most-Likely-to-be-a-Rebel-Forever." Someone started clapping, and a few seconds later, everyone was on their feet applauding. It almost made me sorry for Robbie's award. Almost. Robbie picked up the last certificate as the applause died down and started reading. Then she turned red. "You have to read it," I said. "It's your job as captain." Robbie shot me an unfriendly look. "And last, Robbie Tate, Most-Likely-to-be-the-First-NFL-Quarterback-on-the-Cover-of-Sports-Illustrated's-Swimsuit-Edition," she announced, turning redder with each word. Mark yelled "Monster Girl!" and the chanting began. "Monster Girl, Monster Girl!" Tami had been sitting on the bottom row of the bleachers. She stood, walked over, and grabbed me by the ear, twisting it and pulling me toward the door like a teacher with an errant six-year-old. "Was that really necessary?" I asked when she released me at the door. Mr. Reed had moved in front of the bleachers and was trying to send kids back to class. Tami grinned. "You're still breathing aren't you?" Chapter 52 "Take five!" "But, we're..." I took a couple quick steps and jumped up to the stage. "We're taking five," I said firmly. I took Robbie's hand and pulled her toward the exit. Outside, I took a deep breath of the cool night air, then pushed Robbie to sit on the low concrete wall by the door. "Want to talk about it?" "There's nothing to talk about." "Okay." I sat next to her, taking her hand again. We sat like that for several minutes. Robbie tried to stand, but I held her in place. "Can we go now?" she asked in exasperation. "Are you over it?" "There's nothing to get over!" she snapped. "Then we can't go now." I squeezed her hand. She tried to pull it away, but I held on. "There's nothing wrong, and if there was, what makes you think it's any of your business?" I sighed. "What you're feeling is none of my business if you don't want to share." Robbie looked satisfied and tried to stand up, but I still held her in place. "But that's my sister you're jumping on. And my friend Peter you sniped at. And my girlfriend. And..." "I... Have I really been that bad?" "Yes," I said simply. I could have softened it, but this is what she needed to hear. Her hand relaxed, and I let go. "I'm sorry." "I'm not the one you need to apologize to." "I didn't jump on you?" "You took some shots, but I've been tackled by you, I'm not going to get hurt by some words. Do you want to talk about it? Is it the game?" "No. I don't want to talk, and it wasn't the game. I'm over that." "Really?" "Mostly. The assembly today helped. I liked when you pointed out that Pasco and the Tigers were one year deals, and we keep coming back." She leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. "I wanted to win, but we played hard and did our best, I'm happy about that." "So you're not bummed about the game. You're a little stressed about the play on Saturday, but it's more than that. What is it?" "It's noth... Okay, I'll deal with it." She stood, and this time I didn't try to stop her. I follower her back inside. Tami was running Peter and Traci through one of their scenes. I replayed the day in my head. I couldn't think of anything that had happed, but it occurred to me that maybe something was missing. "Your best friend is going to get her head slapped off." I looked closely at Tami to see if she'd been replaced by an evil twin. "MY best friend?" "Yeah. At the moment, I ain't claiming her." I sighed. It had been a rough couple of days. Robbie had been down on everyone. In fact, I knew a couple of teachers who wanted to trade her to North Lincoln. Even Mr. Reed had looked like he wanted to strangle her. "Any idea what's bugging her? And how long it's going to last? It ain't her time of the month." I sighed again. "A small one, not a clue, and I know." Tami cocked her head. "So are you going to tell me? Or is it one of those secrets that aren't yours to tell." I looked at my watch. We had about ninety seconds before debate. "Close your eyes," I said putting my hands on her shoulders. "Now visualize Robbie for the last three days." Tami nodded, eyes closed. "Okay. It's Robbie, ready to kill or maim for any reason." "Now think about your question Sunday night and put that with your vision." Tami's eyes popped open. "What happened?" I shrugged, put my arm around her, and started us toward debate. Neither of us put into words the question of the day. Where was Cody? "Do you think there's any question that I could squish you like a bug?" Luke Reese looked up at me. He'd been sitting on a bench in front of his P.E. locker, tying his shoe. He glanced around and realized that we were the last two in the locker room. "I... you wouldn't do that," he said. He was right, but I wasn't going to tell him that. Luke had been my best friend the first year I'd moved here. Though Robbie replaced him as number one, we were still friends, but that didn't mean I wasn't above a little intimidation to get what I wanted. "Are you sure?" "Uh, you don't have a reason." Luke didn't look sure at all. "Luke, all day you and almost every other guy in this school have been giving me looks. I'm tired of it and I want to know why." Luke hesitated, then he stood up and closed his locker. He looked at me, but couldn't hold my eyes and looked down. "I guess... I think we need to talk." The bell rang, but I ignored it. "So talk." "Not here." To emphasize his point the door slammed open and half-a-dozen freshmen rushed in, already starting to strip off shirts. "Meet me on the stage in five minutes." I nodded and grabbed my stuff. I hoped Mr. Walker wouldn't be mad about my missing journalism. "First, promise that you'll remember I'm just the messenger." We were sitting in the Zoe's bedroom set for the play. Luke sat on the bed, and I was in the desk chair. "What?" "Look, Tony, I know you weren't going to beat me up down in the locker room. But I also know how you feel about promises. So promise me." I wondered if I was supposed to stand and put my hand on a bible. We had one. Robbie, as Zoe's mom used it in act two. "Luke, I promise I'll remember that you're just the messenger." Luke looked relieved, and suddenly I wondered if I really wanted to hear this. "I know Robbie's been sleeping with Cody." Luke didn't meet my eyes as he said that. "How would you know that?" I snapped. Luke pointedly looked down at my hands, at my fists. I uncurled them. "Reflex action," I apologized. Luke nodded but didn't relax. "I don't want to get between you and Cody." "Cody? Why would you get between me and..." "Cody's been telling anybody who'd listen about nailing Robbie Saturday night." I looked down where my hands had curled back into fists. I flattened them. "There's more?" Luke nodded, the look on his face said he'd rather be in a Kansas cornfield trying to hold back a tornado than be talking to me. "Luke, you're my friend, and I appreciate you telling me this. If you want to go, we're still friends. But Robbie's my friend too. If there's more, it'll help me to hear it." Luke nodded again, looking not exactly relaxed, but resigned to his fate. "According to Cody, he fuc... he had sex with her Sunday too, at her house. He said she fucked... she did sex good, but now he was ready for some fresh meat." Now it was my turn to nod. Cody wasn't the first guy I'd known who was all about the conquest. "Thanks Luke. I know you didn't want to say anything, but..." Luke had stood and headed for the door of the set. He stopped and turned around. "There's more." "More?" "Cody's got a list. He's doing it by categories." "I don't get it. Categories?" "Like I said, he's got a list. He's done cheerleaders, ballet students, softball players, thirty-five different categories. Now the bottom of his list says quarterback." I felt numb. "Thanks, Luke. You'd better get to class." Luke left without another word. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. I wished I was eight again. When the hardest thing I had to handle was remembering I before E except after C on the spelling test. "How about Christmas in Jamaica?" "Jamaica?" Tami asked as I swung into the seat beside her. "Yeah mon," I said in a bad Jamaican accent. "Dad still owes me a couple of thou. You and me and some white sandy beaches until the New Year." "It's Robbie isn't it?" Tami asked without hesitation. I nodded. "Why Jamaica?" "'Cause if we time it right, by the time we come back the body will be buried and the whole thing forgotten. Chapter 53 "Are you planning to be a playwright?" I smiled and shook my head. "Robbie may make me write one more, but after that I'm done. I'm just a dumb jock." Janet Martin smiled back. "That's like saying Albert Einstein counts good." "Where is Miss Tate?" Robert Annoly asked. "She, uh, wasn't feeling good. She went home after the curtain," Tami said. Before the play, Robbie had apologized to everyone for being a bitch all week, then after the last curtain, had snuck out as fast as she could. Cody's sitting in the third row with Anna Bolan, the captain of the swimming team, hadn't helped. "That's too bad," Janet said. "We remember her from last year." The Zoe's Song cast was sitting down backstage with the judges from the Prentiss Foundation. "We appreciate that you were able to move us to the bottom of the list," Tami said. The foundation had rescheduled our performance so that we were the last play they saw before announcing the regional winner. "Normally we try to keep the performance schedule completely random, but Mr. Reed explained that your school had some injured students, and their play dropped out, and you were trying to stage yours in a hurry," Robert Annoly, the chairman of the committee said. "Tony, I understand you outdid yourself." "Sir?" "Well, last year Mr. Mulino told us how you and your group put together a show in a week. Mr. Reed says you did this one in a night." Mr. Reed was standing behind us. I looked back at him. "Tami told me," he said with a shrug. I looked back at the committee. "I don't know if he told you, but we had a real friend named Zoe who was the inspiration for this. She died last year. We originally submitted a different play, a comedy/drama called The Basement, and lost out in the selection process. "Afterward my sister, that's Traci," I said pointing at the squirt, "suggested that we should have stuck to a musical 'cause that's our strength. Then Mikee," she was sitting next to me, and I reached over and squeezed her knee, "suggested Zoe as the basis for a new story, and I got inspired." "My sister and I were spending the night with Traci, and he totally ignored us," Kelly added. She was sitting on the other side of her sister, so I couldn't smack her. "Toby and Sally had the hard part. They wrote the music," I said acknowledging our musical component. "Anyway, we put it all together, planning to do it next year. Then the car accident, and Mr. Reed called and said we could go for it, and the rest..." I waved my arms to encompass the set. "So, you think you're good enough for Seattle?" Tom Baxter spoke for the first time. "Tony didn't even think we'd get here," Tami said. "He thought we'd get beat by Romeo and George," Traci added. "Romeo and George?" "It was a play based on a short story on the net," I explained. "Romeo pretended to like Juliet but was really in love with her brother George. I thought it would appeal to the student body's prurient interests." "So you don't think you're going to win?" Annoly asked. I shrugged. "In the school I had the advantage of seeing both of the competition plays, and I was still wrong. For the region, I know North Lincoln did Midsummer Night's Dream, but I don't know what the other schools did." "That's a good point," Janet said. "Next year we should send a list of each school's entries to the other schools." The other two nodded. The committee stood up. "We enjoyed the performance, and we enjoyed talking to all of you," Annoly said. "It was too bad we missed Miss Tate. The official announcement is next week, so of course we can't say anything." Janet Martin winked. "But you might not want to make any plans for the second week of January." Tami and I exchanged looks. Silly me. I kept thinking that life would get simpler. Chapter 54 "Have you talked to her?" Beside me, Tami shook her head. "Damn!" I said as I pulled my car into the middle school parking lot. I parked next to the gym. We got out and headed inside. I hadn't seen Robbie since the play Saturday night. She'd missed three days of school, which was one more than she'd missed in the last three years. I'd called several times, but her dad said she wasn't feeling up to taking calls. This was not Robbie. "So who goes over tonight and barges in, you or me?" Tami hesitated. "Maybe we should just give her some space." "Okay, me." Tami shot me a dirty look. In the gym, the girls were stretching, so I pulled Tami back out the door. "You're the one with telepathy, so you tell me. But right now I think she needs a good kick in the ass, not space." Tami opened her mouth, then changed her mind and nodded her head. "Maybe you're right. Mind reading only works on you, so I'm just guessing." "I'm guessing too. But I think right now Robbie's hurting and doesn't know how to deal with it." "Robbie? Not know how to deal." I nodded. "Robbie's so damn good at everything she does that she's never really had to deal with failure." "But she's lost before. You've lost football and baseball games. We lost the play last year." "That's losing. Yes, she's lost before, but football and baseball, that's part of a team. Even the play was part of a team. When she's by herself, she likes losing even less. Monopoly doesn't bother her much, 'cause she knows how much of it is luck. But watch her when she loses to me in chess. You can see her going back over the game, figuring what she could have done different. She hates it, but she accepts it, eventually at least, figuring she lost to a superior player." "Mr. Superior." "Sometimes. But it's still losing. But there's a difference between losing and failing. In Robbie's mind, a big difference." "You think she sees this as a failure?" I nodded. "Depending on how much she's heard, either she failed to hold onto him, or she failed to see him for what he was." The girls were just finishing their stretches as Tami and I walked back in. "Vaulters!" I yelled and pointed toward the end of the vault runway. We were in a lot better shape than last year. We had at least six girls in every event, which meant we could compete the girls who were doing the best that week. It also meant that in the meets, we'd be able to drop the lowest score. Nine girls lined up at vault. I set the springboard on its side next to the runway, about ten feet from the vault, then walked back to them. "Ladies, sprints!" The girls took turns standing at the end of the runway, then running toward the vault. "That was pathetic," I said when they'd all finished. "My three-legged dog runs faster than that." "You don't have a dog," Kelly pointed out, "three-legged or otherwise." "You've never had a dog," Traci added. "Dad's allergic." Mental note: never coach neighbors or relatives. "I was trying to make a point here." "By lying?" Kelly asked. "I don't think you're setting a very good example for impressionable young minds." I aimed a swat at her butt, but she jumped out of the way. Kelly and my sister stood just out of my reach, grinning at me. I grinned back. "Who's that hottie you two are always whispering about?" Both girls turned red. "The one you said was the sexiest in eighth grade," I prompted. "Funny name?" "You mean Casper Portwood?" Susie Calloway asked. "That's the one. Okay, ladies, I want you to imagine that superstud Casper is down by the vault and you want to be first to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins Dance. Go!" Susie was first in line and took off like a shot. That boy must be something. One after the other, the girls took off, all of them shaving time off their first sprint, even Kelly and Traci who took time to give me dirty looks before starting. "That's what I'm talking about," I said when they'd all come back. I walked down the runway and set up the springboard. "Okay, straight jumps. Explode and stick." Susie was first again. She ran down the runway, hit the board, and exploded into the air, her body straight and tight. As she landed, she flexed her knees but didn't take a step. "Beautiful. Now you see why she's my favorite." Susie turned red but grinned. "I thought I was your favorite." Kelly said with a whine. "Can you do that good?" Kelly nodded, turned, and ran. Her straight jump was just as high and tight as Susie's, and she stuck her landing. "I guess I have two favorites." A few minutes later, I had nine. "Okay, here's the drill. Everybody's doing five vaults today. You're all starting with handsprings." "But I..." Susie started, and I noticed Kelly's mouth open to voice her own appeal. I leaned down until I was nose to nose with Susie. "I don't care what vault you competed before or what you think you're doing this year. Everybody's doing a handspring first, then I'll tell you what vault I want next. Any questions?" Susie shook her head, her nose bumping mine in the process. I grinned to myself as I jogged toward the vault. A handspring is a pretty easy vault. Basically you run, jump, land in a handstand on the vault table, then pop off and land on your feet on the other side. "Marissa!" I yelled. Marissa Lind had been watching Tami work with a girl on the beam. I pointed at a folding chair I'd set up a few feet from the vault. "Sit, watch." Susie Calloway was up first. The blond eighth grader had grown about two inches since last year. She was planning to compete bars and vault this year. Her vault was explosive, but she took a step on the landing. "Half," I told her for her next vault. Kelly was next, one of the three girls who wanted to go all-around. Her vault was just as explosive as Susie's. "Half." Brianna Lane, the third of my six eighth graders was next. Brianna only competed vault. Traci was fourth. Hard to believe the brat was an eighth grader now. Last year she'd competed vault, bars, and beam. This year she'd hinted she might try to add floor and go all-around. Cheyenne Morris was fifth, another eighth grader. She hadn't competed for us last year 'cause she lived in Iowa. My second all-arounder, her biggest problem was that she knew how good she was. She was competing level seven at the club in town, and I'd had a few problems with her there. The last eighth grader was Rachel Clark. She didn't vault and was working with Stephy on the floor. Cassie Williams was the first of my seventh graders. She was doing vault and bars. She had short red hair a little darker than Robbie's. As she ran I admired a major set of tits as they bounced. I remembered a cartoon of a girl doing high jump or pole vault or something with big floppy tits and the black eye she had for the punch line. I motioned Cassie closer. "Are you wearing a bra?" She turned deep red. "What business is it... ?" "Put one on. And if I have to have Tami or Stephy check you every time before we vault, I will." She stomped off, hopefully to put on a jogging bra. Abbie Hart was next. A blond seventh grader though she looked about nine. She was a level five at the club and wanted to go all-around. Taylor Brent was my eighth vaulter. Another blond and another seventh grader, she'd been a level six when she was nine, but then dropped out after breaking an arm. Bars was her other event. Miranda Caster was my last vaulter. Also seventh, she had long black hair that was fun to watch as it steamed behind her when she ran. She was planning to do vault and floor. Three more seventh graders made up the team. Holly Vickers on beam and floor. Mari Byers just on floor. And Marissa Lind, who wanted to compete but didn't know what she wanted to do. Marissa had been a level five until a couple years before. The nine girls ran through four more vault each, Kelly and Cheyenne finishing with Tsukaharas, a vault where the girls did a half twist before landing on the vault in their handstands, then a back flip off. All-in-all, it was going to be hard to pare the nine down to six girls for competition. When the others had finished and gone off to other events, I brought Marissa over and ran her through some vaults. She'd vaulted as a level five, and it all came back quickly. Correction: it was going to be hard to pare the ten girls down to six for competition. "Sorry, Tony, but she doesn't want to see anybody right now." "Then you'd better call the sheriff 'cause I'm going up, and I don't think you can stop me." Robbie's dad looked almost relieved when I wouldn't take no for an answer. I pushed by him and headed up the stairs. Outside her door I took a deep breath and grasped the doorknob. I didn't knock. Why bother? She'd just tell me to go away. I opened the door. Robbie was sprawled on her bed wearing one of the rattiest bathrobes I'd ever seen. The stereo was playing... Donna Summer. Disco! Things were worse than I thought. "Robbie?" I said softly. Robbie spun, and suddenly I wondered if this was such a good idea. Tami said she needed space, and the look on her face at the moment encouraged me to give it to her. I heard something behind me and looked over my shoulder. Darlene was standing there. I mentally kicked myself. I had a spy in the household I'd forgotten all about. "Go away," Robbie said, her voice somewhere between a whine and an order. Darlene retreated. I stayed put. Mental note: check for genetic mental defects before kids with Tami." "I'm not going anywhere," I said quietly. "I don't want to talk if that's why you're here." "Naw. I just want to hang out. I missed you." I smiled. "That robe sure has seen better days." "It's the only thing I have of my mother's." She's wearing her mother's bathrobe and listening to disco. We might have to find a priest for an exorcism. "Cool. But when I'm depressed and wear my mother's bathrobe, people laugh." For just a second the corners of her mouth turned up; then it was gone. "I don't need you making lame jokes and trying to cheer me up. I'm not depressed." "What do you call it?" "I'm... I don't have to explain anything to you." "Probably not," I agreed." There was a long silence between us, broken only by another disco song I didn't recognize. "You're not going away, are you?" I smiled again. "Not anytime soon." She stood and faced me. "Now what?" I shrugged. "You got me. I haven't got a plan, I'm just playing this by ear." "Tony, the white knight." I nodded. For a second I thought she was going to tackle me, and I was conscious of the railing behind my back and the twenty foot drop into the dining room. Then she was in my arms, crying. It seemed so unnatural. "I've been such an idiot," she said between sobs. I decided the only thing to be gained by agreeing were bruises and broken bones, so I just held her tighter. In my mind's eye I saw two tall pine trees bent almost double, the tops of the trees tied to the ground. Cody between them, a rope around his waist tied to one, a second rope around his balls tied to the other, and me with an axe to release the trees. "I guess it wasn't enough." Tami laid her head on my shoulder as we walked. It had rained earlier and probably would again, but we managed to get our walk during the lull. "You thought you'd have your talk with her last night, and today she'd be back in school just like always?" "Something like that." "Tony, Tony, Tony," she said sadly. "You forgot to tell her the most important part." "What?" Tami told me and I decided that checking for the genetic mental defects was a priority. Couldn't have my kids growing up as stupid as I was. "Get dressed," I ordered. Robbie had been lying on her bed looking out the window. At least the disco was gone. The stereo was playing something classical: Liszt, I thought. Robbie's dad had gone to work, so I'd let myself in and come upstairs. "You can't just come in here and order..." she said, rolling over to look at me. "There's something you haven't thought about." "I've done too much thinking," Robbie said, rolling away from me again. "Well, I've got one more thing for you to think about; then I'll go wait in car for you." "It could be a long wait." I stood watching her back and waited. "What?" she asked finally. "This is all a game to Cody. How many girls can he get in their pants? Can I do a softball player, a swimmer, a girl from the chess club, THE quarterback." "So?" she asked without turning. "Like I said, it's all a game to him. And every minute you're up here pouting or sulking or whatever the hell you're doing, he wins." I turned toward the hallway. "I'll wait in the car." I didn't think I'd have that long to wait. "You're a bastard." I didn't think it was the right time for my standard comeback that I'd seen the paperwork on my parents' marriage and my birth certificate and done the math. We were in my car speeding toward second period. "Sometimes I have to be." "I'm looking forward to your song tonight." Robbie stared at Mr. Wade's back as he walked down the hall. "What's he talking about? I'm not in the concert, I didn't sign up." I tried to look innocent as she turned back to me. "Did I forget to tell you? They cut two of my songs yesterday, so I signed you up." "Why'd they cut your songs?" Tami asked to break the rising tension. "Apparently Parker said something to Butz about me trying to monopolize the show, Butz remembered, and when he saw I was doing three songs..." "But Mr. Wade asked you to do three." I shrugged and opened my locker. "So what song is Mr. Wade expecting me to do?" Robbie asked calmly. I pulled out my MP3 player, found the song in the library and handed it to her, along with a sheet of lyrics. "Toby and Sally already know it." Tami arched an eyebrow as she read the title on the lyrics. I shrugged. "It was that or I Will Survive, and I figured she'd had enough disco." The spotlight focused down on me. "I know a lot of you are tired of me dedicating songs to one certain girl, so I won't even bother. Toby started the melody and Sally joined in with just a tambourine. "I hear some people get married in the park on Sunday afternoon, And all their friends bring pretty flowers while the band plays a happy tune. Now do you want me, do you need me, Do you love me like I love you? Ooo What are you doing Sunday baby? Would you like to marry me? What do you say now? If it's a nice day now. What are you doing Sunday baby? Gee, I wanna marry you. Oh, what are you doing Sunday afternoon? Somebody started clapping along, and quickly the whole auditorium joined in. It was an old Tony Orlando number and could be a little infectious. Tami was in the first row and grinning up at me. Maybe we should wait 'til night to join hands 'neath the stars above. And we'll be kissing our first kiss by moonlight as we vow eternal love. Now do you want me, do you need me, Do you love me like I love you? Ooo What are you doing Sunday baby? Would you like to marry me? What do you say now? If it's a nice day now. What are you doing Sunday baby? Gee, I wanna marry you. Oh, what are you doing Sunday afternoon? Now do you want me, do you need me, baby? Love me like I love you? What are you doing Sunday baby? Would you like to marry me? What do you say now? If it's a nice day now. What are you doing Sunday baby? Gee, I wanna marry you." As the music ended, I waved at the crowd and jumped off the stage to hug Tami. I'm sure Butz was around there somewhere thinking dire thoughts about public displays of affection. "Let the sun refuse to shine" Robbie's voice sounded plaintive and sad as she sat on the high stool looking out at the audience. She sang softly. Toby had switched from his keyboard to a piano. "It won't be long before the days are brighter. If every step's an uphill climb, Oooo, Carry on until they feel much lighter. For all the clouds up in the sky, Ooo, For all the teardrops in our eyes. It can get only get better. Be still my heart, It can only get better. We've come this far, It can only get better. I know it hurts, For what it's worth, It can only get better. If he should ever come our way, Dry the tears and look somewhere above him. Might be easier to say, than to do, But just pretend that you no longer love him." Robbie let her voice get stronger, more confident. As her voice got stronger, the music behind her Toby's piano seemed to get fuller. The whole effect worked to create the sense of a girl getting the strength to move on. "When your back's against the ropes, Ooooo, When you miss someone the most, It can get only get better. Be still my heart, It can only get better. We've come this far, It can only get better. I know it hurts, For what it's worth, It can only get better." Toby and Sally gave her a brief musical bridge, then, "I know it hurts, For what it's worth, It can only get better. I know it hurts, For what it's worth, It can only get better." As Robbie let her voice fade out there was an almost stunned silence about the auditorium, then someone clapped, then everyone was on their feet applauding. I would have been offended they clapped for me sitting down but I was applauding as loud as anyone. "Am I forgiven for sticking you with a song hours before performance?" "No," Robbie said with a smile that made her words a lie. Tami slipped her arm around me, her hand sliding into my back pocket. "It's not like Robbie would ever do that to you." Tami slapped her forehead with her other hand. "Oh, wait, she did." She looked Robbie in the eye. "Eighth grade year, end-of-school talent show." "Yeah but that was about getting Tony to open his eyes to..." Robbie grinned. "Message understood." "You sang the song, now live the song," I suggested. "Robbie, that was incredible," Cody gushed as he walked up to us. "I never knew you could sing like that. Maybe we could..." "Tony, the song was right," Robbie said, slipping her arm around me. The three of us turned away from Cody and headed for the parking lot. "It can only get better."

The Girl at the Bus Stop by alan14 Copyright© 2021 by alan14 Chapter 36 After we’d showered and dressed Jenny asked, “What time do you have to return the Bentley.” “As soon as possible really.” “Ok, let’s get it back, then we’ll head off to Camden to find Lia.” Downstairs Belle was busy making sandwiches while Poppy was busy with a pile of ironing. Katie emerged from the utility room with a fresh pile of bedding. “Ok girls,” Jenny started, “we’re going to take the car back then go to Camden to find Lia.” “Can you give me a few minutes to make her bed please?” Katie asked. “Give me a second to finish this shirt and I’ll help you,” Poppy offered. “Amazing, thanks.” As they made the bed I dug a load of plastic food tubs from a cupboard and filled them with the sandwiches Belle had made. “There’s some cheese + onion and chicken + mayo sandwiches as well, I thought we could give them to any girls we see on the way, and I’ve got some cartons of juice and chocolate bars.” “Excellent work Belle,” I said as Jenny packed everything into a backpack, “I’m sure they’ll be welcome.” “I’ll say, I’d have been over the moon if someone dropped some roast beef sandwiches and a carton of Ribena in my lap,” Belle replied as she grabbed her army jacket from the hall cupboard. A few minutes later we were packed into the Bentley, Belle on Poppy’s knee, Jenny had the heavy backpack of supplies in the footwell. “It’ll be such a shame to lose this car,” I lamented as I parked it back at the rental place. “We could afford one,” Jenny replied. “Yeah, but it’s too big for the streets around here, it’s awkward to park at home, and there’s one too few seats for the number of bottoms in our family.” “I don’t mind sitting on Poppy’s lap,” Belle offered. “I’m not sure Poppy would agree after a few hours on the drive up to York.” “He’s got a point Belle,” Poppy told her, “it’s fine for a few minutes, but not for a long journey.” “Yeah, your legs are boney, I’ll get a sore bum.” “Anyway, for the number of times we need a car, I think we’ll just carry on using rentals.” Sally greeted us at the door, I handed her the key and she passed it to Derek, who dashed out to take the car home. “Did you enjoy your trip, Belle?” Sally asked as she processed the damage deposit refund. “I did, it’s such a fantastic car. We met gramps, and it was so nice to catch up with him, and he gave me a photo album so I’ve got some pictures of my mum.” “That’s amazing, I’m so glad you had a good time.” “Do you have any nice cars like that one, but with 5 seats,” Belle asked. “Mmm, let me see, Ahh yes, it’s not really the same style, and not quite as luxurious, but we have a Porsche Cayenne over in Bromley, we could have it brought over if you give us enough time before you book.” “Can we have a Porsche next dad, pleassseeee!” Belle asked, going into full puppy dog eyes mode. “Anything that will keep you quiet,” I turned to Sally, “thank you so much for the upgrade, it made a great trip even better, we’ll be back for the Porsche in a couple of weeks I think.” “Hey Belle, introduce me to your family.” “Oh yes, sorry. This is my new mum, Jenny, she asked dad to marry her yesterday, so we’re still a bit giddy. And this is Poppy, she’s a goddess and kept me safe on the streets, and this is Katie, who is just amazing, and helped Poppy so much when she started back at school.” Sally approached Poppy, “Belle told me about your story, and mentioned your charity. I’ve spoken to Derek, and if it’s ok with you, I’d like to make you our partner charity for next year.” “Oh wow, thanks! Err, what does that mean?’” “Well, it means we’ll feature your charity in all our branches with posters and collection boxes. We’ll mention you in our adverts, place your logo on all our print adverts, you’ll get a donation from every rental.” “Will we need to do anything in return?” I asked, as Poppy was too dazed to speak. “Just a small mention in your literature, something like ‘Our car rental partner is Regal Car Rental’.” Jenny stepped forward, “err, sorry to break in, but what we’d really need is a couple of vans, preferably electric ones to save on Congestion Charge fees. So instead of donations, maybe you could lease us a couple of vans at discount. Slap your logo on them and they’ll be a useful advert.” “Now that’s a great idea, let me speak to Derek tomorrow. He’s got the Bentley to impress his mistress, so he’ll be in a good mood.” “Mistress?” Belle asked, “he said wife the other day.” “Haha, his wife thinks he’s at a Ford launch event tonight.” “Ahh, naughty boy,” Belle laughed. “She definitely suspects something, and the worst thing is, I’m sure she suspects me. She always watches me closely when she comes in.” “Oh dear, I bet that’s awkward,” Katie sympathised. “Very awkward. I don’t even know who he’s dating, so I can’t point her in a different direction. Besides, he’s a good boss, so I don’t want to get him in trouble.” “How do you know he’s having an affair?” Belle asked, enjoying the scandal immensely. “Because every time he borrows a flash car for a night out he comes back in a very good mood.” “Ahh, I guess that’s a clue. If he’s sleeping around, why’s he not tried it on with you?” “Haha, he did once, when we were out for drinks after work, so I showed him a photo of my boyfriend, he’s a boxer. He’s never tried it on again.” Belle clapped her hands in delight, “brilliant, I like you a lot, Sally.” “That’s nice, because I think you’re amazing, all of you,” Sally replied as we walked to the door, “where are you off to with the heavy backpack?” “We’re off to try to find another of our friends,” Belle replied, “we’re hoping Lia will come home with us and help run the charity.” “I hope you’ve got a big house.” “She can have a room of her own if she stays, or we’ll find her somewhere to live if she doesn’t want to stay with us,” I replied. “I can’t see how anyone would refuse an offer to live with you.” “She’s been on her own for a while, sometimes you find you can’t bring yourself to share living space,” Poppy replied, “I’m sure she’ll be fine though, because she was always very friendly in the squats.” “Where are you heading? It’s a bit of a walk to the underground from here.” “We’re starting in Camden, that’s the last place we saw her,” Poppy replied. Sally turned and yelled “JOEY!” A lad in dirty overalls appeared a moment later, “yeah?” he drawled. “Get the keys for the Q7, I need you to drive this family to Camden,” she told him before turning back to us, “here’s my number, if you find her before we close at 5, ring me and I’ll send Joey to pick you up.” “There’s no need, we can get back on the Tube,” Jenny replied. “It’s a hell of a journey, and I’ve heard the Victoria Line has problems today, just give me a call and I’ll send Joey to pick you up.” “Isn’t he busy?” “Not today, he’s just tidying the workshop, he’ll be glad of an excuse to drive the Audi.” “Thank you so much Sally, you’ve been incredibly kind,” Poppy said as we climbed into the big Audi a moment later. “This has got 7 seats,” Sally told us, “so as long as you only find one more person, you’ll all fit nicely.” “We’ve only got room at home for one more person,” I replied. “You never use the gym,” Jenny laughed, “I’m sure we could turn that into another bedroom.” And with that we waved goodbye to Sally as Joey drove us out of the car park and onwards to Camden. “Where are we going?” Joey asked. “Do you know Camden at all?” Poppy replied. “Yeah, I lived there for a bit.” “Ahh great, do you know the Roundhouse?” “Yeah, been to a lot of gigs there.” “Ok, so there’s a Methodist mission just past there.” “I know it.” “Great, so drop us outside the all night diner on the corner.” “I know the place, used to eat there after gigs, I lived in a flat over the road.” “Ahh, I used to sleep in the alley behind your flat for a while.” “Oh man, were you one of the kids who slept behind the laundrette?” “Yep, and now we’re going to try to find another girl who sleeps there.” “I always felt so bad about you kids, but there wasn’t anything I could do to help, I never had much cash to give you. I once beat up a couple of lads who were heading your way to do some mischief, I guess that was a bit of help.” “That was a lot of help Joey, thank you,” Poppy told him. “So where do you think your friend is?” “The last time we saw her was a couple of weeks back, and she was in my old spot by the laundrette. She collects in the tube and on the high street near the Gregg’s bakers.” “Let me phone Sally, I think I know who you’re looking for, I’ll stay and help.” “Oh no, you’ve got to get back to work,” Poppy told him. “Nahhh, there’s nothing for me to do today, this is way more important.” Joey parked the car down a side street and we all clambered out and stretched our legs. “So you say she was sleeping down that back street when you saw her last. If we’re thinking about the same girl, then she’ll be there now as she avoids the high street when it’s busiest,” Joey started, “and if she’s not there, then I reckon she’ll be over behind Karim’s, his early shift often hand out warm samosas and bhajis after lunch.” “Oh man, I’d forgotten about that place, they have the best samosas,” Belle sighed. Poppy took hold of Belle’s hand, “we’ll look down here first, give some of the sandwiches away to anyone we find, then we’ll go get you some samosas.” “The lamb ones with the minty yoghurt dip, they were heavenly.” “Yes, those,” Poppy told her as they set off ahead of us. Joey picked up the heavy backpack like it weighed nothing and walked behind them, Katie walked with Jenny and me as we took up the rear. We saw a group of people sitting together towards the end of the alleyway, Belle ran ahead, she shook her head as she stopped, no Lia, then she crouched down and started to chat to the group. Poppy asked Joey to open the backpack, she pulled out a couple of tubs, a pack of chocolate bars and some drinks cartons. “Ahh, that’s what’s in there,” he said as Poppy zipped it back up. “Hey guys, we’ve got some food,” Belle said as Poppy crouched down by here side, “I made these fresh this morning, I’ve got roast beef, onion and mustard, there’s some cheese and onion, and chicken with mayo.” “Poppy!” a girl at the back of the group cried, “oh fuck I’ve missed you girl!” “Oh man, Maci, it’s so good to meet you, here grab a cheese and onion or you’ll not have anything you can eat,” Poppy replied, picking up the tub and passing it across to Maci. The girls chatted for a while, none of them had seen Lia that day, they thought maybe she’d managed to get a place in the hostel at last. “I so hope she has got a place,” a girl at the side of the group said, “she’s too decent for the streets. You need a hard streak to survive, and she’s not got that.” “Oi Honey! Are you saying I’ve got a hard streak?” Belle cried. “No, you’re as lovely as Lia, but you always had Poppy to look after you, Lia isn’t so lucky.” The girls helped themselves to sandwiches and passed the empty tub back. “Oh wow, this is amazing,” a blonde girl on the right cried out, “this is the best beef I’ve ever eaten.” “I roasted it last night,” Belle said proudly, “my new mum and day got engaged yesterday, so we made them a meal. Oh shit, where’s my manners! This is Katie, our sister and girlfriend, isn’t she gorgeous?” The group all agreed, “you three are all stunning,” Honey told them. “And this is Alex, he started the big family off by rescuing Poppy, you know when she disappeared.” “We heard Wesley had killed you,” the blonde girl whispered. “He tried Ashlee, he definitely tried,” Poppy replied. “Oh god, we were so worried for the longest time, then we heard rumours that you were back, then there was those horrible murders, was that really Max?” “Some of them, we don’t know who did the rest. Jeremy has taken Max away so the police can’t find her, although our mum is the police, so I didn’t just say that.” Jenny crouched down next to Poppy, she gave the group a huge smile, “hi girls, I’m Jenny, and yes, I’m ‘the police’, although my focus is runaways, so I’m really not concerned about Max. What I am concerned about is helping you girls any way I can. I know absolutely for certain that sending runaways back home is usually the worst course of action, I also know that shelters aren’t always safe, so sometimes all you have to rely on are your friends. “Have you heard about Poppy & Belle’s charity?” They all shook their heads. “Ok, so what we’re going to be doing initially is finding food and passing it out in places where the street kids are, rather than making you leave the safety of your shelter to find food. We’ll also be sourcing sanitary products, and soap, and shampoo, and clothes. And we’ll be bringing it to the people that need it.” “So, it’s a huge job,” Belle picked up, “Jeremy is helping, but we need lots of people, so I guess what we’re asking is, when we start the ball rolling, and word gets out about us, we’d like some people to step up and help. We’ll be working with all kinds of other groups, so you’ll be able to access counselling, training, doctors, all kinds of community groups.” “Shit, that sounds amazing,” Ashlee said, “you can definitely count me in.” “We have one other favour we need to ask, Belle and me, we’re writing a book about our life on the streets, and we want to talk about the people we met, which means you lot, and others, so I was kind of hoping we could come down one day and interview a few people, and take your photos.” “Of course, we’d be happy to talk to you, this is going to be a proper look at the streets I guess, not some kind of glossy account. You want the bad and the good.” “Of course, that’s why we want to talk to all kinds of people.” “If we gave some of you a camera, would you take photos for us as well, to properly document your lives.” “That’s a great idea.” “Then, once you give us the memory card you can keep the camera, sell it, trade it, whatever,” Jenny told them. Poppy stood and helped Belle up, “are you always around here, or do you move? It’ll be a few weeks before we’re ready to start. It’ll be before Christmas, definitely. “Here, or behind Karims, or across the park, behind the high street,” Honey answered. “Fantastic,” Belle replied, then she kissed her fingers and touched each of the girls on their lips, Poppy and Katie followed suit, then said our goodbyes and crossed the road to Karim’s. “Why did you do that?” Jenny asked, “kiss your fingers and touch their lips.” “Because kissing them properly is a bit dangerous,” Katie replied, “Poppy told me you can catch things that way.” “It was a nice gesture. Do you know all those girls?” “Only three of them, Maci, Honey and Ashlee,” Poppy replied, “did you recognise the other three Belle?” “Nope, sorry, and I was a bit embarrassed to ask for their names.” Katie jogged back to the group, “Jules, Hanna and Daisy,” she told us as she caught up. “Daisy, she’s the redhead, right,” Joey asked. “Err,” Katie said as she counted on her fingers, “she was fourth, next to Ashlee, so yeah, the redhead.” “She’s cute, I went out with her a few times when I lived round here. I think she only went out with me to sleep in a warm bed every now and then.” “Why do you say that, you’re a decent looking guy,” Katie asked him, “I’d date you if I wasn’t gay.” “Thanks, I guess,” Joey laughed, “but that’s the thing, so is she.” “Ahh, Alex’s sister told us that gay girls like to sleep with boys sometimes,” Belle told him, no mention that she enjoyed it as well, “so don’t feel like she was using you, she probably does like you.” “Thank you, that does make me feel better.” We waited for the traffic lights, then dashed across the road as a cold rain started to fall. “Oh, those poor girls back there,” Jenny cried as we dashed out of the rain into Jerry’s cafe. “They’ll actually be ok at the moment,” Poppy told her, “the wind is blowing towards them, so the walls will shelter them, and the laundrette is open again, so they’re getting the warm steam, it smells really nice there as well, did you notice that?” “Yes, I did,” Jenny answered. “I was worried, because last time we were here the laundrette was closed, it never used to close, they do bedding for hotels, so they’re normally working 24 / 7.” We took a table and Jerry brought 6 mugs of tea over before we’d even asked. “So glad to have you back again so soon Mel,” Jerry said with a smile as he put the heavy tray down. “Hey Jerry, we found Belle!” “I noticed,” he laughed. “And this is our mum, Jenny.” “Are you the detective who was on the telly the other day?” “I might be, it depends what you were watching,” Jenny answered, teasing him. “It was about the dead girls over in Swiss Cottage.” “Then yes, that was me. Poppy told us about the bodies, that’s how we found them.” “Oh, were you there?” “Yes Jerry, I was, one of the girls was killed while I was there, it was horrible.” “Oh no, that’s terrible,” he replied, a note of genuine concern in his voice, “give me a minute.’ We took our mugs, Joey poured sugar in his, “why did he call you Mel?” “That was my name, before I was called Poppy, it’s a long story.” “Ok, no further explanation needed.” “We used to stay here all night when it was really cold.” “I think I remember, you sat here, with a girl with curly black hair?” “Yeah, that was Joanie.” “I thought I recognised you. You always looked so pretty, even when you were filthy, and err a...” “A bit fucked up and battered?” Poppy finished for him. “Yeah, that. I wanted to talk to you, but I never knew what to say.” “Hello would have been a good start,” Poppy replied kindly, “and you’re talking to me now, and thank you, for being a proper nice guy, helping us find our friend.” “My pleasure, honestly, I feel bad about not helping before. Now I can.” “Are you full time at the hire centre?” “Not yet, I’m on an apprenticeship, hopefully they’ll keep me on when I finish.” “Well, if you stay, you’ll get to help our charity, because you’re partnering with us for the next 12 months.” “I’d like that, you’re all decent folks.” A few moments later Jerry returned with another tray, he placed it on the next table and passed three mugs to the girls, they were piled high with whipped cream, and dotted with marshmallows and a flake. “This was always your favourite drink Mel, I hope you haven’t grown out of it.” “Oh man!” Poppy cried, “I knew there was a reason I loved you so much.” “Anyone need a refill?” Jerry asked as he took the girls’ tea mugs away. We asked for a fresh tea and Jerry returned a few minutes later with three more teas and a jug of milk. “What brings you back Mel?” “We’re looking for Lia.” “Oh, I can help you there, she’s got a place in the hostel. They have prayer meetings on Sunday afternoons, compulsory prayer meetings. The meeting ends at 2:30, everyone usually runs away from the place as soon as it’s over.” “What time is it?” Poppy asked. “It’s about 20 past.” “We’ve got 10 minutes to finish these drinks,” Poppy said seriously. Katie put a calming hand on Poppy’s arm, “it’s ok, don’t rush your favourite drink, I’ll go and wait for Lia.” “You can’t go up there on your own!” Poppy replied. “It’s fine, she’ll probably panic if we all went together anyway. I’ll wait where I can see both doors, hopefully she’ll recognise me.” Belle leaned close to Poppy and whispered in her ear, Poppy smiled, “of course, that’s a great idea Katie. Text one of us if she’s nervous about coming to meet us.” Katie pushed her mug over to Belle, “you can finish this if you like,” and dashed out of the door. “She really fancies Lia,” Belle told us, “like, really fancies her, she was so excited this morning, that’s why she’s changed all the bedding in Helen’s room even though it was all clean anyway.” Jenny smiled at me, Poppy saw it. “What are you smiling about,” she asked suspiciously. “Well, I just got this feeling that whilst you both love Katie a lot, she’s not quite as close with either of you as you are to each other.” “So you thought you’d find her a new girlfriend...” Belle said. “Did I do wrong, is Lia straight?” “It’s a good plan mum,” Poppy replied, “I don’t know if Lia is straight or gay, the subject never came up, she was always lovely, but not really tight with any of us. I can say she seemed genuinely flattered when Katie kissed her.” “Well, that’s a start.” “It is, mum. We really do love Katie, it’s just she’s not led the life we have, there’s so much she doesn’t know, and can never know.” “Won’t that be the same with Lia?” I asked. “Lia, as far as I know, has never been a sex worker, she begs, she busks sometimes, she’s done bits of odd jobs here and there, you know, day labour in warehouses and stuff. She’s always been clean though, you know, no drugs, no sex. She’s just a totally decent girl, who for some reason ended up on the streets. I really don’t know what happened, do you, Belle?” “No, I don’t. I just know she’s pretty, and clever, she always seemed to keep to herself. She was with us for a little while after the squat was demolished and we all lost touch. She never started a conversation, she liked to listen, she’d answer questions, and sometimes she’d just ramble on about something she’d seen. She was really good at telling stories.” Joey looked around the table, “so, let me get this straight, and I’m passing no judgement here, as you’re all amazing people. Katie is your girlfriend, and sister, right?” “Yep, we love her dearly,” Poppy replied. “And you’re OK with her picking up another girl.” “Oh yes, because we like Lia,” Belle told him. “Amazing, you really are amazing. Wow, I’m going to enjoy knowing you.” “So, while we wait, do you like Daisy?” Poppy asked. “Yeah, she’s cute, and she was fun to be with, but like I said, she’s gay, so there’s no chance of it being serious, and I don’t live round here anymore, I’m back at my mum’s in Merton.” “Do you like Sally?” Belle asked. “Yeah, she’s pretty, and she’s really nice when we go out for drinks after work, the other sales person, Judy, she’s all snotty with me because I work in the garage.” “I think she likes you,” Poppy said. “She’s got a boyfriend,” Jenny broke in, “she told us.” “I don’t think so,” Belle replied, “she looked at Joey too long for someone who was just giving him a task.” Joey blushed at this. “So, why don’t you ask her out?” “No way, she’s out of my league.” “Don’t ever say that,” Belle told him, “nobody is ever out of anyone’s league, also, we know the bastard her sister went out with for a while, pond scum is a step up from him.” “What would I say?” “Are you free tonight?” Poppy asked. “Yeah, I’m free every night except Tuesdays and Thursdays, I’m at college then.” “Cool,” Poppy said as she picked her phone up and walked away from the table. “Hey Sally, It’s Poppy. I’m so sorry, we’ve kind of kidnapped Joey, he’s helping us look for Lia...” She listened for a while, “ ... yeah, he’s really nice, and knows the streets around here, so he’s been really helpful ... yes, he is isn’t he ... listen, we’ve been chatting, he went out with one of the girls we’ve just met for a while, so we got thinking, he’s a really nice guy, and he kind of fancies you ... yes, Belle guessed that was a fib to get rid of Derek ... hahaha, she’s a smart girl ... mmm, well, he’s free tonight ... ok, yes, great, I’ll let him know.” “Err, what was that all about?” Joey asked. “Sally says you can take the car home after you drop us off, get changed and meet her in the pub at 5:30.” “Seriously, she said that.” Poppy put a hand on his arm,”would I lie to you Joey? Really, what would be the point? You’ve been a great help this afternoon, and we want you to help us out again with the charity.” “I guess, nobody’s ever fixed me up with a girl before.” “That’s a shame, I guess you’ve not got an older sister.” “No, just me and my mum.” “And you don’t want your mum fixing you up,” Poppy laughed. “No, and you don’t want your gran fixing you up,” Belle added with real feeling. “I’m guessing there’s a story there,” Joey replied. “Yes, I’ll tell you one day, after you tell us all about your hot date tonight.” “Oh shit, this is real isn’t it, what do I talk about?” “I reckon you can break the ice by talking about your adventure this afternoon, and the pushy girl who fixed you up.” “Bollocks, I’ve got no money until payday, I’ll have to call it off.” “No you won’t, it’s my fault you’re going on this date, so I’ll stand your drinks, I’m sure Sally will insist on going halves,” Poppy told him as she opened her purse, sliding a few notes across the table. “I can’t take that!” “Ok, I’ll take it back, then for the rest of your life you’ll be wondering about the one that got away.” “Damn, I’m not going to win here am I,” Joey sighed. “Not with my kids you won’t,” Jenny smiled as she popped another couple of notes on the pile and slid it closer to him, “get her a cocktail on me, maybe two.” “Thanks,” he said, slipping the money in his wallet, “I’ve still no idea what to say to her.” “You’ve been out with girls before, haven’t you,” Belle asked. “Yeah, like I said, I went out with Daisy a few times.” “And you talked, and did stuff afterwards...” Joey blushed again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” “It’s ok, I’m really not used to such frank talk, especially with girls.” “We’re pretty open minded, it kind of goes with the territory when you live on the streets.” “I guess, err, yes, we talked about music, she recognised my Arctic Monkeys t-shirt. And yes, afterwards she came back to my flat and we kissed for a bit, then went to bed.” “And that is all you need to do, talk to Sally about what you’ve done this afternoon, then see where the night leads you. Just don’t be pushy, if she wants to go home, take her home, if she asks you in for coffee then you’re on, if she just kisses you in the taxi, then leave it at that, there’ll be a second date, I’m sure.” “Absolutely,” Poppy agreed, “she likes you, but not every girl is happy to go all the way on the first night. The worst thing you can do is be pushy then ruin both any chance you have with her, and your future employment prospects.” “Oh god! No, I’d never do that, I’m just the opposite.” “I thought so, because if you were pushy you’d have come and talked to me when I was here in the before times. You’re a sweet guy Joey.” “Thanks Poppy.” “Do you need any kissing lessons?” Belle asked. “Ahh, I think I’ll be ok, but thanks all the same,” Joey laughed. “And that’s what I wanted to happen, you were so tense, you’ve got a lovely smile.” “Oh, err, thanks.” “I’m still happy to give you kissing lessons if you want them,” she added brightly. “If I get stuck tonight I’ll give you a call, ok.” The happy chatter stopped when they heard the door open. Poppy jumped to her feet, “Lia!” she cried as we saw Katie walk in holding Lia’s hand. Joey stood so Katie and Lia could sit together between Jenny and Poppy. Lia looked a lot tidier than the last time they’d seen her, she was wearing new clothes, or at least clean ones. She’d had a shower, her hair was clean and fastened in a ponytail. “Hey, I need to buy a new shirt for tonight, I’ll leave you all to catch up for a while, I’ll come back in about an hour, is that ok?” “Thanks Joey, you’re a star,” Poppy replied as he walked to the door. “Ok Lia, you know most of the people here, I think there’s just Jenny, our mum.” “I think I recognise that guy.” “Ahh yes, that’s Joey, he used to live round here,” Katie replied. “And he dated Daisy sometimes,” Belle added. “Ahh yes, that’s where I’ve seen him before. Daisy likes him, despite her general aversion to men... ‘ Lia paused for a moment then looked at Jenny, “sorry, distracted, hi Jenny, I’m Lia.” “Hi Lia, I’m so pleased to meet you. Are you hungry?” “I’m starving, I was on my way here anyway, Jerry makes amazing cheese on toast, I think it’s the Worcestershire sauce that does it.” Belle pulled a tub out of the backpack, “I made some sandwiches for you, there’s roast beef with onions, I roasted the beef myself, I’m so domesticated now, it’s unreal. There’s also cheese and onion, I didn’t make the cheese though.” “Aww, Belle, you’re still so cute and sweet. I’d love a roast beef sandwich, that’s if Jerry is ok with me eating in here.” “I’m fine with that,” Jerry replied as he placed a big mug of tea beside her sandwich. “I’ve loads more sandwiches, is it ok if we leave any leftovers for the girls who come in later?” “No problem, Belle, and I’l be sure to tell everyone you made them.” Belle blessed Jerry with her sweetest smile, “thanks Jerry. How much do we owe you? We’ve had so many drinks, especially those lovely hot chocolates.” “You owe me nothing sweetheart, your smile is the only payment I need.” “Aww, don’t be silly,” she replied, digging in her coat pockets, she pulled out a twenty and passed it over, “that’s probably not enough, if it’s more tell me, you can’t be out of pocket because of us.” “I saw you both on the telly last night,” he said proudly. “Noooo!” Poppy cried, “did we look awful?” “You looked beautiful, you both did, and you spoke so well. There’s more tomorrow night, an interview, I’m thinking of bringing my telly in here so everyone can watch you both.” “Did we really sound ok? We weren’t given any warning, we were ambushed in this big room full of strangers, Belle spoke first and, well, she’s Belle, nothing ever fazes her. Then I had to speak, and I just made it up as I went along.” “Well, it sure worked, because I want to help.” “You do enough for street kids already.” “There’s always more to be done, Poppy. I’ve got a room behind the kitchen that I never use properly, it’s just got my recycling in at the moment. You’re welcome to have it to store stuff, I’ll start buying a little more from the cash and carry each week, you can have the extras. Your people can distribute from here as well, you know there’s plenty of street kids who need our help.” “Oh Jerry, thanks so much.” “It’s my pleasure Poppy. You’ve no idea how happy I was to see you looking so smart the other week. Anyway, I’m interrupting your reunion.” “He. Is. So. Nice.” Belle whispered as Jerry walked back behind his counter. “So, did Katie tell you why we were looking for you?” Jenny asked. “No, does there need to be a reason?” “Actually no, we like you and wanted to see you again, because you don’t belong on the streets,” Poppy replied. “But more specifically, we want you to come work for us,” Jenny continued. “For your charity? What could I do to help you?” “You’re a smart girl, and you know the streets, and that’s experience we just can’t buy,” Poppy replied. “You know the streets more than me.” “True, but I’m 15, and legally I have to be in school, you’re 18, you can work for us full time.” “True, but I’ve not got anywhere to live yet, I got a place in the shelter a couple of days ago and I’ve still not got a job, I’ve got to get a job in a few days or I won’t get paid in time to get some money to rent a room somewhere.” Katie tentatively rested her hand on Lia’s, she didn’t pull away, “that’s where we can help.” “You can have a room at my house,” I continued, “you can stay until you get enough together for a flat, or you can stay forever, that choice is yours, and yours alone.” “Ok, and where would I work?” “Ahh, this is where we’re not ready just yet. The charity is still in the planning stages, so initially that will be what you’d do,” she started to speak, so I held up my hand, “I know what you’re going to say, none of us knows what we’re doing, so before we do anything you will accompany me to meetings at my publisher, they have a dedicated charity division, and they’re going to help us. So, to answer your actual question, you’ll be working in the kitchen, in my office, at my publishers. Ultimately we’ll rent some office space, although I had an idea this morning. I may get one of those fancy garden rooms built and use that as an office, then you could work from there.” “So you’ll pay me to work for you, and let me live at your house, where’s the catch?” “There’s no catch.” Poppy and Belle said together, “we’d never trick you Lia.” “Why me, of all the girls you spent time with on the streets? Flower, she’s much smarter than me, why not her?” “Ahh, maybe not as smart as you think,” Belle replied quietly, “she got involved with Luna, ended up hooked on something, Jeremy’s helping her come off it. Same with Evie, she got mixed up with someone who got her on heroin, Jeremy’s taken Evie, Flower and Max out of the city.” “Why Max?” “Ahh, you’ve not heard. She went a bit off the rails when Poppy disappeared and started killing people.” Lia looked at Jenny, “you’re the police, right?” “Yes, I’m the police.” “And you’re ok that Belle just gave you the name of a killer.” Jenny sighed deeply, “can I just say it’s complicated, and leave it at that.” “That’s ok with me.” “Right, now before we go any further, I need to show you this,” she slipped the missing person’s report from her pocket and put it on the table. Lia saw the paper and got up to leave. “It’s ok Lia, I’m not going to say anything to anyone, we’ll explain further later, but just for now I’ll say that my number one priority is to help street kids, and if that means not returning them to abusive families, then so be it.” Lia relaxed and returned to her seat, “I’m not telling you why I ran away.” “That’s fine, I won’t ask. If you want to tell us then we’ll listen, we won’t judge, and we won’t try to persuade you to go home. I only showed it to you because Belle didn’t think anyone was looking for her, she thought her grandfather was mad at her for running away.” “I know they’re looking, but I’m not going back.” “Fine. That changes nothing, we want you to come and live with us, and to work for Poppy and Belle’s charity, we want nothing else from you.” “And you won’t tell my family where I am?” “Absolutely not, you’re an adult, I don’t have to report your whereabouts to anyone.” “Great, if Poppy and Belle trust you, then I’m happy to go home with you and see how I fit in with your life, but understand that this is a risk for me, because if I don’t feel right in your house, I can’t get back in the hostel, ever.” “Oh my, I’d not thought of it that way,” Jenny replied, real concern in her voice.” “Ok, this is what we’ll do,” Poppy said, “come back with us, if you don’t like the big house in Wimbledon with a lovely park over the road, then me and Belle will fund a deposit on a flat for you, your wages from the charity will cover the rent.” “More than anything,” Jenny told her, “we want you off the streets and helping the charity.” “This seems to be very much a win / win situation doesn’t it.” Poppy nodded, “It was very much a dreams-do-come-true-sometimes situation for me.” “Yep, for me too,” Belle agreed. “And me,” Katie added. Lia closed her eyes and sighed, “you know, I’ve been out there for 18 months, maybe more, I can’t remember. You just get used to it, and the thought of change becomes really scary. You’re like, I can live on the streets, I know where I’m safe, if I go to a shelter there’ll be people I don’t know, I might not be safe.” She opened her eyes and looked at Poppy, “did you ever feel like that?” “Not really, but you know how messed up I was, even after i got off the drugs and shit I was always a bit fucked up.” Lia turned to Jenny, “ok, I’m in. I’ll need to sign out of the hostel, and I’ll see if they’ll let me keep the clothes they gave me.” Jenny stood as Lia left the table, “I’ll come with you, so they know you’re safe.” We watched Lia leave, followed closely by Jenny and Katie. “That was harder than I expected,” Poppy sighed. “I guess because she’s been on her own for so long, she’s developed trust issues,” Belle added. “Do we know what happened to her, why she ran away?” I asked. “Not for definite, she never told me anything, did she speak to you Belle?” “Not really, she didn’t speak to me about home at all. I remember Flower said she hated her brother, not sure why.” “Do you think she’ll be ok being in the house with me tomorrow?” I asked. “Oh gosh, we’ll all be in school, and mum will be at work,” Poppy replied. “I’m sure if we assure her how nice you are she’ll be OK.” “She’ll need some clothes,” Belle said, “the shelter will have given her a few second hand things, so she’ll have stuff to wear, but she’s tall and slim, so none of our clothes will fit her. Take her shopping tomorrow, it’ll give her some time to get to know you.” “That’s a good idea, Belle. Thank you.” “Everyone loves shopping, and you can take her for a nice lunch in John Lewis. I remember Lia used to love looking at the cakes we could never possibly afford in the cafe. She’ll love you if you buy her a cake.” “Ahh yes, we’ll need to go there to get her a laptop and phone so she can work, and then we’ll pop in to see Esther at the office, she can give Lia some advice about running the charity.” “She’s so clever, I have every faith she’ll be a great asset to the charity,” Poppy said, “oh! Why didn’t I think of this before? How much do we pay her?” “That’s a question I’ll ask Esther tomorrow. If she doesn’t want to live with us we’ll have to make sure we pay her enough to pay her rent.” “Definitely, but I’m sure Katie will be able to persuade her to stay.” “I’m excited to hear about this office you plan for the garden,” Belle chipped in suddenly, “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” “Oh I have, I saw something in a magazine once,” Poppy replied, “they’re like log cabins for the garden, with big windows, they look really nice. It’ll be a great place to work, you’ll be able to see the trees, and hopefully some squirrels, I love squirrels.” We heard the door open and I turned to see Joey returning. “Oh hey Joey, did you find something nice to wear tonight?” Belle asked. “Yeah, I got a Ralph Lauren shirt for less than half price from TK Maxx, and some nice cologne.” “Let me smell it,” Belle asked, “Obsession, I love this, very manly. Can we see the shirt? Oh, pink, brave choice, it suits you though.” Poppy agreed, “I love it, and I really like Obsession as well. You’ve done well. Have you still got money left to buy some cocktails tonight?” “Oh yes, did you see how much your mum gave me?” “No, I didn’t, she made you put it away too quick.” “Ahh, she’s paid for the shirt and cologne with plenty to spare, I think we’ll be having steak for dinner tonight.” “Yayyy,” Belle cried, clapping in delight, “I’m so happy now.” “She’s a few years older than me, do you think that we’ll be ok?” “I really do, honest, it’s not like she’s a lot older, what is she, 24?” “Wow, good guess, and I’m 19.” “That’s nothing, really,” Poppy told him, “stop worrying or you’ll never enjoy yourself. Oh yeah, nearly forgot, Lia recognised you, and she says Daisy really likes you, so she wasn’t using you at all.” “Oh, really. I feel awful for thinking badly of her.” “Well don’t, I’m sure you’re not the only boy who wondered about a gay girl’s motives for staying over.” We were saved further introspection as Lia returned, she had a carrier bag in one hand, Katie’s hand in the other. “I had to sign more forms to take Lia away than I had to adopt the girls,” Jenny told us as she sat down beside me, “it seems that even though Lia is an adult, I’m now legally responsible for her welfare as far as the shelter is concerned.” “I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect that at all,” Lia apologised, “they’re a good shelter though, the girls I spoke to in there were all happy with the help the shelter gave them finding work, they got me three job interviews.” “Oh really, where at?” Poppy asked. “Two of them were at supermarkets, one was at an animal shelter, I was kind of looking forward to that one.” “Oh dear, I’m sorry if we’ve taken that opportunity from you.” “Don’t be sorry Poppy, I’m sure the work wouldn’t be as interesting as what you’re offering, and I’d have to find somewhere to live that I could afford on minimum wage. You’ve offered me work, food and shelter and I’ve been kicking myself for sounding so sceptical earlier.” As we stood to leave, Poppy called to Jerry, he came from the back of the cafe drying his hands. “Hey Jerry, meet our first employee, once we get up and running she’ll be doing the liaison between HQ and the ground teams, so she’ll be coming around regularly to see how things are going.” “Congratulations Lia, it’ll be good to see you regularly. On that note, you mentioned cooking simple meals like soups and stews. I’ve been thinking, and I can help there, I’ve got a mobile kitchen we don’t use anymore, I’ll bring it round and park it in the yard at the back, you’re welcome to use it.” “Oh man, that would be great,” Poppy replied. Belle raised her hand, “oh oh! I’ve got an idea!” Poppy laughed, “you’re not in school yet, you don’t have to raise your hand.” “I’m just getting in practice, OK,” Belle replied stropily, “anyway, we could do cooking classes. All those times we dreamt about food and had no way to make it. I could run lessons for kids while we cook.” “That’s brilliant,” Lia told her, “that beef was amazing.” “Just you wait until you’re home, I have a million recipes in my head that I’m dying to cook.” “Great stuff,” Jenny said, “you said the kitchen hasn’t been used for a while, let us know how much you need to spend to get it cleaned up and running.” “Ahh, don’t worry there, my brother has a workshop, he’ll be doing it as a favour. He doesn’t know yet, but he’ll do it.” “Excuse me,” Joey broke in. “Put your hand up if you want to speak,” Belle teased. Joey actually blushed and started to raise his hand before Lia stopped him, “err, I’m doing a car maintenance apprenticeship, I’d like to help. It’ll be good to get a chance to work on something bigger than a car.” “I’m sure he’ll appreciate the help, seeing as he’ll be working for free. Do you know Walthamstow at all?” “Yeah, I’ve some cousins who live there.” “Do you know the arches along Lea Bridge Road?” “Yeah, I know them.” “Great, go see Tyler, tell him I sent you. If you want to earn a bit of extra cash I’m sure he can give you some real work as well.” “Thanks, always happy to get a bit of extra cash.” “An extra bit of cash will come in handy,” Belle said, “I’m not saying it’s a man’s duty to pay for a night out, but it’s nice if you can treat your girl every now and again.” “Have you got a girlfriend?” Katie asked. “Hopefully,” Belle replied, “Poppy’s fixed him up with Sally from the car place.” “Oh wow, she’s so pretty.” “Mmm, yeah, she is, so I kind of don’t know why she’d like me.” “We’ve already discussed this Joey,” Katie replied, “you’re a good looking guy and if I was into men I’d definitely be interested. You’re also really nice, you’ve helped us this afternoon when you didn’t have to.” “Now you’re all embarrassing me, shall we head back?” “I’ll see you soon, Jerry,” Lia called as she walked out of the cafe, followed by Belle and Joey, Poppy took Katie’s hand, hanging back a little. “Belle told me how you feel about Lia,” she whispered, “and I want you to know that none of us are exclusive, if you want to be Lia’s girlfriend that’s absolutely fine.” “Mmmm, thanks, I’ve been feeling awkward because you can never love me as much as you love Belle.” “I love you more than you’ll ever know Katie, and I love you too much to trap you when you want to see someone else. We’re all friends more than anything, and we can all still have fun together whenever we like.” “Thank you Poppy.” “Be careful with Lia, we don’t know why she ran away, and until she’s ready to tell us there may be bad dreams.” “I’ve learnt my mistake there, I’ll stay with her, I’ll hold on tight when she’s feeling bad.” Poppy kissed Katie tenderly, “you’ve got a beautiful soul Katie, I hope Lia sees that.” “Belle’s right about you Poppy.” “About what?” Poppy asked, puzzled. “Everything, everything she’s ever said about you is true. You’re a goddess, because only a goddess would be as kind and completely honest as you are.” “Mmm, I’m just a girl, Katie.” “No, you’re so much more than that.” “I guess we’ll never agree on this. Go and get your girl.” “Thanks Poppy,” Katie replied as she dashed forwards and took Lia’s hand. Jenny pulled Poppy into a one-armed hug, “I’m beginning to think she’s right as well Poppy. We’d struggle to find another person as wonderful as you.” Poppy started to cry a little, “but, I’ve done so much bad stuff, I can’t be a good person.” “Oh Poppy, you still don’t understand do you, just because you did stuff that seems bad to survive doesn’t make you a bad person, especially since you clearly know the difference between good and bad. Look how happy Katie is, and Belle, I’ve never seen anyone as happy as Belle. If nothing else Poppy, you’re working miracles on your friends.” Belle joined us then, “are you OK Poppy? You’re not upset about Katie are you?” “Just the opposite Belle, I’m happy for her, I’m really, really happy for her, but I’m also confused about why you all think I’m so good when I don’t think I am.” “Do you know what you need Poppy,” Belle told her. “What?” “You need a good kiss, come here.” Jenny let Poppy go and we walked on, “we’ll wait 5 minutes, then you’re going to have to make your own way home,” she laughed and Belle took Poppy behind a wall for some privacy. 37

Tia's Game by TailWeaver Copyright© 2021 by TailWeaver Chapter 22: Not Just a Game Anymore After her exposure in front of her closest friends, thanks to Katie’s surprise revelation and her own admittedly perverse private desires, Tia found herself increasingly unfazed by mere nudity. The morning after the wild slumber party activities, Tia was moving around Katie’s kitchen, helping everyone get something to eat, even chatting with Katie’s mother, never bothering to get dressed. As it turned out, the only time she had worn clothing over the last few days had been during the walk home from Katie’s, and when she went to school. At home she had stopped bothering with clothes altogether, and rather than keeping her nude excursions in the lower part of the house to a certain infrequency, she simply stopped wearing anything at home. At all. The first night, it was like no one really noticed. When she came down to dinner naked a second time in a row, her nudity simply garnered a couple of startled looks, but by the third night, even her dad had stopped looking away so frequently. The boys were perfectly well behaved when their parents were anywhere near, but she could tell by their looks, and the secretive touches when possible, that they were enjoying the culmination of the rule Tim and Thomas had put in place so many weeks ago. Dinner time cleanup remained an enjoyable, if somewhat rushed, chance for something more than a glance or touch. Tia became quite adept at quickly sucking on one of her brother’s pricks, or turning and letting them slide their fingers inside of her, even making her cum one night. Sneaking off to the bathroom to clean up had put an embarrassed blush on her face, though she decided the risk had most definitely been worth it. The first time she came down to breakfast without getting dressed for school first, her mother had tsk’d and merely reminded her she had to hurry and eat if she was going to wait to get dressed. As she ate her cereal, she smiled at her brothers impishly, her legs secretly squeezing together over and over, hidden by the table. All in all, her daily routine had continued to keep her constantly on edge, and more than ready for the weekend when they would be free to play without interruption. Katie had been a little mysterious this morning. As soon as Tia had shown up at her house to walk to school, she had been quite animated, promising a surprise task for Tia to celebrate Game Night Friday. She made a point of teasing her about the upcoming evening with her brothers, making sure, more than once, that Tia’s parents were still planning on going out. After repeated assurances from Tia, and an equal number of pleading inquiries as to what Katie had in mind, they had parted for their first class with Katie’s one clue bouncing around in Tia’s head. “Today, the task is not for you to bring me your panties. Just wait in the stall and have your phone.” Tia’s mind raced, trying to figure out what Katie was up to. She was always a little nervous around her blonde friend since Katie’s imagination was quite a bit different from her own. At home, she was able to ensure that the games the boys did lined up with her own ideas, either by suggestion or careful story selection in her journal. Katie’s weren’t bad necessarily, they were just different. Time and time again, Tia had been surprised by what Katie had made her do ... stripping in the entryway or even in Katie’s backyard merely being the latest crazy idea. Even when they ran into each other before third period Katie would not divulge a thing about what she had planned for her. It wasn’t until Tia was obediently waiting in a stall that she found out what Katie had in mind. Her phone vibrated, showing an incoming message without advertising the fact she had her phone out of her locker. “Ready? Tee-Tee?” “Yes. Miss Katie.” “Such a good girl.” “Hand over not just your panties, but I want everything you are wearing. Except for your sandals. And phone. Keep your phone. I’m in the next stall. Shhhhh” Looking down, Tia could see a brief wave of fingers and she debated long and hard before the answering tingle in her already aroused pussy decided for her. Quickly reaching down and pulling her shirt up and over her head, she leaned down and quietly held her shirt down low, stifling her gasp of startlement when it was abruptly pulled away. Pausing a moment, surprised at what she was doing, but increasingly excited. She reached back and quickly undid her bra, the pastel cups falling from her breasts as she pulled it forward and leaned down to hold it near the opening Trembling now that her partial nudity was making her more and more excited. Tia quieted her nerves and stood up. She deftly undid the snap of her shorts before she could overthink what she was doing and pushed her shorts and panties down over her bum in one swift motion. The sound of someone moving into the stall on the other side made her freeze in place, slowly sitting down and pausing her clothing removal. An incessant wave of fingers down low made her once again slide her shorts down. Moving slowly, not wanting to broadcast what she was doing, she slowly lifted the foot nearest the unknown person’s stall fist, sliding her shorts and underwear over her foot, before putting it back down and catching her breath. Nearly nude now, unable to truly cover up if she had to, Tia felt a rush of danger-tinged arousal flood her body as she lifted her other foot and finally pulled the last bit of clothing from her body. With a steadiness that betrayed her nervousness, she slowly lowered her shorts along the wall of the stall until they too were pulled away, and she was left naked and quite disturbed atop the commode. ‘Now what?’ she wondered, only for a moment, her phone vibrating again. “Well? Are you going to take off your clothes? I’m not waiting for the whole period, I want to eat!” Tia froze, suddenly scared into complete immobility. ’ Katie had to be teasing, right?’ She told herself, though she was not completely convinced. “Hah. Got ya. Caitlyn is next to you, she’s got them. I wish I coulda seen your face!” Tia felt herself flush with relief, though Katie’s next message set her nerves jangling again. “This time, the task is not just giving me your panties or your clothes. Tee-Tee needs to cum. Three times. And snap us a delightful picture after each one. Then, and only then, will you get your clothes back! Have fun. Tee-Tee!” Tia groaned, staring at the phone in shock. Masturbating was not that horrendous of a task, not after what she’d been doing this week, but three times? During one lunch hour? She was not sure if she could. Taking a picture each time was only going to make it more embarrassing, and she flushed as she realized just how well Katie understood some of her secret desires. Tia could hear a couple of girls chatting about the weekend as they touched up their makeup at the mirrors in the bathroom, and as she pictured them watching her, shocked but turned on, she felt her arousal resume its gentle waves of heat, making her body tingle in that way she loved. Spreading her legs, she stared through the closed door of her stall towards where the girls stood at the sinks and began to play with herself, imagining all sorts of naughty things and making herself squirm with need. Tia felt herself getting worked up, and the more she thought about how she was completely nude, playing with herself while unsuspecting others were just on the other side of her stall door, the more aroused she got. Her fingers flying in a circle around her clit, she leaned back, daring someone to see her with legs spread and furiously drove herself to cum while staying completely silent, clamping her lips shut firmly as she rode the wave of pleasure. Slowly coming down, she gently rubbed herself a couple of times before picking up the phone from where she’d set it atop the paper dispenser. Tia bit her lip, looking at the screen of her phone in camera mode, adjusting the angle until she could see herself. Holding the phone out, she put her free hand over her pubic hair and carefully took a pic. It was not the best of selfies, she thought, but it made it clear that Tia was still naked in the bathroom, and she thought she looked a little flushed and aroused. Her nipples were quite obviously hard, she noticed as she looked over the picture. Feeling like she was crossing another one of those lines, she sent a message to Katie, attaching the snapshot. “1... :)” Knowing she had to make herself cum a couple more times, and rather quickly, Tia put her phone down and started to play again, her body slower to react. She was almost irritated with her fingers at first, as if she would not enjoy this. Not wanting to admit defeat, and not exactly sure what Katie’s consequences might be (she did not think Katie would honestly leave her naked in the bathroom), Tia closed her eyes and tried to think of something sexy. She let her mind bounce from thought to thought, from image to image, until she latched on to trying to imagine what her brothers might do this evening. As she pictured herself tied up and being played with by all three of them, she again felt herself becoming aroused. She chased that feeling hard, keeping up her touches, keeping up her imagery until she felt herself nearing a second peak. Tia could hear more girls coming in and out, some using the stalls on either side of her, some just combing hair or messing with their makeup at the line of sinks. She kept getting distracted, thinking about the bathroom and not what might happen that evening, and she had to keep closing her eyes tight and forcing herself to think about the naughtiest things she could think of. Being tied up. The boys sliding a banana, or a cucumber, inside of her while she sucked on one of them. Their hands everywhere. Finally, the world outside her imagination faded away again and she felt her body climbing towards orgasm. Pressing hard, she pushed her body to react, pinching her clit hard between her fingers until she came a second time, barely remembering to clamp down her jaw, holding back her gasps of pleasure. She was still quivering when she opened her eyes and grabbed her phone again, stopping to read the message Katie had already sent in reply. “Nice and nakey! But we want to see how wet you are. If you want it to count, be a bit more up close and personal!” Tia swallowed nervously. Though she was not that embarrassed about her nakedness, taking a picture of herself all wet and messy between her legs was rather more lewd than she had ever imagined being. At least before the last few weeks. Tia kept her legs spread, straddling the commode, and carefully centered her wet sex in the camera frame before clicking away. Taking two just to be sure. She looked at the snap, blushing at how lewd it was - though from the closeup who’s to say who’s pussy it was. She quickly sent another message and sat back, slowly stroking herself to work herself up again. “2” Tia closed her eyes and fantasized again, trying to get herself back to that pleasant spot. She felt good, and her fingers felt good, but not ‘that’ good. She could tell time was passing, but she kept on touching herself, letting her fingers slide down and inside of her from time to time, spreading her wetness all up and down her slit, making her clit all slippery. Her phone’s vibration distracted her, and she debated about just ignoring it, but she decided to check it and see, maybe too much time was passing and Katie was giving her a reprieve. This time it was not from Katie, but rather it was from Jasmine. “I have your clothes, when you are done!” Tia looked down and saw Jasmine’s darker-skinned hand waving beneath the bottom of the stall wall, and she realized she was sitting next to her, knowing just what Tia was doing in the girls’ bathroom. Touching herself, knowing Jasmine was there, was a little different and Tia imagined all sorts of things with her and Jasmine, further inflaming her arousal. Her mind went back to the previous weekend, reliving all the things that Jasmine had done that no one else had, and she quickly felt her body respond, even though she’d already cum twice in a short amount of time. Closing her eyes and picturing Jasmine, naked and sweet, was all it took for her to begin to feel it, to really feel her body respond, and the waves of pleasure that hit her were exquisite. A bit painful, her muscles aching and straining, but very enjoyable as she gave in to another shuddering orgasm, her fingers moving wetly in and out of herself, pressing and sliding along her clit. Tia sat up, shuddering, oddly proud of herself for doing the task. Forced to masturbate to orgasm three times in a row was something she never would have thought of, and doing it at school was definitely a Katie type of thing. But she was still proud she had done it. She wiped her sticky fingers on her bare thigh and grabbed her phone again, looking down and seeing how red and engorged her sex looked. As she lined up the camera, she saw another message come in from Jasmine, but she ignored it until she finished taking the pic. Quickly sending it off with a short “3” as a comment, she opened up and read Jazz’s text. “I could hear you. So hot!” “One more, please, full-body, but no covering. Sort of before and after!” Tia flushed, looking down at her red aroused sex, and tried to line up the camera for a full-body image. She held the camera out in front of her, and to the side, moving it around until it looked like Katie would be able to see everything. She reached down and slid a finger through her wetness one more time before taking a couple of pictures and sending Katie the best one. Tia waited, knowing she could have ended this at any time, but true to her secret nature she had obediently accomplished the dare, enjoying it far more than she would have thought only a few weeks ago. “Very nice. You can have your stuff back. Just be sure and send that to your brothers before tonight. Make sure they know how much of a slut you are at school thinking about them. Or me. Tell you what, tell them both.” Tia looked over to where she knew Jasmine was sitting and blushed, looking down and seeing her bundle of clothes being held just off the tiled floor. Taking them quickly, she undid the bundle in her lap, finding her bra and putting it on before slipping back into her shirt. It did not surprise her to find that they had not returned her panties, and as she slid her shorts back on, she could feel her sticky wetness all across her mons and the upper part of her thighs. Tia calmed herself and opened the door, hastening out of the way when she saw a small queue lined up. The room had gotten considerably more busy while she had been doing her ‘task’ and she looked around nervously, wondering if anyone besides Jasmine had a clue as to what she had been doing “Oh god finally. You took forever. What the hell have you been doing?” Brenda, another freshman, brushed past her and quickly closed the door, the sounds of an urgent release coming soon thereafter. Sidling up next to Jasmine at one sink, Tia quickly washed her hands, glancing at Jasmine and sharing a secret embarrassed smile. As they left and headed towards the cafeteria and their other friends, Jasmine linked arms with her, their elbows crooked together, and leaned over to say, “I can’t believe you. I mean, I do believe it after last weekend, but god you are ... something” Tia flushed, more than happy to walk down the hallway with Jasmine, and whispered back. “So are you,”, quickly looking away before she got too embarrassed Chapter 23: Back With the Boys Tia finished up the last bit of her homework and flopped back on her bed, looking back over her messages, reliving what had happened over lunch. Katie had been rather smug after congratulating her. Rhea, Caitlyn, and Jasmine were all three giving her smiles and nods, enjoying Tia’s slight embarrassment. She had to eat quickly after spending over half the lunch hour in the bathroom, and she barely had time to finish. Katie had passed around her phone, showing off the pictures Tia had taken, even giving the phone to Tia and having her comment on them for the group. She had been a little shocked at just how red and wet she looked in the last picture, and as she looked at it now, lying in her bed, she felt a faint echo of the intensity of her noontime orgasms. That had been the one she had also sent to each of her brothers, telling them to delete them before their parents could find them. She enjoyed the feeling for a long minute or two before realizing it was about time to eat. Deciding that she wanted to enjoy the full experience again, she got dressed - as if she was going to school - including the underwear that Katie had waited until the end of the school day to give back to her. Her mind already wondering about what her brothers might plan to do this evening, she grabbed her phone and went downstairs. She could hear her dad whistling from back in the master bedroom as she rounded the bottom of the stairs and went to the kitchen. Her mother was there, already dressed and ready to go out it looked like, closing the fridge as Tia entered, “Hey, sweetie. I thought you had already changed, you know?” Tia flushed a little, nervous for no real reason. There was no way her mother could suspect any of what was going to happen tonight. “No, I got too busy trying to finish up my homework fast - did not want it hanging over me all weekend - and Katie invited me over again tomorrow.” “Ah. I’m sure if your chores are done and all your homework, it will be fine. Tonight, you guys are on your own. I just made sure there were enough leftovers from the lasagna and a frozen pizza if you need more.” “Thanks, I’m sure we’ll manage.” Tia turned and went through the other archway into the family room, looking for any of her brothers. Not seeing them, she smiled a little, thinking they might be still upstairs ‘plotting’. Flicking on the television, she settled in to watch a new streaming show about high school, snorting a little at the stupidity of television writers. After a few minutes, Terrence joined her, not saying anything, but she could see him checking her out while they waited for their parents to leave. She heard her dad and mom walk into the entryway and her dad call out, “Guys, we are leaving!” Her father stepped into the room briefly, waving at the two of them. “We are off. You guys behave. Thomas is in charge.” “Yeah, we will, we know,” they said, their words bumping into each other’s as they agreed, saying whatever he needed to hear so they would go on their ‘date night’ and leave them alone. As their parents left for their night out, Tia could hear the pounding of feet on the stairs and Tim and Thomas bounded into the room a few seconds later. “Oh, good, you guys are here. Who’s hungry?” Thomas said, grinning as he flopped onto the other couch. No one answered, everyone just laughing lightly. Tia shook her head at how dorky they were being. It was clear they all wanted the same thing. The four sat and watched the television for a long few minutes, no one saying anything until Thomas broke the silence. “I’m sure they are gone, so that means I am in charge, right?” He said, looking around and grinning at Tia. ‘Though, that’s not a problem for anyone anymore, is it?” he added rhetorically. “No, it’s all good Thomas, though I noticed Tia had gotten dressed for school again instead of, you know, her usual nakedness lately.” Tim seemed to act as if he knew something the rest of them did not. “Yeah, well, you know,” Tia said haltingly. “Well, no, we don’t, or not really, I mean, after last weekend, that phone call,” Thomas said, the three of them just watching her. “Yeah, that was, um, embarrassing.” “Uh-huh, but true?” Tim prompted, “Mmmhmmm, yeah...” “You should tell us again. I think it’s important that we know what’s going on at all times.” “Oh god, really? Can’t we just...” “Maybe you should start with why you got dressed like that.” Tia shifted in her seat a bit, feeling her excitement bubbling just beneath the surface. The games were going to begin; she knew that, and her thoughts were becoming quite naughty as she imagined all the things that might happen. “I, you know, like being searched and stuff.” “Yeah, I figured. So, stand up then. And tell us the rest while one of us does the ‘searching’” Thomas ordered, turning to the other two. “Who wants to start things off with a thorough search of our spy?” Terrence and Tim looked at each other briefly before Tim spoke up. “I will this time, it’s been a while.” Tim motioned for Tia to stand in front of the couch, Terrence going and sitting near, but not next to, Thomas. Tim went behind Tia and stood close, letting her stand there in anticipation while the other two watched closely. She did not have to wait that long, though. Tim’s hands were soon at her sides, sliding up and down her ribcage, down to her hips and back up to either side of her breasts. She could feel her body react to his touch, and the fact that she was standing in front of the other two, and she shifted a little on her feet as his hands pressed a bit more firmly. “Why are you carrying your phone? Put it down - you are going to be too busy to chat!” Thomas said, watching the two of them closely. “Oh, um, yeah, Katie said.” Tia said, pausing. “Katie said...” “She said to keep my phone close. Last time she had to wait a bit. And she said she might call again.” “Fuck, she’s as hot as you are, huh? So, you are supposed to be telling us why you are doing this. What it is you like and stuff. Like on the phone call when you were at Katie’s.” Thomas’s voice broke Tia from her silent enjoyment of Tim’s touch, and as his hands slid more firmly up along her sides, coming around to run across the front of her breasts, she gasped a little and tried to answer. “I like it,” she said, closing her eyes briefly while Tim firmly massaged her breasts through her clothing. “Like what? Come on, be descriptive now” “I like,” she said, pausing while Tim’s hands moved down her stomach to the front of each thigh, pressing inwards towards her center, teasingly, before moving back up to brush her breasts again. His hands continued to run up and down her body a couple more times while she struggled to think. “I like to be touched. And watched,” she said, feeling delicious tingles of pleasure coursing up and down her body as Tim’s hands moved from top to bottom multiple times. “I just can’t help it, I love this. The searching,” she added, holding still, trembling a little as his hands went up under her shirt, grasping her bra for a moment before retreating. Tim’s hands were sure now, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it upwards, waiting as she moved her arms obediently to let him remove her shirt. “I. Like you guys taking my clothes off,” she added, gasping as Tim’s hands tickled her ribs and stomach, grasping onto her breasts still inside of her bra and pinching her nipples which poked through the fabric of her cups noticeably. “No shit. We know that for sure, don’t we?” “Yeah, you really seem to like it.” Tia bit her lip, moving a bit to put her phone down before standing back. Her eyes glazed over with arousal a bit as Tim worked to undo the snap of her shorts, his hands roaming over her round bottom and hips multiple times while he took his time unsnapping, and then parting the flaps of her shorts. Standing there in her bra and opened shorts, she felt her nipples ache and her sex getting wetter and wetter as he played with her, his hands finally taking the waistband of her shorts firmly and pushing them down over her bottom. “There was more though, tell us all of it.” Thomas’s voice sounded deeper, huskier, and as she looked at him, she could tell he was aroused. He was not being shy about it either, his right hand was boldly holding his hardness through his pants. Glancing over at Terrence, she was certain he was enjoying this as much as Thomas, though he was not being so obvious about it. “I, uh,” Tia said haltingly, her mind going back over what Katie had made her say to each of her brothers. Tim’s hands slid back up the outside of her thighs after he had pushed her shorts all the way off, and as his hands neared her hips, it felt as if his touches were moving straight in between her legs. She shivered under his touch, her hips twitching as her body ached to be touched ‘there’. “I like this, ummmm, being touched,” she half gasped as Tim’s fingers slid close to her dampness, teasing her, touching her firmly, ever closer and closer to her sensitive center, but not quite reaching it. Tim’s hands moved up a bit and around to the sides as he pushed her underwear down over the curve of her bottom. He left them there, his hands slowly caressing each side of her bottom, her underwear pulled tight across her thighs. “Come on, you said a lot more. A lot. What about these hmmm?” Thomas said, drawing her gaze back to him. He had opened his pants and was slowly stroking his thick prick, pausing when she looked at him, holding it as if he was presenting a gift to her. “Oh, god, I ... yes, I love, um, cocks,” she said, gasping a little as Tim’s hands suddenly slid upward, leaving her panties tight across her thighs. He pushed up and under her bra, his hands grasping each of her breasts - fingers on nipples, and rhythmically squeezed and pinched them as she tried to speak with some sort of sense. “And, I’m really a s-slut” she added, remembering what Katie had made her say, and thinking little more than about how badly she wanted to get off now. To get them off too, if she was being honest. “I want to cum and cum and cum, oh god,” she said, her nipples aching as Tim pinched them, pushing out eagerly when his hands again glided lower. She could feel her thighs damp as he pushed her panties off, and when he reached between her thighs, sliding and teasing, she eagerly moved her feet apart, making it easy for him to slide in and touch her wetness. “And you shall, I am sure of it,” Thomas growled a little, his hand moving up and down his shaft as he watched her nearly naked body being thoroughly searched by her twin. Tia groaned as Tim’s fingers slid inside of her for a moment, slipping out and spreading her wetness liberally up and down her slit. She felt him pull away and push down on her shoulders, and she thought he was going to push her towards Thomas and his waiting erection. Instead, he turned her to the side, and moved in front of her, pulling her head firmly against the hardness in his jeans. “Since you love them so much, you can take care of this one,” he said, clasping her head against his waist, turning and pressing her lips and cheeks against his jeans-covered erection. She could feel his erection, his cock, and she felt a delicious thrill of naughtiness rush through her as she let herself be moved and told what to do. She felt him pull back for a second, unsnapping his jeans, then stood waiting for her. Knowing what he wanted, what they all wanted, she did not hesitate. Not anymore. The need for games was dropping away, and even though she loved it all, she was coming to really love this feeling she had right now - being very, very naughty. Sexy, yes, but very naughty. She reached up and pulled open his jeans, leaning into his mouth his cotton-covered hardness for a second before pushing his pants down a bit and reaching for his briefs. As soon as his cock was exposed, she stopped pulling on his underwear and grabbed him, putting him into her mouth as she inhaled deeply and tasted him. “Goddamn, she really does fucking love it, doesn’t she?” she heard Thomas growl. She turned to look and saw that he and Terrence were both playing with themselves while they watched her and Tim, though Terrence was far less obvious about it. She felt Tim’s hands come down and rest on her head, not pushing or guiding it so much as simply resting there, stroking her slightly as she licked and sucked up and down his shaft. ’So bad, so so bad,’ she thought to herself, her body squirming in naughty pleasure as she worked to get her brother’s cock to explode. His hands stopped being so gentle and held onto her head, guiding her and holding her as he thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her open mouth. She knew he was getting close, his grip was becoming tighter, and as she felt him slam in hard, slowing down for a long second or two before pulling out and slamming right back in, she sucked eagerly, hungrily, knowing he was going to cum in her mouth at any moment. She felt an odd power in holding herself, taking his thrust, and when he began to shoot off, she closed her lips tight and sucked as if it was a nipple, gobbling his stuff into her mouth. “Oh fuck that’s...” Tim groaned, pulling back, his hips twitching as the sensitive head of his prick slid past her lips. Tia looked up at him, her lips parting a little, her tongue experimentally touching his cum. She was not sure if she was going to swallow or spit it out, but she found her mind made up for her when Thomas bent forward to pull her face towards his lap, feeding her his rock-hard cock. She heard him groan as her cum filled mouth closed over his prick, and she worked to swallow what she had in her mouth while sucking a bit awkwardly on the enormous head of his cock. The huge mushroom head always made her quiver a little, as if its size was something to fear, but as she felt it fill her mouth, she breathed deep through her nose and felt her naked and wet cunny spasming in secret response. “Fuck yessss,” Thomas sighed, sitting back and gently thrusting his hips upward into her mouth a couple of times. She glanced up at him for a second, seeing him closing his eyes, and she stretched her jaw wide to take him a bit more easily. She vaguely heard Tim behind her, pulling his pants back up, and when she felt her hand being grasped, she turned to the side and watched as Terrence pulled her right hand towards his lap. Just like with Tim and Thomas the previous weekend, she found herself sucking on one prick while stroking a second, and the feeling of naughtiness, of being a raging slut, only increased. Naked, on her knees, and not only touching but sucking on a cock was definitely on the naughty track, she thought, her mind hazing over a bit as she felt herself sliding down into a pleasant, sensual, erotic mindset. The chirping sound of Katie’s ringtone broke through her low moans of pleasure, and she paused for a second before continuing when Tim spoke up. “I’ll get it. You keep going now, don’t want to upset your customers!” Tia kept sucking, closing her eyes when she heard him talking behind her. “Oh, yeah, hey Katie. Yep, she’s busy again. I figured, here, hold on a second.” Tia only heard ½ of the conversation, but she was pretty sure what Katie was saying. When Tim moved to the side away from Terrence and pointed her phone at her, her assumptions proved correct. She could see Katie’s eager face, and she knew her friend was seeing her in all her slutty glory. Much more slutty, in some ways, than during the sleepover. Katie’s voice came through now, though, as Tim put the vid chat on speaker. “God, look at you go, girl. I thought you were nuts last weekend, but this is so fucking hot! Sucking on your own brother’s cocks like some sort of slut. Oh. that’s right. You are a slut, aren’t you?” Tia groaned, Thomas’s fat cock head filling her mouth, and she pulled up a little, glancing at the phone before ignoring it and continuing to suck on Thomas’s shaft while still stroking and playing with Terrence’s narrower prick. Katie’s words bored into her, adding to her embarrassed arousal, making her even more eager for what they were doing. What they would do later. Moaning as she sucked, she felt Thomas’s hard cock throb and become even harder as his orgasm apparently approached. “I see you are busy now. I will call later, don’t lose the phone!” Katie’s voice sounded like she was teasing, though Tia was not paying much attention to who was watching and listening, her hand coming back from Terrence’s shaft to cup and hold Thomas’s testicles while she knelt up a little higher and rapidly bobbed her head up and down his shaft. He was close now, his hips coming up to meet her mouth with every stroke, and she could feel his balls moving oddly inside his sack just before he groaned and his cum began to shoot. She stopped moving, holding his prick around the base with both hands as she sucked on the fat head, the cum shooting into her mouth and filling her with its hot, sticky mess. She felt him slow down, and wanting to clear her mouth, she pulled up and off of his cock, the sticky mess spilling out around her lips as she silently worked them together. It was too much, way too much to swallow, and she pulled her hand up to her mouth and jumped up before dashing naked to the bathroom and spitting the bulk of it out. She looked up at herself in the mirror, her face streaked with bits of boy cum, groaning a little, before quickly washing her face and rinsing her mouth. “S-sorry, too much, too much,” she said as she went back to her brothers, noting that they had all covered up again, even Terrence, who had not gotten a turn. “I can finish now...” she added, moving towards Terrence and kneeling down. “No, you don’t need to, we can...” Terrence said, breaking off as soon as Tia’s hands touched his covered erection. “Up to you, Terrence, you know what we have planned. We don’t mind waiting while she takes the edge off first though, heh!” Tim and Thomas half laughed as Tia continued to undo her youngest brother’s pants. “Oh, mmm, k” was all she heard as she pulled his prick into the open and stroked it twice in her hand, her fingers still cool from her quick wash up. She could see a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the tip, and she quickly leaned in and licked it up, savoring the taste. Pre-cum tasted so much better than the real thing, she thought, taking her brother’s cock into her mouth and quickly stroking him with her hand at the same time. Hearing that they had ‘plans’ had made her a little eager to see if (and how) they were going to make her cum again, though she was more than willing to make sure they all three had a chance at a first quick release. Terrence said nothing else, simply leaning back and enjoying what she was doing, and she could feel him quickly responding, his narrow prick becoming as hard as it ever had been before. She looked up at him, watching her, and as she sensed him getting closer and closer, she tried to keep staring at him, urging him with her eyes to cum in her mouth. Cum in her and make her the good little slut she was becoming. “I’m gonna, you know,” he gasped, warning her, and she loved him for that. “It’s ok ... I think ... I’m ready this time,” she said after pulling free for a moment, looking at the glistening head of his prick as she held it steady in her firm grasp. She slid her lips back over the crown of his cock, sliding slowly down, teasingly slow, and was not surprised when he suddenly grunted and pushed up inside of her, his narrow cock spurting just like Tim and Thomas had both just done. Either she was getting used to it, or Terrence’s cum did not taste as strong or as bitter as Thomas’s, and Tia almost savored the feel of his thick cum as it coated her tongue and mouth, wantonly swishing her tongue around as she mentally called herself a horny little cocksucker. “Mmmmmm,” she said, moaning and sitting back, licking her lips a little as she noticed the other two had been busy while she was taking care of Terrence. They had pulled the single upholstered chair from the couch and turned it at an angle. Several pillows had been placed on the seat and then covered with a blanket. She looked at it, and then at her brothers, and waited for whatever was coming next. Tia saw Tim come back into the room with their collection of ropes, and she knew what they were likely planning. Sounds from the kitchen made her curious, though after last week’s game she was fairly certain Thomas was looking for more opportunistic toys. Her cunt spasmed as she pictured herself tied to the chair and toyed with by some vegetable or something, and she was standing with her hands held out in front of her before she quite realized she had done so. “Ooooh, eager are we?” Tim teased, taking her by her two wrists and pulling her over to the chair. Tia blushed, shrugging her shoulders slightly as she let herself be led over to the chair. It did not surprise her at all when Tim positioned her to the side of the chair and pulled forward on her wrists, forcing her to bend over the arm of the chair. It was low enough that it was easy for her to bend easily, and she felt him pull her hands all the way forward, pushing out over the other side. Suddenly she was aware the other two were there, and she was being lifted and moved to slide a softer pillow below her neck and face, turning her head so that she could breathe. She could feel the ropes going around each wrist, and when they began to be tugged, lightly because of the way she could not bend her arms at all, she realized that they were tying each wrist to the same side ankle; the rope passing under the chair. She could move her arms easily, but besides being connected to her wrists, they also tied her ankles to each leg of the chair, preventing them from getting more than a couple of inches from the corner of the chair. Tim stepped away for a moment, leaving her bound and bent over the chair. Tia could feel her backside exposed, her wet slick center peeking out between her parted thighs, and she felt that warmth she always loved when she knew that someone could see her. See all over her. Her breasts were pressed against the blanket and pillows that filled the seat of the upholstered chair, but she could feel the skin along her sides stretching, her ribs obvious as the ropes kept her arms straight out over the other side of the chair. She found she could turn her arms enough to let her hands dangle, but she could not easily pull them back towards the arm of the chair. She could tell there was enough slack, but she just did not have the leverage to push herself up off of the pillows and pull her arms back. She heard Thomas come back, and she heard them joking around a bit before their hands were again on her bare skin. “Hmm, such an inventive spy. You realize where she had hidden the encoded files last time, right? We must be very thorough.” “Yes, very thorough!” “We need a new name, though. Katie has one for her, but she doesn’t want us using it. Tee-Tee is just for her.” “Yeah, too bad. Tee-Tee is a good one.” “Mmm, something that doesn’t sound bad, but it’s like a code. Like, um, Sweetie, or, I dunno, Angel” “I dunno. Maybe, I mean, we can’t call her slut unless we’re alone. What if, what if we made Sis or Sissy short for Sissy Slut, or even just SS.” “Oh god, that’s good, Tia already admitted to everyone she’s really just a slut. And we could secretly tease her with a simple Sis or something when the folks or others are around.” “Perfect. You don’t mind, do you? Sissy Slut? Hmmm??” Tia felt her skin tingling as their hands ran all over her, much like Tim’s had just a bit ago. She knew Tim and Thomas were both there, but she had not seen Terrence in a while - he was probably recovering, or just watching, she thought, though she spent little time wondering. Her other two brothers’ hands seemed to be everywhere, stroking her back, her sides, pressing against the sides of her breasts, sliding over her bottom, and teasing in between her thighs. Each sliding pass of fingers near or against her slit made her wriggle and pull against her bindings, the pleasure continuing to increase as she became more and more aroused. The names they discussed and called her made her feel odd, almost like it was silly, but the more they repeated the slut word, the more she felt herself responding. “Mmmm, s’ok,” she breathed, not protesting their new name for her. An alternative name to go along with Katie’s Tee-Tee. Panting a little, she turned her head a bit, looking as best she could, and saw Thomas more near her head, his arousal obvious inside of his pajama bottoms. He must have changed after she had sucked on him. The thin fabric did little to hide his hardness, and whenever he moved, his dick moved as well, drawing her gaze as she laid there. A coolness assaulted her skin on her bottom, and she realized they had found some oil and had spread it all over her skin, especially her bottom, their fingers boldly sliding all up and down the crack of her behind. When Tim teased at her bottom hole with his finger, she moaned, pressing back and away, though eagerly waiting for another touch. “Ohh...!” she exclaimed softly, gasping as his fingers slid inside of her while his thumb pressed near her backside. She closed her eyes, groaning a little as he began to fuck her with his fingers, his thumb sliding around the slick skin around her bottom. It was so nasty, being touched like that, in both places. So nasty, and so arousing. She reached out blindly with her hands, feeling Thomas’s leg, and when he moved to press his hard-on against her hand, she grasped it eagerly. “Are you?” “Yeah. Didn’t you read that story she mentioned? Sissy I mean. The spy hid something in her bottom. So I figured”. “Oh, fuck!” Tim’s fingers became bolder now, and it was clear Thomas was turned on by what Tim was doing. She felt him pull his bottoms down and press her hand against his bare shaft while Tim continued to slide his fingers in and out of her wet channel, his thumb pressing more firmly, more obviously, directly over her bottom. It was not long before she felt the tip of his thumb slide inside of her, and as she squeezed down against the intruder, she felt a nasty charge of arousal pulsing through her. “Oh ... gawwwddd,” she moaned, pressing back and giving herself over to his touch. She was becoming more and more turned on, and she could feel her orgasm rushing towards her. It was going to be a good one, a very good one, she could just tell. She was about to cum when he paused, driving her crazy. The drip of more oil across her back and bottom made her squirm even more, and when his hands, now even slicker, slid again over her body, she pressed back eagerly. Thomas was spreading some of the oil from her back up over her shoulders and along her sides, reaching under to briefly touch her nipples before going back to her shoulders, one hand moving to displace hers on his shaft. She saw him stroke it a couple of times, getting it oily, and when she again grabbed him, she marveled at how slick and hard it felt. Tim’s hands drove all other thoughts from her mind right then though, as he again slid two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt. Tia felt his thumb press into her rectum easily, deeper now, making her groan in perverted delight. She had read about this, in her stories, but she had never really figured out why they did it, why it might feel so good. She was not sure if it was because she was so turned on, or that she was quite liberally covered in oil, but she welcomed the quite naughty intimate touch, and it seemed to make everything else feel just that much better. Tim’s fingers and thumb seemed to drill into her, deeper and deeper, and she fucked back against his hand as if she was some sort of animal. It felt so good, and so bad at the same time, she was losing herself in the pure physical pleasure. Thomas pulled himself free from her hand and moved her arms apart a little, stepping forward between them. She could feel his bare thighs on her bound forearms, and when he rubbed the head of his prick against her face, she opened her mouth, letting her wet tongue and lips part for him. The angle was not great, but Thomas did not seem to care, continuing to move his hardness around and in between her lips, spreading her saliva and his pre cum around her mouth.

The New Rules By SuperEvil Chapter 4 Adam opened the door of his sister's room and walked right in, finding both of his sisters still sleeping. Up until now he would never have been allowed to just brazenly walk into their room like that, but things had really changed the last couple days. Adam walked over to Abbie's bed and yanked her covers clean off. Come on Abbie. Its time for your punishment for your outburst at mom yesterday. "Wha?" Abbie said, not really awake. She reached to find the covers to stop the sudden chill. She was a little confused about that. Normally she felt pretty warm in her pajamas. She bolted up, realizing it hadn't been a nightmare, it was her real life. Adam laughed a little at his sister's reaction. "What's the matter, Abbie? You look like you just had a bad nightmare." He gave her a smug smile. "Well come on. We're wasting daylight." For what? Abbie looked at him in confusion. You need to be punished. I thought my punishment was having to invite two boys over to see me naked. Thats your punishment for trying to get me and my friends naked. This is for your outburst at mom yesterday. He turned to leave the room, and reluctantly, Abbie followed. "Hey. Uh. I need to use the bathroom." Abbie said as she reached the entrance. "Sure. Go ahead." Adam gestured towards the bathroom, and then followed her in before she could shut the door. "What are you doing!? I've really gotta go!" Abbie gave him an exasperated look. "Well, don't mind me." Adam just smiled. "I'm not going to go in front of you!" "Alright. Suit yourself Abbie, but your punishment is going to last at least an hour. I'd go if I were you." Abbie sighed and rolled her eyes, but when her brother didnt move, she walked over to sit down on the toilet. She couldnt believe her brother had found another way to humiliated her, and such a gross way too. "Open your legs so I can see." He kept smiling at her, and Abbie complied, feeling totally degraded. It didn't take her long to start peeing. She really had to go. Adam just watched with a smug look on his face, and Abbie shut her eyes so she didn't have to see her brother. She grabbed a bit of toilet paper when done and cleaned herself off, then flushed it down the toilet and stood up. "Alright, follow me. Adam said, leading his naked sister down the stairs and over to the front door. Really? Youre going to make me go outside again like this? You cant be serious. Abbie said in a whiney voice, getting a knot in her stomach. Oh absolutely. Theres really no reason you cant be outside naked, Abbie. Remember? The neighbors cant do anything about it, and we need to get them used to you being naked anyway. People are just going to have to learn to enjoy looking at you like this. And now I know you really enjoy it." She gave him an annoyed look. "Oh, don't look at me like that. You said so yourself last night. So, Im really just giving you what you want, no reason to whine. Abbie switched her expression to a dirty look, but Adam just chuckled. Now come on. He opened the door and walked out. Today you are going to really learn no part of your body needs any privacy. To do that, Im going to have you keep your pussy on display for anyone who might happen to come by for an hour. Adam walked out to the middle of the front yard. Come out here. He said when Abbie just stood there in the doorway, looking apprehensively out at him. Abbie slowly walked out to the middle of the yard near her brother, getting very nervous someone else would see her at any moment. Ok. Stand facing the house. Now bend over in half and put your hands palm down on the ground. Good. Now open your legs wide, Abbie. A little wider. There. Now your pussy is on display for anyone who comes by and would like to look. Adam said, admiring his sisters bare pussy from behind. He walked back over to the porch after a minute. If Im not back out to get you in one hour, you can come back inside when this egg timer goes off. Until then, stay in that position. He set the timer for an hour and set it down on the porch. Youre not staying out here? Abbie asked, surprised her brother wouldnt want to see how humiliated she would most likely end up being when someone no doubtedly saw her. Ive got some other things to do. If anyone asks why youre like that I want you to explain youre being punished and why. Ok? But no moving. Ill be checking on you from time to time, so dont think you can just get up and hide while Im gone. Adam said, as he went back into the house and shut the door. Abbie was trembling now, knowing at any moment someone could end up seeing her in such a vulnerable position. The position wasnt particularly comfortable either, and Abbies muscles were aching after 10 minutes. Her only saving grace was that it was still pretty early Sunday morning and most people were either still sleeping or off at church. After what felt like 30 minutes to Abbie, she was starting to think maybe she could make it through this without anyone seeing her, when she heard her name being called. Abbie!? Blake! Abbie yelped, almost losing her balance and falling over. She had zoned out, but now looked up at her friend and classmate standing at the edge of the curb through her own bare legs. Blake lived a few blocks down the road from Abbie, and was on the track team as well, so was out for his morning jog. Normally he would run with Abbie most mornings, but she had let him know she couldn't make it. He was really confused at what his good friend and teammate was doing. What are you doing out here like this, Abbie? This some kind of new age yoga or something? He chuckled a little. He walked over to stand behind her, trying to look at her face between her legs, but couldnt keep his eyes from drifting to the girls open pussy. No. Abbie sighed. Im being punished. Wow. Punished? Like this? What the hell did you do? I'm being punished for wanting to wear clothes and have private parts, and for my outburst at my mom about it. Abbie felt totally humiliated to admit that to her friend, but knew if her brother found out she had lied she would just end up in even more trouble. What? I mean, you obviously have privates. I can, uh, see them right now. Abbie blushed hard, seeing him looking directly at what was between her legs. Its a long story, but for some reason my mom has made a rule that girls have to be naked in our house. Wow! So, you have to be naked, like all the time? Yeah, pretty much. Blake couldn't believe his luck, but the way she was staring at him told him he should probably say something. I uh... But I still don't understand. What do you mean about not having private parts?" Well, since Im naked all the time now, my mom insists everyone call them either girl parts or by their names. Since theyre not really private. You get it? Abbie laughed in disgust. Wow, thats uh... Thats got to suck. Blake said, feeling conflicted. He certainly felt bad for his friend, but she was also a naked 14 year old girl, and a really hot one at that. Seeing her naked was a dream come true for him. Thats not all. In order to help me get over thinking my privates should be, well, private, my mom made another rule that anyone, specifically boys, can touch me anywhere they want. Blake looked at her in shock, and then looked away so she couldn't see him getting a huge smile on his face. "Wow!" "Tell me about it. This is so fucked. I hate this!" Abbie was feeling a little better now that she had vented to her friend. "You sure you hate it completely?" Blake couldn't keep his eyes from between the girl's legs for long. "Yes!" Abbie thought back to what her brother had made her say the previous day. "I just mean, from here it looks like your, uh, pretty... I mean, you're kinda dripping wet, Abbie." "Blake!" Abbie was mortified her friend would bring up her arousal like that. She figured he had probably noticed by now, but hoped he wouldn't say anything. "Sorry, but it's true." Abbie shut her eyes in shame. "Don't feel bad, Abbie. I don't mind. You can't really help it if you like this." "I don't like this!" Abbie wasn't sure if she was trying to lie to him or herself. Blake was pretty sure she was lying, seeing the evidence right in front of him. Seeing her so aroused was having quite an effect on him as well. He wasn't sure he could keep control of himself staring at her like that, so went around her to sit on the porch steps. "Where are you going? Please don't leave!" She called out desperately. Even if she was embarrassed to be on display in front of him like that, she knew if he was staring between her legs, he was at least blocking the view of her from the road and other people. "I'm still here. I just needed to sit down for a minute." He answered. Abbie craned her neck up for a moment, but it hurt to hold it like that, so dropped her head back down. "How much time do I have left?" "Oh uh..." Blake said, seeing the ticking egg timer sitting next to him. "18 minutes. I could probably knock a few minutes off here. I bet your mom wouldn't notice." "No don't!" Abbie said quickly. "I'll just get in even more trouble. And it's not my mom who's punishing me. It's my brother." "Your brother? Adam? Oh man. I didn't even think of him. He must be loving this." "Yeah, Adam. My mom put him in charge of making sure I follow the rules. He can punish me anyway he wants. He even gave me a spanking yesterday. He's been gloating about this since I was first forced to strip naked." "How long have you been like this?" "Since Friday night. We had to go over to my mom's bosss house. Her boss has the same rule at her house. I guess she must have convinced my mom the rule was a good idea, because I can't think of any other reason she would do this. At first my mom told me and my sister we didn't need to follow the rules there, since we would only be there a short while, but then she came back after a few minutes and made us strip naked. It was so humiliating. I had to be naked in front of both my brothers and her bosss son was there too." "Who's her son?" "Matt Stevens." "Oh. I know him. Isn't he dating that blonde girl? Jenny something?" "Yeah. Jennifer Powers. She was there too." "Oh." He got a little smile on his face. "Was she naked too?" "Yeah. That's the rules. Right? She didn't even seem to mind much." "Awesome! Is she hot?" "Blake!" She said with a little chuckle. "Yeah. I suppose." She said quietly, feeling a little jealous. "Well, I've always liked brunette girls way better." He said, causing her to smile, and she would have blushed even more if she wasn't already blushing as hard as she could already. Just then a car drove by. Abbie couldn't help looking to see who was inside. She was able to see a young boy, probably about 8 she guessed, with his face pressed to the window, gawking at her from the back seat, as the car quickly passed by. She started trembling again as the car turned onto the next road and was out of her view. "You ok?" Blake asked, seeing how what had just happened, had affected the poor naked girl. "Yeah." She answered, not really sure what else to say. After a minute to calm down and stop trembling, she asked "Blake? Would you come and stand behind me again?" "Uh, sure." He said, a little confused. He still thought looking at her folded in half, with her bare back and shoulders facing him was still pretty sexy, but he had been able to settle himself down a bit at that point. So, he got up and went to stand behind her, facing the road this time, wanting to keep his composure. "You can look, you know." "What?" He looked back at her for a second, then back towards the road. "You can look. I don't really mind, I guess. You were looking for quite a while when you got here. I mean, you've already seen it." Blake looked at her again, then away, not wanting to offend her. "Come on. I know you want to." She said when he kept facing the road. Blake finally turned to face her, staring directly at her pussy again. He went hard as a rock again almost immediately. "You sure?" "Yeah." She smiled up at him, noticing the bulge in his shorts for the first time. After about a minute with the two just staring at each other, she said "You know. The rule is anyone can touch me." "Oh." He said almost under his breath, still not taking his eyes from her pussy, which seemed to be rapidly dripping now. "Yeah... So, if you want..." Blake took a couple steps forward, seeing quite clearly now just how wet she had really gotten. He slowly reached his hand out towards her pussy. Just then the front door of the house swung open and Adam came back outside. "Hey Blake!" Blake jumped back, hoping Adam hadn't seen what he was about to do to his sister. Adam had been watching his sister from his bedroom window. He was delighted when Blake had shown up, knowing how much that would embarrass his sister. He had decided to come back out when Blake seemed to be trying to block the view of his sister from the road and wasn't facing her. "How's it going?" "Uh, alright." Blake couldn't help but blush at almost being caught. "So, Abbie. Did you explain the reason you're out here like this to him?" "Yes Adam." She said with a sigh. She was disappointed that her brother had interrupted them. "So, Blake, what do you think about the new rules here?" Adam said, getting a wide smile on his face. Blake couldn't help looking between Abbie's legs again. He honestly thought the rules were amazing, but didn't want to anger his friend. "Uh..." The timer went off then. "Looks like your punishment is over Abbie." Adam said. Abbie had trouble straightening up, and started to stretch her sore limbs to get the feeling back in them, giving Blake a different kind of show as her breasts stretched and jiggled a little as she moved around. "Well, it's a nice day out. You can say out here as long as you like, Abbie." Adam teased his sister. Abbie didn't want to stay outside like that any longer than she had to. She rolled her eyes at her brother as she passed him and entered the house. "Wanna come in?" She asked her friend before going inside completely. "Uh, sure." Blake answered. The two boys followed her into the house, and Abbie led them all the way to the living room, and sat down on the couch. "So, did you tell him all the rules, Abbie?" Adam asked his sister. "Yes. I explained everything to him." Abbie said, feeling annoyed. "Good. Good." He turned to the older boy. "Wanna play with her pussy?" "What!?" Blake said. "Adam!" Abbie couldn't believe her brother would just ask her friend that. "What? I saw what he was about to do to you right outside. Now you two only have to do it in front of me instead of the whole neighborhood." "Dude! I'm not doing that to her in front of you!" Blake said, getting a little angry at the way Adam was treating his sister. Adam walked over and put his arm around Blake's shoulder. "Look. You're a smart guy Blake. So, I'll level with you. You're going to do this to my sister, or I'm going to make sure things get much, much worse for her. I'm in charge of her and I can punish her however I like." Blake grabbed the scruff of his collar and was about to hit him, but Abbie jumped up and grabbed his arm. "Don't! Please!? You'll just make things way worse and get me in more trouble. Just do what he says." Abbie begged. Blake let go of his collar and Adam straightened his shirt out. "So, get to it." Adam said when the two just stood there. Abbie went over and sat back down on the couch and opened her legs for Blake. Blake came over and sat down on the couch next to her. He was still feeling rage at Adam, but didn't want to cause Abbie any more trouble, so reached over and started playing with her pussy. Adam got a smug smile. Even though both of them were participating in protest, it was still the most exciting moment in both of their lives. "Oooh." Abbie started moaning out loud when Blake found her clit. "Mmmmmm." Even if it had to be in front of her brother, it was still a dream come true for both of them. "Am I doing it right?" Blake asked. "Yes. Oh god, yes!" She answered him. Blake was glad she seemed to be enjoying it at least. "Keep doing that." She said when Blake moved his fingers in a particular way on her clit. Blake did as she said, keeping up the movement, which had her squirming around in pleasure. "Oh yes!" She was moaning much louder. Abbie hadn't gotten off at all since the new rule was put in place. Her arousal had been brought up and down many times yesterday by the boys, and the punishment her brother had put her through that morning had made it skyrocket, especially after Blake showed up. "FUCK YES!" Abbie screamed, cumming the hardest she ever had in her life. Abbie, such naughty language. Her brother chastised her. Guess Ill just have to give you another punishment. Adam grinned at her. Abbie was still breathing hard and trying to catch her breath, so Blake said, Cant you lay off her a little? Adam was a little annoyed at Blake, but figured he could get him on his side if he could just talk with him alone. Abbie, youve made quite the mess there. Why dont you go up and clean yourself off? Ill take care of the couch. Abbie looked down at herself and blushed, noticing her juices all over her pussy and thighs. She quickly ran off to take a shower. Adam grabbed a towel and threw it on the small puddle left by his sister and sat down across from Blake. So, Blake. You never did answer me about what you think about the rules here. Well, I... Blake stuttered a little. Oh, come on. I can tell you really liked seeing her naked. You cant say it wasnt great, getting to do that to my sister. Adam gave him a big smile. I guess... I mean... Oh, alright. The rules here are amazing! Blake smiled himself, then got a little worried he had just admitted that to Adam. Please dont tell your sister I said that. Oh, I wont... As long as you do something for me. What do you want? Blake asked, getting more worried. Well, we should be friends here, Blake. Work together. Us boys gotta stick together, you know. You have two sisters yourself, right? Yeah? What about them? Well, how would you like to have the same rules at your house? How the hell would you do that? My parents would never go for that. Youd be surprised. How well do you get along with your sisters? Lilly is alright, but Heather is a real pain. Heather is your older sister, right? 16? Think about what it would be like to make her go naked all the time. Blake imagined that, thinking it would probably be pretty great, and quite humiliating for his older sister. Well... He still wasnt sure he should trust Adam. And maybe even being able to punish her whenever you want. Now Adam really had his attention. I still dont understand what you get out of this though. Well I just want the same thing you just got. A chance to see one of my classmates and a girl the same age as me completely naked. Lilly? Exactly. Hmmm... Ill agree under one condition. You cant treat Lilly like youve been treating your sister. Lillys too nice a girl for that. Deal. Adam stuck his hand out, and Blake shook it, thinking he had just made a deal with the devil. So, what do I have to do? Adam spent the next few minutes explaining his plan to Blake. Abbie came back down after her shower and sat down on the couch next to Blake again. So, uh... What have you guys been talking about? Well, uh... Blake wasnt sure what to say. I was just explaining the reason for the rules to Blake. Adam answered, which seemed to satisfy his sister. Mrs. Larson soon came down the stairs herself, having taken the opportunity to sleep in. Blake was really surprised to see she was naked as well. Hi, Blake. Howve you been? Uh... Alright Mrs. Larson. You? He said, a little wide eyed. Pretty good. She turned to speak with her son. Adam? Any problems with Abbie so far today? No mom. Shes been the perfect lady this morning. Abbie was a little surprised at her brothers praise, but certainly wasnt going to argue if it meant she could stay out of trouble. Good, Abbie. Keep it up! and their mother went into the kitchen to get breakfast. Wow, your moms naked too! Blake said, once the woman was gone. Yeah... Abbie said, a little embarrassed about it. She is a girl, after all. Adam answered with a grin. Well, I need to get breakfast too. Would you like anything Blake? Abbie asked. Sure. He answered, wanting to spend as much time with the naked girl as possible. They all walked into the kitchen, and Abbie grabbed a box of frozen waffles out of the freezer, popping a couple into the toaster. Blake and Adam sat down at the table with Mrs. Larson who was having some toast. Abbie brought the waffles over to Blake along with a bottle of syrup and put two more into the toaster for herself. Abbie brought her own waffles over to the table and sat down, starting to eat. Abbie, arent you going to offer some waffles to your brother? her mother asked. Oh, thats alright. I already ate. Thanks mom. But you do need to learn to be more polite, Abbie. Remember to ask me next time. Adam said, gloating to his sister again. Alright. Abbie said in a defeated voice. So, Blake. You want to spend the whole day here with me and my sister? Adam asked. Well... I had actually just started my jog. I kinda need to finish that. But uh... Doesnt Abbie normally go jogging with you? Their mother asked. Yeah, but she sent me a text last night letting me know she was busy with family matters. Blake answered, blushing as he couldnt keep his eyes from wandering to the womans bare breasts. What matters, Abbie? Her mother looked at her, a little disappointed. Well, I was going to be punished this morning by Adam is all. Abbie tried to explain. Abbie, dont try using your punishment as an excuse to get out of your responsibilities. Exercise is important, especially if you want to keep your place on the team. After you finish breakfast, I want you to join Blake for your jog. Abbie looked at her mother a little wide eyed, but at this point wasnt going to give her any more complaints. Ok. Yes maam. Adam said. Yes maam. Abbie repeated. Their mother smiled over at Adam. After they finished eating, the teens all went back into the living room. So, are you allowed to get dressed for this at least? Blake asked Abbie. Oh no. Its perfectly legal for girls to be naked outside. A helpful police woman told us last night. No, Abbie is going on her jog completely naked. Well, I suppose its alright if you wear your shoes. Adam offered the naked girl. Gee, thanks. Abbie said, headed upstairs to get ready. When she was gone, Adam whispered to Blake. This is perfect. After youre done with your jog, take my sister over to your house. You dont think my parents will freak out? Not if you stick to my plan. Just remember, the key is to act like its no big deal the girls are naked. Alright, I guess. Wish me luck. Abbie came back down, ready to go, wearing only her running shoes and socks, and had her long brunette hair up in a ponytail. Blake thought she looked really cute like that. Ready? Abbie reluctantly nodded her head. Alright. Lets go. Inside, Blake was ecstatic Abbie was going on their run naked. Outside, he tried to act like it was no big deal, trying to practice for when he took her to see his parents after their run. He led her over to the door and opened it for her, letting her exit first. Abbie was freaking out now, it was much later in the morning, almost noon. She was already starting to sweat a little, and she hadn't even begun her run. Blake started running at an easy place, and Abbie kept up, running beside him. It was difficult for Blake to keep his eyes off her, particularly her breasts, as they bounced and swayed with each step she took. Abbie noticed where he was looking, and blushed a little, but at this point he had seen everything of hers, so there really was no reason to be so embarrassed in front of him, she reasoned in her head. It was everyone else she was worried about seeing her naked at that point. A few people were out gardening or just out in their yards, and would stop and stare as the naked girl ran past. No one seemed to be making any move to stop Abbie or yell at her though. That really surprised both teens as they continued their run. They passed a small group of younger kids, both boys and girls, out riding their bikes, who all got shocked expressions on their faces, and then started to giggle, but that was the worst reaction Abbie had gotten so far. They reached the park closest to their houses, the place they normally spent most of their morning jog. Abbie noticed a few more people in the park staring at her, especially the men and boys who seemed to be gawking, but again, no one made any comments or complaints. So, she decided to try keeping her mind off her nudity and just focus on her running. They came to a place where the path went through some thick trees on both sides, so Abbie felt she could relax a little. The path narrowed and Blake let her run-in front of him, and continued running behind her even when the path opened back up. He was enjoying getting to look at the naked girls bare ass too much to catch up. Abbie eventually slowed down to run beside him again, not realizing the reason Blake had stayed behind her. Blake gave her a quick smile, then looked down at her breasts bouncing, before quickly focusing back on the path. Abbie smiled to herself about that this time. Abbie thought she would make it through the whole run without facing any major problems, but as they rounded a corner, two other girls were out for their own jog that day. Abbie recognized one of the girls from her track team as they got closer, 13 year old Lauren. Abbie decided she would just try running past and ignoring them, but when they got close, Lauren made sure to get in her way, forcing her to stop. Well. If it isnt Abbie Larson. What the hell are you doing out here like this? the blonde girl asked, laughing really hard. Yeah. Cant get the boys to like you any other way? The older red headed girl with her asked. Abbie looked at the ground in shame. Not that you got much to show anyway. She started laughing as well. Whats it to you!? Who the hell are you anyway!? Blake said, trying to stick up for Abbie. Im Susana, Laurens older sister. I know just how Abbie has been treating my younger sister this year as part of the track team. She likes to pretend all the younger girls on the team are her little slaves. Well, thats not going to fly if you get to be on my team next year, honey. Hey! Maybe I'll make it so you have to run just like this next year. Blake was feeling conflicted again. He really liked Abbie, but knew she could be a bitch sometimes to the younger teammates, but he still wanted to stick up for his friend. Well, Abbie is the bravest person I know. I bet neither of you could go jogging completely naked like this. Oh, you wish Blake. Lauren said, and turned to her sister. Come on, lets get back home. No ones going to believe me when I tell them I saw Abbie in the park completely naked. and the two girls ran past them, laughing their heads off. Dont let them bother you. Blake said, but Abbie was already crying. Hey, come on. he said, grabbing her in a hug. Its just... Every time I think Im starting to get used to this, something like this has to happen to humiliate me again. she said, crying into his shoulder. I dont know what to do. He pulled back a little, so he could look into her eyes. Abbie, youre the baddest bitch I know. She gave him a hurt look. Sorry. I mean that in a good way. Youre the toughest person Ive ever met. You dont put up with any shit from anyone. Youre capable of anything when you really want it. So, what do you think I should do? Focus on getting my clothes back? I dont know. Probably not. Your mom seems pretty committed to this, from what I saw, and she's pretty much as stubborn as you. I think you should really focus on not letting this bother you so much. You know, if it doesn't bother you, they can't really make fun of you for it. Right? I can try to help you, if you want? Youd really do that for me? Yeah, of course, Abbie. Youre my friend. He noticed the way she seemed to be blushing as he held her in his arms. I should probably be honest with you though. I do really like seeing you naked, so Im probably not unbiased here. She smiled and laughed at that. Well, if it was just you seeing me like this, it probably wouldnt be so bad. Wanna come over to my house for a while? Get away from your brother for a bit? Sure. So, they ran back out of the park, and through the neighborhood over to Blakes house. Abbie got a few more glares and stares on the way, but that part was mostly not bothering her anymore, since she didnt really know the people who saw her. They came to the entrance to Blakes backyard in the alleyway, but Blake took her around in between two of the garages first instead. What are we doing back here? Abbie asked. Well, I noticed you were a little, uh... He looked at the obviously aroused pussy of the naked girl. Oh. Abbie said, blushing a little that he had noticed again. Would you like me to...? Yeah. Thanks. she smiled at him, so he came over and she leaned against the garage wall and opened her legs for him. He started playing with her wet pussy again. She grabbed his other hand and brought it up to one of her nipples for him to fondle and then started playing with the other. It didnt take Abbie long to cum, she was starting to realize, whether she liked it or not, this public nudity thing was a real turn on for her. She noticed the bulge in his shorts. Want me to help you? she offered, partly because he had been so nice to her, when everyone else seemed to be acting so mean, and partly because she really liked him and was curious what he had. Oh, sure. He said, a little surprised. You sure? Yeah. she gave him a big smile and reached over and pulled his shorts and jock down in one go. Her eyes got big as saucers while staring at his hard penis. Abbie? He said, when Abbie just kept staring at him. Abbie blinked a couple times and came out of her trance, then smiled at him before grabbing his hard cock and started to jerk him off. Abbie wasnt completely sure about what she was doing, but she had seen porn videos on the internet, so kind of knew what to do. For Blake, it was the best thing to ever happen in his life. It didnt take him long to cum either. He had been checking out this naked girl all morning. He shot over and over again all over Abbies chest and stomach. "OH GOD! ABBIE! YOU'RE THE BEST!" he screamed out, then started to catch his breath. After settling down and fixing his shorts, he said Ill, uh, get you something to clean off with before you come inside. and went into the garage. He came back out after a minute with some paper towels. Thanks. Abbie said, grabbing a couple sheets to clean his cum off first, then a couple more to clean her own wetness from her pussy and thighs. That look good? she asked him when done. He looked her over and said You look amazing. She giggled a little and said Alright. Can we go inside? Im really thirsty. Blake nodded and led the way. Hey Blake. His sister, Lilly, greeted him when he entered through the back door into the kitchen. Then she spotted Abbie following him, and did a double take. Whats going on!? Hey Lilly. Abbies mom made a rule, girls have to be naked. Abbies pretty much naked all the time now. Her brother explained. Please be nice to her. he added. Oh, uh, thats cool. the blonde girl said, trying to be nice like her brother asked. Whats that like? she couldnt keep her curiosity to herself though. Well... Alright, I guess. Abbie said, trying to follow Blakes advice about not letting it bother her, but it was difficult with another person she knew looking at her naked body. I bet youre really enjoying it. Huh Blake? His sister couldnt keep her smile from her face completely. Well, I dont hate it. Blake answered, smiling a little to himself as he pulled a couple water bottles from the fridge. Oh good, youre finally back. Blakes mom said, coming into the kitchen herself. She looked over the naked girl, but said nothing about it. Yeah, Abbie was a little delayed this morning mom. We just finished our run. He said, handing one of the water bottles to the naked girl, trying to go along with Adams plan of not making a big deal out of it. Arent you going to ask why Abbie is naked, mom? Lilly asked, feeling like she was the only one who hadnt taken crazy pills. Oh, I already know. Mrs. Larson called earlier to invite our whole family over for dinner tonight, and explained the rules to me. Its uh... a very interesting philosophy. How are you handling it, Abbie? Alright, Mrs. Moss. Still getting used to it, I guess. Abbie answered the womans question, still trying to put up a brave front. So, are we going over for dinner then? Blake asked his mother. Yeah, I think so. I just need to let your father know. Blake made sure to keep the grin from his face. You know mom. The rule applies to all the girls there. Heather and Lilly would have to be naked too. I know, Blake. Well, its just that, I wouldnt want Heather and Lilly feeling overwhelmed about it is all. Dont you think it would be better if they had a chance to practice now before they had to do it at someone else's house? Hmm. His mother considered what her son was saying was probably true, and felt a little proud of her son for looking out for his sisters like that. A little surprised too. Alright. Lilly, go upstairs and get undressed and let your sister know she should as well. Then both of you come down and spend some time in the living room with all of us so you can practice. Lilly looked at her mother a little wide eyed, but she was a little excited to get the chance to go naked like Abbie, so didnt say anything and ran off quickly. Abbie, would you stay for a little while and give my daughters some support in this, since youre more used to it? Uh, sure Mrs. Moss. The naked girl answered, so the woman left the room to wait for her daughters in the living room. Well, at least I dont have to be the only one naked anymore. Abbie said, when the woman was gone. You dont mind, do you? Its just if were going to your house... you know. Yeah, I get it. Just promise me you won't treat your sisters like Adams been treating me. I definitely won't be like that to Lilly, but Heather can be a real pain sometimes. I know. Just be fair. Alright. I promise. You want a snack or something? Sure. Blake grabbed a couple string cheeses out of the fridge and gave one to Abbie, and the two went out to the living room. Heather was already there arguing with her mother. This is ridiculous! Im not going naked! You cant make me! Im 16 years old! she looked over at her brother, and then the naked girl, getting worried that would soon be her fate. You will be young lady! Youre already grounded for your behavior last night, staying out past your curfew, and are on very thin ice! Her younger daughter came down the stairs, having finished getting undressed, and fidgeted a little as her brother looked her over. Heather got really worried to see her younger sister was now naked too. See, Lilly is not making a big deal out of this, and Abbie is here to support you, so just get undressed. Mom, please? The 16 year old blonde girl begged. Do it now Heather, or Ill have Blake undress you. Heather definitely didnt want her brother anywhere near her naked body, so started to get undressed right there. She was wearing a low cut top, which she quickly pulled over her head. Then undid her belt holding her jeans up, and struggled to push the tight material down her legs, but got them off after a bit. That left her in just her matching pair of black bra and panties. She looked around at anyone for any reprieve from having to remove the rest, but no one came to her rescue, so she undid her bra and covered her nipples with her arm. Then she lowered her panties with her other hand. She had quite a bit of dark pubic hair that covered her pubic region, but used her hand to cover as well when she dropped her underwear in the pile of her other clothes. Go put your clothes away in your room, and come back down here. Her mother said when the girl was done getting undressed. Heather grabbed her clothes and quickly ran off. Blake, if shes not back down here in two minutes, go get her. Sure, mom. Her son answered. Blake didnt have to do anything, as Heather was back down in just a minute, still covering herself with her arms and hands. Stop that Heather. You look ridiculous. Youre not going to be able to eat like that when we go to their house. Abbie and your sister arent covering up like that. Heather reluctantly dropped her arms, not wanting to get in any more trouble with her mother. Everyone in the room was able to get a good look at her modestly sized breasts, a bit bigger than Abbies, with brownish colored nipples poking out. In contrast, her sister had breasts just about as big as hers, but with lighter pink nipples on the ends, and her bush was almost nonexistent, with her natural blonde hair. Blake couldnt help enjoying his older sisters misery as she squirmed around under his gaze. He made sure to keep any smile or gloating looks from his face, however, with his mother watching. He couldnt keep his eyes from darting from one naked sister to the other, however. Ok, you can sit down now, Heather. I think youve given your brother enough time to look you over. Her mother said, making the naked girl blush even harder and sit down in one of the open chairs. Blake, Im impressed. I figured you would be making fun of Heather for this, since the two of you never seem to get along. Mom. I can tell Heather is having a really tough time with this, and Id never make fun of her for this. Abbie is one of my best friends, and is going to be naked pretty much all the time now, so I really want to support her. Im really proud of Abbie. Dont you think it would be hypocritical for me to make fun of Heather for something I feel proud about in Abbie? So, no, I won't make fun of her for this. In fact, Heather, Im really proud of you too. And you too, Lilly. Heather didnt know what to say, but Lilly smiled and nodded at her brother. Hmm. I didnt consider that. His mother said, feeling great pride in her son. Abbie, Im glad you and my son are so close. Youre a really good influence on him. Thanks maam. Abbie said, feeling a little pride in this nudity thing for the first time. Please Abbie, you can call me Rachel. Well... I better not. My mom would think thats impolite. Abbie explained. Alright. Whatever youre comfortable with, dear. They spent the rest of the afternoon having a pleasant conversation. Blake made sure to be as polite and respectful as he possibly could, only really looking at the naked girls. No one brought up the girls nudity again, and their mother was really impressed with how her children seemed to be getting along so much better than usual. Oh, that must be your father. their mother said when she heard the back-door closing. I better go and explain all of this to him. She got up and went into the kitchen quickly before he could come out. Gary, done fixing the lawn mower? she asked her husband. Yeah, its working like a charm now. So, whats for dinner? Well, I need to talk to you about that. Theres something I should explain... So, she explained the invitation by Mrs. Larson, and the new rule over there. She also explained how Abbie was over currently, and how their daughters had been practicing for the last few hours as well. I wish you would have talked to me before doing something so drastic like that... I mean... Any problems with the boy? Im sorry. I just felt like it would be a good experience for the girls, and Blake has been fantastic. Ive never been so proud of him. Here, look at this. The two adults peeked out of the kitchen door into the living room. The three naked girls and one boy were all chatting pleasantly still. They both pulled back, letting the door shut. Wow. I dont think the kids have gotten along that well since Lilly was still in diapers. I know. Maybe Susan is on to something here. Well... I dont know... Let's see how dinner goes tonight. Alright? Alright dear. but in her mind she had already made her decision about the new rule.

Trisha's Terrible Talent Show - continuation Post by Debbifan Part One Trisha was on cloud nine. All four nervous girls had turned up and had been led into her house. She had set up the back garden just ready for the event. The decking made a great makeshift catwalk and currently there was three boys and four girls from the street sat on garden chairs facing the stage. The four girls were now surrounded by Trisha and five members of her gang. No one had said anything since arriving, too scared of what might be about to happen to them. “Welcome girls!” Trisha announced loudly making a couple of the girls jump. “Now no interrupting me or you’ll be punished!" She laughed cracking her knuckles. The four girls had gathered in close, like a flock of sheep surrounded by wolves. Perfect Trisha thought, as she grinned menacingly at them. “We are going to have a Miss Estate competition. You're each going to have a turn modeling on my cat walk outside in front of the crowd. After that we’re going to have a talent round before the voting to decide the loser. By the way you’ll each be doing that in your underwear!" she announced laughing. She held up a hand as the girls looked about to interrupt in their shock. “Whoever is voted the loser by the crowd and us will have to do another round of modeling and talent, but this time totally naked” Her eyes were wild now. “If any of you go against me now, I’ll not only share your naked photos and videos with everyone at school but... We’ll also strip you naked right here anyway and have some fun with you” She let her words sink in, they all knew her reputation and had heard rumors about what had happened to that poor naked girl in the park. They were surrounded by some of the toughest girls on the block and couldn't see much of a way out of it. “So who’s first!” Trisha laughed with glee. ***** The four girls looked at each other in horror. They had spent most of their school life steering well clear of Trisha and her crew of bullies and their strategy had been totally successful thus far. Now they were suddenly pitched into their worst nightmare. They had known that whatever was in store for them today was going to be nothing good but Trisha's announcement had confirmed all their fears and for one unlucky member of the gang, it seemed as if it was going to be far more than their worst fears. I suppose at this point we should really become acquainted with our four hapless victims. The de facto leader of the gang was Rose. Well she was blonde and blondes are natural leaders, right ? And her sense of entitlement was all the greater since she had sprouted impressive tits before any of the others and because her parents were both successful lawyers and members of the local Tory council. Then there was Debbi. Pretty, pert and petite. Brunette, an enticing mix of English mother and Italian father, she inherited the best aspects of both parents. Her parents ran an upmarket Italian restaurant, no common or garden pizza joint. That gave Debbi a special connection with the third member of the tight knit group Tiffany, who was also of mixed parentage and whose parents also ran a restaurant. Tiffany was the product of a Chinese mother and Italian father, which softened her Asian features in a particularly attractive way. The final member of the quartet was something of the odd one out. Emma. Her parents had nothing much to distinguish them. She lived closest to the scruffy estate terrorized by Trisha and her gang. And she remained frustratingly flat chested while her friends started to emerge into young womanhood. Her membership of the group was really a hangover from primary school days when such differences were less apparent. The other three had kept her on, though had taken to calling her Mouse in a mixture of affection and condescension. Nobody would call Emma ugly but it was clear that she was outshone by the others. Whatever, all four were currently stuck in the same boat. "Don't stand there gawping" Trisha demanded. "Get your clothes off and give them to the girls here, they'll put them somewhere safe so you don't have to worry" she laughed maliciously. Her five cronies stood by expectantly. The whole menacing situation was designed to keep the four girls off guard, giving them no time to come up with any strategy. They all began to reluctantly get undressed while Trisha went out to address the audience. The four girls and three boys from the estate had already been primed by Trisha before the girls arrival and so had some idea what to expect. Her speech now was primarily for the benefit of the victims who could not help but overhear as they cowered in the kitchen. "OK. listen up you lot" Trisha began. "As you know, we are having a Miss Estate competition. We have four snooty bitches desperate to be elected. They are going to parade for you in their underwear and then stay like that for a talent contest after which you lot get to vote." Cheers from the boys, laughter from the girls. They knew Trisha could always be relied upon to put on a good show. "Now I know none of you chavs will ever have been to a theatre" Trisha continued. " I have" one of the boys piped up. "Yeah, well, anyway. In theatres they always announce that any filming or taking of photographs is expressly forbidden" she carried on. "Boo" piped up the same boy, chancing his luck. Trisha held up her hands for quiet. "But we ain't in no theatre, so you can take as many photos as you like !" This was greeted by more cheering from all but the four girls listening from the kitchen. "But no posting online or you'll answer to me and you know what that means" Trisha warned. "So, let's get this show on the road. Who's first ?" asked Trisha again. Rose had decided that she ought to show a lead and get it over with and she was first to emerge from the kitchen. This appearance was greeted by wolf whistles but Trisha was initially disappointed at the comparative lack of flesh on show. Rose was wearing a one piece cream color silk camisole. What kind of teen wears something like that thought Trisha ? But then she realized a snobby teen like Rose would, following the lead of her stuck up mother. And on second thoughts, Trisha saw that it did afford some possibilities. "Ah, we have the lovely Rose" Trisha began. She was compering the proceedings. "And what pray is that garment ?" she enquired archly. "It's a camisole" replied Rose. "Oh, a camisole" mimicked Trisha. "How very posh. How la-di-da." Her cronies and the estate kids laughed dutifully. "So, tell me Rose. Why do you want to be Miss Estate ?" asked Trisha. This threw Rose. She didn't want to be Miss Estate. What the hell was Miss Estate anyway and who on earth would want to be it ? But in the end she could not stop herself and she revealed her true thoughts. " I want to prove that I am so much better than the bunch of thickos and losers that live around here" she blurted out. Unsurprisingly, this elicited loud boos from the assembled boys and girls of the estate. Rose looked alarmed. Had she miscalculated. Trisha moved closer. "Well, that's an honest answer at least, though not an altogether popular one" she conceded. "How does this camisole work anyway ?" Trisha asked rhetorically, stressing the word camisole and reaching out to pull the neckline forward. "No" cried Rose in further alarm as Trisha peered down at her breasts. "Well, those are real I see" she laughed, as she let the top fall back into place. "I have to admit that I'm not used to a camisole" Trisha stressed the word again "but I'm pretty sure that it's still possible to make a wedgie." And with that she reached behind Rose and tugged upwards viciously ! Rose squealed in discomfort as her buttocks were bared and worse still, the loose fitting leg holes gaped dangerously at the front and threatened to give glimpses of her shaven pussy. "Now, parade up and down the catwalk for the folks here and don't you dare try to pick that wedgie out of your ass" demanded Trisha. Rose obediently began to parade for the estate kids who mocked mercilessly. "Right to the end. Stop. Do a twirl. Once more." Trisha barked out instructions. "Stand over there and wait while the others have their turn." Trisha indicated the side of the stage in clear view. Rose's decision to go first was not looking such a good one. "Next" yelled Trisha. If the other three had been worried before, their anxiety had risen several notches having just witnessed the humiliation of their leader. "So, it's the delightful Debbi" Trisha informed her audience, as the pretty brunette emerged from the kitchen wearing a tight white crop top and the briefest of yellow knickers that could have been a size too small for her. One of Trisha's cronies accompanied Debbi nervously. "Trish, we weren't sure if that top qualified as underwear. We wondered if she should come out topless ?" Trisha grinned. She had seen that Debbi only had this crop top under her dungarees when she arrived. In truth, Debbi hated bras and never wore one except for school and sports. Her perky and firm tits enabled her to get away with it. They had been having this debate in the kitchen amongst Trisha's crew and to Debbi's relief, Trisha resisted the temptation. "No" she decided. "Titties only come out when we have our loser." She studied Debbi's top. "Anyway, we can all see those pokies sticking out as it is" she chuckled. And it was true, Debbi's nipples could be discerned through the material, not to mention a camel toe in those tight yellow knickers ! "OK Debbi. What we all want to know is, why do you want to be Miss Estate ?" Debbi had heard the impossible question posed earlier to Rose and had tried to think of a reply. "My parents always told me that I should strive to do my best in whatever I'm involved with" she replied. Trisha pounced. "Sounds a bit goody goody to me. What do you think guys ?" she addressed her crowd, who agreed. "Do you always do what your parents tell you Debbi ? Have you never done anything naughty ? Apart from skinny dipping of course" she added with a sneer. Debbi wracked her brain. In truth skinny dipping with the girls was her one rebellion. "Well, I once got on the train without a ticket because the office was shut and the machine broken. I wanted to pay on the train but the man didn't come around before my station, so I travelled without paying." She blushed at the memory. Trisha threw up her arms in mock outrage. "That is so bad. That is bordering on evil ! Watch out guys, we've got a wild one here" she joked with the estate kids, whose main leisure activities were shoplifting and criminal damage ! "Off you go then, do your little turn." Debbi somehow managed to get her legs working as she obeyed Trisha's harsh commands to walk, pose, turn and so on. All the while enduring the jeers and laughter. "Right, go and stand with the other one" Trisha commanded harshly. "Next." This is more like it thought Trisha, as Tiffany's appearance was greeted by more whistles and stamping. The part Chinese girl was the only one of the four who was wearing a thong today, a fetching pink one. She also had a lacy black bra. "Not wearing a matching set then I see" said Trisha, pouncing on the discrepancy. "Still, I'm sure the boys will like the thong, give them a little twirl now" she insisted. Tiffany reluctantly showed her virtually bare bum to the audience, to more crude comments. "You know by now what I'm going to ask Tiffany. Why do you want to be Miss Estate ?" Tiffany had also used her time to think. "I'm competitive. I've been in piano playing competitions and I play to win" she answered. It was true that her Chinese mum was one of those Tiger Mothers who drove their offspring forward relentlessly. Trisha was for once stumped for a comeback and so contented herself with making Tiffany parade along the catwalk twice as long as the others before joining the other two at the side. "Oh, and stand facing the wall, let the boys see your bum." It was time for the final member of the quartet to make her entrance. Poor Emma. She wore a matching plain white bra and pants set. Sensible underwear one could call it, though it still displayed an uncomfortable amount of flesh as far as Emma was concerned. She was finally developing something of a womanly curve to her ass but her breasts remained resolutely flat. It was painfully clear that the bra was not hiding much more than her nipples. Instead of the expected question Trisha began with "Why do they call you Mouse ?" Emma stumbled. "Er, um..." Trisha interrupted. "Is it because you're small and pathetic ?" she said cruelly. Emma blushed. "No, er, it's just a nickname" she countered, looking around at her three friends desperately. "Well, I think it's because you're small and pathetic" Trisha decided. "Say it, say 'I'm small and pathetic'" Emma whispered. "I'm small and pathetic." Unfortunately for Emma, Trisha was on a roll. "Louder" she cried. "I'm small and pathetic" Emma forced herself to say it so that all could hear. "Yet you still want to be Miss Estate ? Tell me Mouse, why do you want to be Miss Estate ?" Emma was the only one who answered truthfully. "Because I don't want to have to be up here naked !" Trisha laughed. "You don't want to be naked ? Like the day you were born ? In your birthday suit ? Totally nude ?" She dragged out the word 'nude'. "Oh well, we'll see about that won't we ? Anyway, off you go on your little walk. Nothing's decided until after the talent show !" Part Two "Go back in the kitchen for a second ladies while we set up" cried Trisha. The four apprehensive friends obediently did so. Trisha followed them in. "I'm afraid we don't run to a piano here Tiffany so you will not be able to show your competitive streak in that way" she said sarcastically. "In fact, since you didn't know there was going to be a talent contest and won't have prepared anything, we've done all the hard work for you. You're all going to be rap stars" she announced. The perplexed girls just looked at each other. "You may think we are all hopeless chavs but while you were parading about outside, Deacon here was writing a nice little poem for each of you to recite." Trisha indicated a black youth who had come to stand in the doorway. "Deacon's a poet" she exaggerated "And he also has a little karaoke screen we're setting up. All you have to do is read your lines and show us your best moves !" The girls remained speechless. "Don't worry, you'll all run through it twice so you'll know the words by the second time and can concentrate on your dance in the instrumental break" Trisha laughed. Trisha left them to go and explain the upcoming entertainment to the audience. Deacon explained a little more to the girls. "There's a minute or so of intro before your words start scrolling, so you can start to move and get the tempo and rhythm of the song and work out where to look on the screen" he said helpfully. The same order was retained and so it was Rose who first emerged into the sunlight to mocking applause. A heavy bass beat commenced with a simple synth underlay. Rose began to move her hips awkwardly as she gained her bearings and zeroed in on the screen. "Here, you'll need this" barked Trisha, handing Rose a cordless mic just in time as the words began to scroll. Rose began to intone automatically. 'Hi there folks, my name is Rose Dancin' for you all without any clothes Well, that's not exactly so Because I have my camisole ! Miss Estate's what I wanna be, so ev-er-y-body vote for me Don't wanna lose so I'm shakin' my titties Makin' sure you don't get to see my kitty Don't wanna hear no laughs, don't wanna hear no snickers Even though I'm prancin' a-round in my knickers ! Can't you see I'm better than you ? No I am, really, I am, it's true So what if I'm stripped to my underwear At least I'm not a chav and I don't care. Hi there folks, my name is Rose Dancin' for you all without any clothes Well, that's not exactly so Because I have my camisole !' Rose was mortified at her lyrics. The words had stopped scrolling but the beat pounded on. "Come on, shake it, let's see some moves" yelled Trisha. Rose knew the 'poem' would scroll through one more time for her to repeat. She had never felt so humiliated, her usual calm and arrogance deeply disturbed. Once again, having finished, she had to go and stand by the side of the stage while the other three performed. The backing music and the middle two verses were the same for all four. Deacon had only had time to customize the initial verse that would be repeated at the end. Next up was Debbi. Never a natural mover, she tried to insert some enthusiasm into her choreography but the result was more comical than sexy, much to Trisha's amusement as those tight yellow knickers started to disappear into Debbi's ass crack. 'Look at me, my name's Deb-ee Dancin' in my knickers for the world to see Ev-er-y-body's lookin' at me Look at me, my name's Deb-ee' And so on with the same verses as Rose. Debbi's moves became ever more manic and desperate before her second reprise, after which she could thankfully go and join Rose by the side of the stage. Tiffany had the advantage of seeing how the others had fared and how the thing worked. Piano or no piano, her competitive streak served her well and she bounded on stage in a much more natural and relaxed state. Aided by her lingerie, she was also the most overtly sexy. 'I'm Tiff-a-ny, do you think it's wrong That I'm dancin' for you all in just a thong ? Baring my bum for you all to see I'm a pianist by the name of Tiff-a-ny !' OK, it couldn't be said that she was enjoying herself but Tiffany was giving it her best shot, acting out the second and third verses and interacting with the audience with gestures and eye contact. If Tiffany had benefitted from going third, there was no advantage to Emma in being last. What little confidence she did have was draining out of her. She stepped out onto the catwalk like a condemned prisoner and froze like a deer in the headlights. Mouse barely moved to the pounding rhythm but somehow forced herself to begin reciting as the words scrolled. 'Look at who's crept into the house Timid and quiet, it's little mouse My bum's not bad but if I turn to the front The boys'll be looking right at my.....' Emma stopped and fled to her friends at the side of the stage. "I can't say that, I just can't" she cried. Trisha strode over. "What's the big problem ?" Emma was tearful. "It's not fair. I can't say that. None of the others had anything like that to say" she complained. The incessant beat continued to blare out and the lyrics scrolled pointlessly. "Ah, what's the matter ? Does ickle, wickle baby not like bad words ?" Trisha taunted. Her tone changed. "Get back out there and finish up" she ordered. "No, I'm finished, I just can't" said Emma. "OK, if that's how it is. But there may be consequences" Trisha concluded ominously. "Well folks" she began to address the crowd. "It seems like the final contestant has ended prematurely. I'll give you a few minutes to collect your thoughts and then we'll move to the all important verdict !" The other three friends clustered around Emma. Sure, there was some concern but beneath that, the main feeling was of relief. There seemed little doubt now about who the loser was going to be. "We're here for you Mouse" said Debbi, in a way that was meant to sound supportive but came out as sounding patronizing. Tiffany rolled her eyes. Emma had just gone numb. "Right, so here's the deal" Trisha began. "We're going to go on the level of applause. As you know now, the loser is going to do another catwalk parade for you and perform another rap but this time they'll do it in the nude" There was raucous approval from the boys and catcalls and laughter from the girls. "That's right, bare ass naked" Trisha emphasized. "OK, so each of you step forward when I call your name" she told the four girls. "First up, we have Rose" Rose came to the front of the stage. "Let's have your verdict" Trisha called. There was a smattering of decidedly lukewarm applause. Rose looked worried. She realized that she had rubbed this crowd up the wrong way with her open contempt for them. "Tiffany come forward please" said Trisha. "And the verdict." The backyard erupted in a cacophony of stamps and whistles. The effort she had put in had been rewarded. Temporarily forgetting the embarrassment of parading in front of them in her skivvies, she blew kisses at the crowd and scampered happily back to join the others. "I think now we'll have little Mouse, though I'm not sure how much of a performance you have to judge" Trisha laughed. If Mouse had come out like a woman condemned earlier, this time she seemed totally defeated. "And the verdict" intoned Trisha. There was the most desultory of slow handclaps that soon petered out altogether. Rose breathed a sigh of relief. Her applause hadn't been great but it was a standing ovation compared to the reception Emma had received. Emma held her face in her hands. "Oh dear, that doesn't look good does it my little rodent friend" whispered Trisha in her ear mercilessly. "Oh, I almost forgot. Might as well do it properly. We haven't done Debbi." Trisha motioned Debbi forward. "Here for you babes" said Debbi to Emma as they passed. "And can we have the verdict for Debbi" called Trisha. Total silence. Complete and utter silence. The smile froze on Debbi's face. Emma looked confused. Was this a reprieve ? Rose was astonished. Tiffany began to laugh. "Well, that's a turn up" said a smirking Trisha. "Looks like those perky tits of yours are going to get an airing after all Debbi. And all the rest of course" she added. Debbi was dumbfounded. "Here for you babes" called Tiffany. Part Three The four girls had been herded back into the kitchen while more preparations took place outside. They could still hear the hum of the excited estate kids who were eagerly anticipating the climax of the entertainment. Debbi had been stunned by the unexpected turn of events but was now snapping out of it. "This can't be right, there's a mistake. I didn't lose, something's wrong. Mouse was hopeless, she didn't even finish" she protested angrily. Emma flinched but Tiffany put a supportive arm around her. "So what are you saying exactly ?" Tiffany demanded. "You're saying that you want Mouse to take the flak for you and go out there naked and parade in front of those plebs ? Is that what you want ?" This time Debbi flinched. "No, er, no, well, um, yeah, kinda" she admitted. "That's not very nice is it ? Not very friendly, not very caring" Tiffany stormed. Trisha watched in contentment as the solidarity of the four girls collapsed. "No, well, OK, then let's just none of us do it. None of you take my place and I just refuse ?" Debbi suggested. "Well, that's always an option" Trisha interrupted. She took out her phone. "It simply means that I begin sending these around to all your contacts. To everyone at school" she added, flashing one of the incriminating photos at the four girls. "Plus of course we have a lot more material from today that clearly identifies you all and shows you willingly showing off your pretty undies" she laughed. She made as if to begin clicking messages on her phone. "No, stop. No way" Rose screamed. "Debbi gets naked, we all agree don't we Tiff ?" "Absolutely" agreed Tiffany decisively. "Mouse ?" asked Rose. "Um, yeah, I guess" replied Emma timidly, not looking Debbi in the eye. "Good, I'm glad you all see sense" said Trisha. "You three go with my girls" she gestured to three of her cronies. "They'll show you where your clothes are and you can get dressed." She turned to Debbi. "You, take your top and knickers off and give them to my other girls, they'll keep them safe." "No wait, I didn't lose..." Debbi began but Trisha was now keeping things moving along at pace and the other three had already scuttled off to get fully clothed once more. Of course the whole thing had been pre-planned. Trisha had pondered which of the four girls to make the sacrificial lamb. Emma was the obvious weak link and the natural victim. But that would have been too easy. Trisha had been there and done that with similar girls. She had thought of going to the other end of the scale and really taking down the group's leader, Rose. But she then saw that maybe long term, Rose was the kind of person that could be a useful ally to her. So it became a toss up between Tiffany and Debbi and Debbi had literally lost the toss of that coin. The kids from the estate had been instructed about how their applause was to go even before the four girls arrived earlier. Ten minutes later and the atmosphere outside in front of the makeshift stage was now electric with anticipation. The audience of three estate boys and four girls, plus Trisha's entourage and Deacon the poet, was now swollen by the presence of Rose, Tiffany and Emma. Rose and Tiffany had regained their poise now they were back in their stylish clothes. Even Mouse looked much less nervous and vulnerable in her comfortable t-shirt and jeans. The three had been greeted by the rest of the audience like co-conspirators. They had managed to put their own embarrassing ordeals to the back of their minds. Hell, Rose and Tiffany were now looking forward to seeing their friend made a fool of and totally humiliated. There but for the Grace of God and all that. Schadenfreude ! Trisha called for quiet. "OK folks, we are all ready now for the moment you've all been waiting for. The unveiling, and I do mean the total, complete and utter unveiling, of our pathetic loser for the day. In her birthday suit, without a single stitch of clothing to her name, full frontal nude and bare ass naked, I give you Debbi !" The kitchen door burst open and Debbi was shoved out blinking into the sunlight. The audience reaction was ecstatic as the pretty brunette stood there in a daze with one arm held across her chest and the other hand clamped to her pussy, bending over in the classic pose ! Trisha had done it. Debbi really was totally naked. Part Four Debbi continued to stay huddled over while the boys in the audience craned their necks to try to get a glimpse of the bare bum that she was not able to cover. Trisha left her to stew for thirty seconds before intervening. "That's no good Debbi. No covering. Stand up straight, hands by your sides" she commanded. Debbi didn't move. "I said stand up straight with no covering or these get posted" Trisha yelled. "Come on Deb, show us the goods" Tiffany called from the audience. Debbi slowly straightened up and dropped her arms. Catcalls and whistles from the crowd. "That's better" Trisha conceded. "Better yet, put your hands on your head." Debbi reluctantly complied. The boys took in the sight of her small but perky breasts, topped off by her brown button nipples that were now standing out on stalks ! Debbi was sporting a full bush, though she had trimmed it. With the Italian half of her ancestry it would be gross if allowed to grow wild. "So, I think this outdoes travelling on the train without paying in the naughtiness stakes, don't you guys ?" Trisha began. The audience laughed. "Tell me Debbi, how does it feel to have all these rough kids from the estate looking at you and you aren't wearing any clothes at all ? Nothing, not a single stitch. Totally bare." Trisha was in her element. This was just as good as she had imagined it would be. Debbi didn't answer Trisha's possibly rhetorical question, so her tormentor continued. "Well, I think they're all certainly enjoying the show. Look at them. Go on, make eye contact." Trisha had noted that this was something Debbi was studiously avoiding doing but now the pretty brunette had to force herself to do so. All those stupid kids she looked down on. And those big grins on the faces of Rose and Tiffany. Even Emma had the hint of a smile. Trisha had rightly surmised that having her three friends back fully clothed and normal would only increase and emphasize Debbi's own level of exposure. The neighborhood terror recognized that look in the eyes of Rose and Tiffany. It was the same look as her own; that of a hunter toying with its' prey. Trisha picked out a particularly entranced lad from the audience. "Oi you. Is this the first pussy you've seen in real life ?" The boy flushed slightly but admitted that it was. "How about that then Debbi ? Yours is the first real life pussy he's seen ! Just imagine now every time he sees you walking in the town he'll know exactly what your tits and pussy look like and he can tell all his friends that he's seen them." Debbi was mortified. "Nothing to say ?" asked Trisha. "In that case, you can start your little promenade up and down the catwalk. They haven't had a proper look at that bum of yours yet." Face blazing, Debbi started her walk along the catwalk to one end. "OK, stop. Give us a pose and a big smile" ordered Trisha. Debbi forced herself to comply, she just wanted this all over with as quickly as possible. "Now turn around, back to the audience." Debbi did so. "Feet apart a little." Debbi complied. "Right, now I want you to bend over and grab your ankles !" Trisha laughed. The audience laughed too. Debbi whimpered and looked across at Trisha imploringly but her bully simply held up the phone again threateningly. Debbi bent at the waist and grabbed hold of her ankles as best she could. "She's winking at me" one of the estate boys laughed. "Blimey Deb" said Tiffany. "That's a bit extreme. I don't reckon you've got any secrets left now at all !" Trisha left her doubled over for a couple of minutes, two of the boys even risking edging forward for a closer look. "OK, back here, it's time for your song" said Trisha finally. "Deacon's already written a new set of lyrics for you and fed them into the machine." The music, such as it was, began to blare again as Trisha handed Debbi the mic. As the lyrics started to scroll, she began following them as best she could. Hi there folks, do ya think it's rude That I'm prancin' around for ya in the nude ? I don't mind, I think it's cute Showing you all my birthday suit I think it's appropriate, think it fits That all the estate boys can see my tits Don't wanna be a prude, don't wanna act wussy That's why I'm showing the world my pussy ! And just to prove I've got real class You can take a picture of my ass Look at me, my name's Deb-ee Dancin' in the nude for the world to see It really is a sight to see A bare ass naked Miss Deb-ee ! "Well, that was a bit crap wasn't it ?" decided Trisha as the first run through finished. "We'll do it again but this time when it says tits, I want you to shake them for us. When it says pussy, you thrust your pelvis out and when it says ass, turn around bend over and give us a twerk !" The crowd was in hysterics by the end of the second performance in which Debbi valiantly tried to obey Trisha's commands. She looked at her friends. Rose and Tiffany were giving themselves high fives that even Emma was now joining in with ! Debbi's only consolation was that it was finished. Trisha began to address the crowd again. "Ok, that's it folks. Or do you want us to do a bit more with Debbi while we have her here with us ?" "More" a small voice piped up from the crowd. It was Mouse ! She looked embarrassed. "Sorry, it just popped out" she apologized. "No, that's fine" said Trisha. "Do we all want more ?" Of course all the estate kids were very enthusiastic for the show to continue. Debbi was horrified at this further turn of events just when she was looking forward to getting out of the spotlight. "There's nothing planned, so what I'm going to do is to ask Debbi's three friends what we should do with her." Trisha knew how to twist the knife. "But it had better be something good, or else" she warned. Rose and Tiffany looked at each other. "Well" said Rose. "She's supposed to be in the nude. But she's not really naked with all that hair down there. I think she should go and shave it off" she suggested. The estate kids laughed. "Excellent idea" agreed Trisha. Debbi began to object. "My mum says its cheap and tarty to shave down there, she doesn't let me." Trisha brushed this aside. "And you've told us you always do what you mother says." She was contemptuous. "You'll just have to make sure she doesn't see you in the shower until it grows back then. My girls will show you the bathroom. You can use my dad's razor, he'll be none the wiser !" Trisha went and sat with Rose, Tiffany and Emma while they waited for Debbi. "Enjoying yourselves ?" she asked. "We are now" Tiffany admitted, her own embarrassments already a distant memory. "She's ready" called one of Trisha's crew from the door. Trisha retook her place on stage. "OK Debbi, out you come." Debbi emerged sheepishly, making no attempt to cover her tits but with both hands clamped over her crotch. "Now you know there's no point in doing that. Show us if you've done a good job" Trisha insisted. Debbi lowered her hands. Her pussy was now as bare and smooth as a baby's bottom. "Much better. Much cleaner" Trisha approved. She turned to the estate lad she had addressed earlier. "Now you can say you've seen your first real life shaved pussy !" "What's that sticking out ?" the boy asked. Trisha peered more closely. "That's her clit" she laughed. "What's that ?" asked the boy. "Her clitoris. Look it up on Wikipedia. It means she's excited that you're looking at it" Trisha laughed. "In fact, she seems so excited, it's probably time she cooled off a little." Before Debbi knew what was happening, one of Trisha's cronies had rushed out from the kitchen and thrown a bucket of freezing cold water all over her ! Debbi screeched while the audience loved the slapstick climax. Immediately a second girl emerged and succeeded in tipping the contents of another bucket fully over Debbi's head. The audience laughed at Debbi's frantic gyrations and futile attempts to get dry. "OK, it really is getting late so that's got to be it I'm afraid" Trisha announced, to good natured booing. "Who knows, maybe we can get Debbi here back another time" she promised in a placatory gesture. The crowd began to slowly drift away. "My clothes where are my clothes ? A towel at least ?" Debbi asked. "Before all that, can I ask you a favor Trisha ?" said Rose who had come up to the stage with the other two friends. "Can you take a group photo of the four of us ?" I like your style girl, thought Trisha. The three friends, fully clothed and immaculate, crowded around the bedraggled and totally naked Debbi, pushing her to the front. "Big smile Debbi. Peace signs" ordered Trisha. The End ?

Tomboy by GinaB33 Copyright© 2019 by GinaB33 I’d just finished the seventh grade when a new family moved in next door. They had a daughter my age, and we became fast friends. Julie was different than any girl I’d ever met. She liked doing boy things. She could climb trees, wrestle, dig for worms and fish as well as any boy. She helped me clean the fish we caught without batting an eye. I loved hanging out with her. She was always happy and bubbly, and we loved pulling elaborate pranks on each other. When school started, we were in almost all the same classes, and we hung out between classes as well. We rode our bikes to school together every morning and home every afternoon. When the weather was right, we’d grab fishing poles and a small tackle box and head out to our favorite fishing hole. By the time school let out for the summer, Julie’s boobs were sprouting and served to remind me she was a girl. I actually got to see them once when we were fishing. She pulled her arms out of her t-shirt, pulled her bra straps down and then spun the garment around until the clasp was in the front. Without hesitation, she unhooked it and tossed it aside. “I hate wearing that stupid thing.” She told me. And then she looked over at me and saw me staring. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “Gezzz, Tommy, you’re such a boy. Here.” And she pulled her t-shirt back up and gave me a long look at her small boobs. When she finally lowered her t-shirt again, she said, “Now, put your eyes back in your head and let’s catch some fish.” Thirty minutes or so later, I needed to pee, so I got up and hurried over to the only large tree in the area. It was probably a hundred yards from the water. When I was finished and returned, she was giggling. “What?” I asked her. She shook her head, “You’re too funny. You could have just turned your back and told me not to look.” There was something familiar about the mischievous grin on her face. I’d seen it many times. “Yeah right! And you’d sneak up on me and start tickling me when I had my dick in my hand and couldn’t fight back.” She laughed until her sides ached. When she could, she said, “I hadn’t thought about that, but now that you mention it, that would be hilarious.” Before we headed home for the day, Julie whipped off her t-shirt and put her bra back on. When she caught me staring again, she walked over to me and put a hand on each of my shoulders. “I have a proposal for you.” “Okay?” She was looking me right in the eyes when she said, “Why do we have to be a boy and a girl? We’re friends. Can’t we just meet in the middle somewhere and be friends without letting the whole boy/girl thing get in the way?” I thought about it for a few seconds before saying, “I don’t know what you mean exactly. What do you want me to do different?” “Well, first you can stop going all bug-eyed when I feel like taking my bra off.” “I ... I’ve never seen that—boobs, I mean.” To her credit, Julie didn’t laugh or tease me. Instead, while still looking me in the eyes, she said, “Maybe next time we come out here, we should go up stream a little bit and go skinny dipping. Hopefully after that, it won’t be a big deal anymore.” “Okay.” I was really nervous the next day while we were riding out to the fishing hole. We’d each taken a towel along with our usual fishing equipment, but we rode right past our usual spot and a short ways upstream. When we arrived, Julie unceremoniously stripped to nothing and jumped into the water. “What are you waiting for?” I was relieved to see her begin swimming. She wasn’t even looking my way. I was naked and in the water in no time flat. She immediately swam over to me and began trying to dunk me. Julie was very strong for a girl, but my upper body had developed nicely. It wasn’t that difficult for me to pin her arms behind her back and dunk her. When she finally yelled “Uncle”, I pushed her away. She giggled, “Do you have a gun in your pocket?” I felt my face and ears grow hot with a blush. Without realizing it, I must have brushed up against her bare flesh with my boner. “No pockets, sorry.” “Well what are you waiting for? Get over here and give me a look. That is why we’re here after all.” When I started toward her, she was making her way to the bank. She sat on it facing me and crooked her finger. “Stand right here in front of me.” I was still standing in the shallow water, so my boner was at eye level to her. She immediately reached out and slid her fingers around it. And then she examined it, tilting it up and down, and from side to side. Her fingers felt so good, I was afraid I might cum. Next, she held my dick out of her way and cupped my balls. They were drawn up tight to my body. “They’re cold, huh?” “Yeah ... the water.” She nodded her head and examined them for another minute or two before saying, “Okay, you can sit down.” When I was seated, Julie stepped up between my legs. “Okay, you’re turn. Take your time and satisfy your curiosity. Just be gentle.” My hands were shaking when I reached out and put them on her boobs. They felt amazing. They were firm and soft at the same time. When I rubbed her elongated nipples, she giggled, “You’re not the only one the cold water affects.” After about ten minutes, she grew impatient, “Okay, that’s enough. Let’s trade places again. Get on your knees.” She said when she was seated with her legs spread out wide.” My face was no more than a foot from her cute pussy when she began showing me her various parts. When she spread her lips open, she asked me, “Can you see how wet it is?” “Yes.” “That’s because doing this is making me horny. My pussy gets wet like that when I’m turned on. So now, I’m going to show you something special.” And she began moving her fingers around in circles around her swollen clit. “Mmmmm” she moaned. I was spellbound when she slid a finger from her other hand into her pussy. Soon after that, she added a second finger. And then she began sliding her fingers in and out. I could hear the sloshing sounds they were making. After a minute or so, her fingers began rubbing her clit directly. She immediately began moaning over and over. At some point, she leaned her head back and began moving it from side to side. “Oh wow! Oh wow! Tommy, I’m gonna ... I’m close ... so close.” And then she let out a loud grunt. I could see her thighs shaking and her tummy was constricting over and over. Finally, she collapsed backward, panting and gasping for air. After a couple of minutes, I said, “Wow!” Julie started giggling, “Oh, you liked watching that, huh?” “Hell yeah. It was awesome.” I told her truthfully. “Good, then it’s your turn. When you’re done, we’ll swim some more.” I was astounded, “You want me to...” She giggled again, “Of course. Don’t get all shy on me now.” I was nervous, but I forced myself to stand up and begin jacking off. In short order, I had to warn her, “I’ll turn to one side so you don’t get it on you.” She laughed, “Don’t you dare. I can wash off.” So, thirty seconds later, I was cumming. Most of it landed on her legs. One shot landed on her tummy. “Whew! I needed that.” I told her when I was finished. She giggled, “I could tell. When I was touching it, it was twitching in my hand. Now let’s wash up and go catch some fish.” While we were getting dressed, Julie caught me looking at her boobs again. She just rolled her eyes and draped her t-shirt over her shoulder, “I guess it’s going to take longer than I thought to get you over your eyes bugging out.” For the rest of the summer, every time we went fishing, Julie remained topless. Even though she never got herself off in front of me again, she told me to jack off anytime I felt the need. Actually, on the occasions I took her up on that, she barely glanced in my direction. By the time school let out next for summer, Julie’s body had changed a lot, her boobs and hips especially. Even though she still dressed more like a boy than a girl, it was impossible for her to hide what she’d grown into. Fortunately for me, I got to see them all the time. Anytime we were at one of our homes alone, she’d take her bra off and stay topless until it was time for our parents to get home. “I hate them.” She’d say over and over. “I wish I could have them cut off.” I teased her, “If you do, please have them stuffed and give them to me so I can feel of them anytime I want.” It was rare for me to get the last word with Julie. She put her hand on my shoulder and said in a matter of fact tone, “Hell, no need to go through all that. You can touch them anytime you want anyway.” “Really?” I perked up. That’s when she started laughing her ass off. “Yeah ... IN YOUR DREAMS!” I jumped on her and wrestled her to the floor. In less than a minute, I had her pinned on the floor on her stomach with her hands behind her back. I was sitting on her butt. “Oh GOD! That hurts so bad. The carpet is scratching the shit out of my nipples. It really, really hurts. Please let me up.” Damn, I didn’t want to hurt her, especially her beautiful boobs, so I stood up and stepped away. The instant she was on her feet, she burst out in laughter while cupping her boobs and bouncing them up and down, “I guess they’re good for something after all.” “Shit!” I said to myself. “She got me again.” Midway through that summer, the door to my bedroom burst open and Julie pounced on me. I was totally covered by a sheet, so I couldn’t fight back. It took me a few minutes to fully wake up. “JD! (Which is what she preferred me to call her), What the hell?” “It’s your birthday, silly boy. Get up and take a shower, then come over to my house. I’ve got your birthday present in my room.” I couldn’t imagine what she was so giddy about, but I did what she wanted. When I got to her bedroom, she was sitting in the chair at her desk reading. When she saw me come in, she showed me that teasing grin of hers, “Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” Alarms were going off in my head. I was on high alert for an impending prank. I was still skeptical when she crawled on the bed, forcing my legs apart. A few seconds later though, she had her hand around my semi hard dick. My eyes shot open when she lowered her head and began licking all around the head. Julie was looking up at me the whole time, even when she took the head of my dick into her mouth. Holy shit! That felt incredible. Soon, my dick was fully hard and she was bobbing her head up and down on it while stroking it with her hand. “Mmmmm” I moaned. She showed me a wink and kept up what she was doing. It only took another minute. I warned her I was close, but she didn’t back off or stop. Seconds later, I started cumming in her mouth. I came and came, but she never backed off. When I was fully drained, she let my dick plop out of her mouth. She seemed to be tasting and evaluating my cum in her mouth. Finally, she showed me a wide grin, “It’s not bad. Now, get out of here and let me finish reading my book.” When I was dressed and ready to leave, Julie told me in a matter of fact tone, “From now on, when you get horny, just let me know.” When I got back to my room, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Julie had just told me. I tried to get my mind onto something else, but it was no use. I held out for almost two hours before I had to call her. When she answered, I asked, “Can I come over?” “Already?” “Yes” She laughed for at least a couple of minutes. “Okay, c’mon over, horny boy.” She was in the kitchen when I entered through the back door. She giggled, “I’m going to get a glass of tea. You go on into the bedroom and get ready.” Obediently, I went to her bedroom, undressed, and lay on her bed. She came in a minute later and giggled again when she saw my dick was already fully hard. “Wow! You weren’t kidding.” As she was crawling up between my legs, she said, “It’s your birthday, so I’ll make an exception, but after today, I’m going to limit this to once a day.” This time, Julie approached her task totally differently. She spent a lot of time licking up and down my shaft and over the head. Also, she was cupping and massaging my balls. “They’re not cold today.” She said with a giggle, noting that my balls were hanging freely. I was enjoying what she was doing, so I didn’t mind her taking her time. I just pulled a second pillow under my head so I could watch her. It must have been over thirty minutes before she put her lips around the head of my dick. Still, she was in no hurry. She just held the head of my dick between her lips and swirled her tongue over and around it. Again, she kept looking up at me the whole time. Now and then, she would show me a grin and wink. At one point, she let it slip from between her lips and grinned up at me, “I like the way it feels in my mouth.” And then she frowned, “Does that mean I’m turning into a fucking girl?” I didn’t know what to say, so I just shook my head. And then a few seconds later, I said, “No, you’re just being a really good friend.” That seemed to please her greatly. She took her mouth off of my dick long enough to blow me a kiss and say, “Thank you for that.” Finally, Julie got more serious. She began sucking me harder and moving her mouth up and down on my dick faster. She gagged a little every time my dick hit the back of her mouth, but that didn’t dissuade her. She kept at it. “Almost there.” I warned her after another ten minutes. Julie redoubled her efforts, and I was soon cumming in her mouth again. She surprised me by saying, “I enjoyed it more that time.” “Oh?” I asked as I was getting dressed. “Yeah, you weren’t so ... needy. I got to take my time and have some fun with it.” When I was dressed and ready to leave, she said in that same nonchalant tone, “Just remember, my birthday is in two weeks.” I stopped in my tracks, “We don’t have to wait.” She giggled, “Yes we do. Now shoo!” “You’re kidding!” She exclaimed into the phone when I called her two hours later. “Nope” After a long pause, she sighed and said, “Okay, but only because it’s your birthday. This is the last one though. My parents will be home in a couple of hours.” This time, Julie played with my hard dick even more than she had the last time. She did keep glancing at the clock though. “Enjoying yourself?” I teased. She showed me a naughty grin and then said, “Unfortunately, yes. I love it.” “Why unfortunately?” “I thought I’d hate it. I was only going to do it because it’s your birthday and I was willing to take one for the team. I didn’t want to enjoy it.” And with that, she put my dick back into her mouth and began sucking me again. “I’m glad you enjoy it. I’m going to enjoy going down on you too.” She stopped long enough to ask, “How the hell would you know that?” “I just know.” I said flatly. When we were sitting side by side at our fishing hole the following day, we hadn’t been talking at all until Julie said, “Just because I like giving you blowjobs doesn’t mean anything, you know. Gay and bisexual guys do it, so they must enjoy it too.” I understood what she meant. To her, feeling like a girl was a fate worse than death. “JD, I don’t think of you as a girl—not even when you’re giving me a blowjob. I think of us as friends who just happen to have different body parts.” She showed me a skeptical look, “What if I was a boy? Would you still want me to give you blowjobs?” “I don’t know.” I answered honestly, “I’ve never thought about it. I guess so, if we were still as good friends as we are now. I’m glad you’re not a boy though.” She giggled and shook her naked tits at me, “You just like my tits.” I was glad to see her mood lighten, “Guilty as charged. I do wish you’d let me play with them sometimes. I’d like to kiss them too.” “You can do that all you want on my birthday.” I’m sure she saw the disappointment on my face. “What?” She asked. “Just that one day?” Julie looked right at me, “Tommy, it scares me a little.” I didn’t understand, “What about it scares you?” She sighed and looked up at the clouds, “Maybe I’ll like it too much.” Her meaning started to soak in on me, “You’re afraid it will make you feel too much like a girl?” “Something like that.” She said while still looking up at the sky. “I talked to my mom about hooking me up with birth control.” “Did she freak out?” She chuckled, “No, not at all. She admitted to being relieved. She thought I was gay. She did ask me if you were pressuring me into having sex.” I was shocked, “I ... I would never.” She sighed loudly, “I know that, but if we start doing ... things, I might not be able to stop.” “So, you’re not afraid of me. You’re afraid of yourself?” “Exactly. These feelings ... they’re all so new to me. I hate them. They make me feel...” “Like a girl? If that’s the problem, it’s a good thing you’ll have a chaperone there to keep you from acting like one.” She turned her head and looked me straight on, “I can trust you to do that?” “Yes, JD, you can. I promise. Now, if I can only get one blowjob a day, I’d like it now please.” Julie rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, “Okay, get your fucking pants off.” We always want what we can’t have. Even though Julie was giving me a blowjob every day, I longed for the time when I could suck and play with her tits and go down on her. I knew I was going to love doing that. Finally, the day came. It was her birthday, and I called her fifteen minutes after my parents left for work. “A little anxious, are you?” She teased me. “Damn right I am. Can I come over or not?” She giggled, “Give me an hour to take a shower and get ready.” That was one of the longest hours of my life. When I got to her bedroom, Julie was naked. She’d always been in control of everything, but it was my turn. I sat on the side of her bed and pulled her in front of me. I spent the next ten minutes playing with her now very nice tits. I licked her nipples, sucked on them, and pulled and pinched her nipples. I got my reward when she moaned and put her hands on the back of my head, pulling my mouth firmly to her tits. Finally, I had her lay down, and I immediately crawled between her legs. She had shaved her pussy totally, and I could see moisture glistening between her lips. I immediately started licking her. I remembered when she was getting herself off in front of me; she didn’t rub her clit directly at first, so I avoided it. I loved the way she tasted, but I always knew I would. I also loved the feel of her most tender flesh on my tongue. I moved my arms under and around her thighs so I could use the fingers on both hands to spread her open. And then I began licking her again. She let out a low moan, “Yes, keep doing that, ummmm.” When she started rolling her head from side to side, I knew she was getting close, so I started licking her clit. I was rewarded with her panting, “Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Right there!” When I stuck two fingers inside her, she began bucking her hips up to meet my mouth. And then she lost it. “UUUUUGGGGGG”, and she pushed my head away. Just like she’d done at the swimming hole, her body began twitching and convulsing. A minute later, she almost shouted, “More! I need more!” So I went back to licking her pussy and clit and moving my fingers in and out of her hole. It only took about five minutes for her to cum again, but this time, instead of pushing my head away, she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth harder to her pussy. Starting then, she began a non stop tirade of “Oh God!” and “Oh Fuck!” and “Yes”. She had both of her hands on my head, smashing my face to her pussy. I had to struggle to breathe, but I never stopped licking her clit and fucking her with my fingers. Finally, she pushed me away, “Stop”, so I moved back and just watched as she shook and convulsed and gasped for air. All I could think was “wow!”. It was at least a couple of minutes before she raised her head and looked at me through squinted eyes, “Water. Will you get me some water?” I immediately jumped off the bed and ran to the kitchen. I returned less than a minute later to find her sitting up, leaning against the headboard with two pillows behind her back. I handed her the bottle of water and grinned down at her. “I guess you’re feeling all proud of yourself, huh?” She teased me. When I didn’t respond, she asked, “Well, did you enjoy it as much as you thought you would?” I shook my head, “No, ten times more.” Julie let out a short laugh, “I’m glad. I really enjoyed it too.” “Does that mean you’ll let me do it again?” She laughed again, “Not right now, but yes. I’ll let you know when.” And then she glanced down and saw the bulge in my jeans, “I guess you’re ready for your daily blowjob now, huh?” “Absolutely!” She rolled her eyes, “Okay, get your jeans off.” After that, Julie and I fell into a routine of sorts. Before going fishing, I’d go over to her house. I’d go down on her until she came a couple of times, and then she’d give me a blowjob. Afterward, we’d usually go fishing. We both knew everything would change when school started, so we carried a blanket to our fishing hole. We also took a large black contractor’s bag which we used to put the blanket in and hide it under some brush. When we’d go to our fishing hole, we’d spread the blanket out, have our oral fun, and then fish as usual. A week after school started, Julie announced right out of the blue that she wanted to take up tennis. Naturally, I bought a racket so I could play tennis with her. One Saturday, I had to mow the lawn, so Julie went on to the park without me. When I finally got there, Julie was sitting on a park bench with Erin Johnson waiting on a court to open up. When I walked up, Erin split quickly. “What was that all about?” I asked Julie when I took a seat beside her. “You don’t want to know.” She said with a giggle. “No, I really do. What’s going on?” “She just had some questions about us.” She said in a more serious tone. “What kind of questions?” I pressed her. “Okay, if you must know, she said everyone thinks you’re gay.” “Wh ... why would they think that?” Julie turned to look straight at me, “Because they think I am. And since you and I hang out together, they think you are. Why else would a boy who has never had a girlfriend hang out with a dyke?” “You set her straight, I hope.” “I tried. I assured her you’re not gay—that we’re neighbors and just really good friends.” “Did she accept that explanation?” “I think so because she started hitting on me.” “Erin?” I asked in a tone that expressed my shock. “I thought she was going with Travis Range.” Julie giggled, “They broke up.” “What did you do?” “She’s sexy, don’t you think?” “JD! What the fuck! You’re not gay.” She seemed to be dead serious when she asked, “How can you be so sure when I’m not? There’s only one way to find out. She invited me for a sleepover tonight.” “And you’re going?” “Yes.” I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I knew I didn’t like the idea of Julie spending the night with Erin Johnson. I was afraid I’d say something wrong, so I just said, “Have fun.” And I got up and walked away. I didn’t see or hear from Julie until early afternoon on Sunday. She called me and asked, “So, are we going fishing or what?” Her question caught me totally off guard, “I ... I guess, if you really want to.” “I’ll meet you out front in ten minutes.” And she hung up. We didn’t talk at all on the ride out to our fishing hole. When we got there, Julie surprised me by getting the blanket and spreading it out. “Why do you still have your pants on?” She asked me. “I ... I wasn’t sure you--” “You weren’t sure I’d still give you your daily blowjob?” “Well yeah. I didn’t know ... I don’t know what I thought.” So I took off my jeans and boxers and lay back on the blanket. Julie got between my legs and proceeded to give me a blowjob, but she took her time, licking up and down my dick for a very long time. Before putting my dick in her mouth, she grinned up at me, “I know why you like eating my pussy so much. It’s fun.” My eyes shot open, which caused Julie to start laughing. When she could, she put my dick in her mouth and started sucking me very slowly. “You did that—to Erin?” She giggled, “Yep”. “And you liked doing that?” “Yep”. “Wow!” Hearing that made her giggle again, but she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she got serious about the blowjob. The weather was still good, so Julie and I alternated between playing tennis one day and fishing the next. Of course, I enjoyed the fishing more. She couldn’t really give me a blowjob at the city park. On Saturday, Julie called and told me to bring a towel with me. I didn’t think anything about it, just assuming she wanted to swim a little before or after fishing. I got a huge surprise when I came out of my front door to meet Julie. Erin was there, sitting on her bike with a big grin on her face. Neither of them had a fishing pole, but they both did have towels draped over their handlebars. I stopped in my tracks, “Do I need to bring a swimsuit?” They both laughed and Julie said, “No.” I just shrugged and got on my bike. On the way by our fishing hole, Julie got off her bike and grabbed the blanket out of the bag. When she saw the confused look on my face, she giggled, “What?” Sure enough, when we got upstream to our swimming hole, both of them immediately began getting undressed. Erin acted like undressing in front of me was no big deal, but I couldn’t help staring. She was built about the same as Julie, slender with a nice shape, but her tits were a lot bigger. They looked amazing. “Earth to Tommy.” Julie teased me, and then both of them walked out into the water. It took every bit of concentration I could muster to undress with them both watching. My dick was already hard, but I tried to ignore it. A few seconds later, I was in the water with them. After some innocent splashing and dunking, I got a huge shock. Julie and Erin began hugging, kissing, and making out hot and heavy. All I could do was stand there and watch. I was jealous of Erin. I’d never gotten to kiss Julie, even though I’d been tempted to try many times. Still, watching the two of them like that was hot as hell. I got yet another shock when Julie crooked a finger to me. When I was close enough, she released Erin and put her arms around my neck. Next, she put her legs around my body and smashed her tits into my chest. “Kiss me” she said in a sexy purr. I’d never kissed a girl, so I was really awkward at it. It was a full blown French kiss. After two or three tries, I got a little better. “Now kiss Erin.” Julie told me in that same sexy voice. I felt myself tense up, but Erin took the lead. She came over to me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. A second into it, she forced her tongue into my mouth. When she broke our kiss, Erin turned to Julie and giggled, “He needs practice.” “Then we’ll just have to make sure he gets plenty.” Julie said with a sexy grin on her face. Hearing that, Erin turned back to me and kissed me again, this time hugging me tightly and pressing her huge tits into my chest. When Erin backed off, she reached for my hands and guided them up to her tits. Julie was right there encouraging me, “She has awesome tits, doesn’t she, Tommy?” “Yes ... yes she does.” I finally managed. Erin let out a laugh and then teased, “Typical boy.” “Hey! I like them too.” Julie defended. And then she pulled one of my hands away and replaced it with her own. At the same time, Erin reached up and began kneading one of Julie’s tits. With the other hand, she reached down and slid her hand around my hard dick. “Ooooo, He’s nice and hard.” Erin said in a teasing tone. “What did you expect?” Julie chided. Erin still had her hand around my dick when she moved her other hand up behind Julie’s head and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. “Ummmm” I heard Julie moan into Erin’s mouth. After a couple more minutes of that, Julie walked out of the water, dried off and spread out the blanket. Erin and I were kissing. She still had her hand around my dick. “C’mon, you two. Get your asses out here.” Once Erin and I had dried off, Julie had me lay down on my back. She lay down beside me while Erin crawled between my legs. Seconds later, Julie was kissing me while Erin slid my dick into her mouth. Surprisingly, she was able to take all of my dick into her mouth. She didn’t even gag when I felt the head penetrate her throat. Evidently she’d had a lot of practice doing that. “Ummmm, I love his cock.” Erin said when she pulled her mouth off me. Julie broke our kiss and replied, “I know. It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” “It is, and it’s bigger than Travis’. Is it okay if I finish him off?” “Sure. Knock yourself out.” Julie replied. Hearing that, Erin swallowed my dick again and began fucking her mouth with it. That didn’t last long. Less than a minute later, I warned her, but she just kept going. Julie kissed me passionately while I was cumming in Erin’s mouth and throat. When I was totally spent, Julie told me to move over. Erin took my place and Julie crawled between her legs. I’m sure my eyes bugged out when I saw Julie’s tongue dart out and begin licking Erin’s pussy. I didn’t get to watch very long before Erin grabbed my hair and pulled me in for a hot kiss. After a minute or so, she pulled my head back and pushed it lower. “Suck my tits.” I wasn’t about to argue. I played with her far tit while I licked and sucked her near nipple. I did manage to keep glancing down to see Julie licking her pussy. It was four or five minutes before Erin began arching her back and moaning loudly, “I ... I’m ... almost.” Julie stopped licking her and clamped her mouth onto Erin’s clit. I assumed she was sucking it in and flicking it with her tongue. Erin was going crazy, flailing her head from side to side and moaning loudly. Soon, she began bucking her hips up, “I’m ... OH GOD! Don’t stop! OH GOD!” and then she screamed out “FUCK!” Julie withdrew and we both watched Erin shaking and gasping for air. “Whew!” She finally said, looking at Julie, “That was a good one.” Julie and Erin traded places. They kissed for a few minutes, and then Erin moved down and began eating Julie’s pussy. After watching for a minute, I began kissing Julie and then licking and sucking her nipples. Julie must have been super horny because it only took Erin a couple of minutes to have her bucking her hips up and moaning loudly. A minute later, Julie was pushing both me and Erin away, her body shaking and convulsing. “Are you ready?” Erin asked Julie. “Ye ... yes.” Julie answered in a strained voice. I had no idea what they were talking about until Erin looked at me and said, “JD wants you to fuck her now.” I looked at Julie, “Are you sure?” Erin laughed, “Of course she’s sure. She’s been talking about it all week. Now get your ass over here.” When I got in position, I was trying to maneuver my dick into Julie’s pussy. I had no idea what I was doing, so Erin reached between us and grabbed my dick. She worked it up and down on Julie’s slit, and then she said, “Okay, now just push forward. Go slow. She’ll let you know if you’re hurting her.” So I pushed forward a little. I felt the head of my dick enter her sopping pussy. Julie let out a gasp, but she didn’t say anything, so I pushed forward a little more. It took me a couple of minutes to have my entire dick buried inside her pussy. I couldn’t believe how warm and tight she was. “Just stay there for a minute so she can get used to it.” Erin instructed. Half a minute later, Julie said in a raspy voice, “Okay. I’m okay.” Erin then told me, “Okay, start moving in and out of her. Go slow until she tells you she’s ready to go faster.” And then she began kissing Julie while she slid her hand between us and started slowly rubbing Julie’s clit with her fingers. It was only another minute before Julie said, “Okay, I’m ready. Fuck me now.” Erin chuckled, “You heard her. Fuck her like you mean it. And then she said to Julie, “I knew you’d love it.” “I do.” Julie said, “I really, really do.” I kept increasing my speed and force until I was slamming into her pussy. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, even though I’d already cum once. It just felt too good. I’d only been fucking her hard for five or six minutes when I warned them, “I’m getting close.” Julie had already cum twice, so I didn’t think she’d mind. Erin looked at me with a panicked expression, “Stop” She practically yelled. “Take it out of her.” I did what she said, so she told me, “Just wait a couple of minutes and then start again.” She kept rubbing Julie’s clit and kissing her, but she was going slow now. After two or three minutes, Erin told me, “Okay, you can fuck her some more now, but don’t go too fast. Hold out as long as you can before you cum.” That little break seemed to let my urgency to cum subside somewhat, and now that I wasn’t thrusting into her pussy so fast and hard, I was able to hold out for another five minutes or so. This time when I warned them I was getting close, Erin sped up her ministrations on Julie’s clit and told me, “Okay, hit it as hard and fast as you can for as long as you can.” Sure enough, the instant I sped up, Julie began flailing her head from side to side, “OH GOD! I’M...” Erin purred to her, “That’s it, baby. Cum hard for me. Don’t hold back. Just let it go.” And that’s exactly what Julie did. She was bucking her hips up to meet my thrusts and moaning loudly, “GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!” I couldn’t hold out any longer. I started cumming inside her, but I forced myself to continue fucking her as hard and fast as I could until she finally put her hands on my shoulders and tried to push me away. “Stop now.” Erin instructed me. She didn’t tell me to take my dick out though, so I just froze in place with my dick still buried in Julie’s pussy. “Oh wow! Oh wow! That was ... oh wow!” Julie said while still gasping for air and panting. Her body was still shaking. It shocked me a bit when Erin kissed me. When she broke the kiss, she showed me a smile and purred, “You did great.” We all made our way back to Julie’s place. She said she had something else special planned for us. On the bike ride back, I eased up next to Erin. “Do you have any idea what she’s up to?” I said in a low voice. “No clue,” she giggled back softly. “Whatever it is,” she added with a wink. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. And so will I,” she finished with an evil, yet playful grin. She then pedaled a bit faster to parallel Julie. I could only imagine what they were talking about ahead of me. But Erin was right about one thing: Whatever happened I’m sure we’d both enjoy it. We got back to Julie’s place and stowed our bikes in the garage, then she invited us inside. “Come on in and make yourselves comfortable. Dad’s off golfing today and mom’s working a shift at the hospital, so we’ve got the place to ourselves.” Erin and I just kind of shuffled between the area that separated the living room and the kitchen. “Do we need to be naked for this?” Erin called out with a chuckle as she winked at me. “If you want,” Julie laughed back from the kitchen. “I won’t be offended. Oh where the fuck is it?” she added, but not to us. “Ah, there you are you shifty bastard.” My stomach was literally doing hula-hoops around my ass at this point. What the hell was she up to in there? Erin, however, did not share my trepidation. She was already naked and spreading a towel on the sofa before sitting down. “What’s the problem?” she winked at me. I was about to stammer an answer when Julie appeared from the kitchen. “I’m glad to see someone is making themselves at home,” she said when she saw Erin naked on the sofa. “What’s your excuse?” she chided me. We’d been through this kinda routine too many times for me to fall into the same trap again. “I don’t have good answer,” I sighed with a roll of my eyes. “So I won’t give one that will get me laughed at.” Ironically enough both Julie and Erin laughed at that response. In an even bigger irony, so did I. “Whatcha got there JD?” I asked as the laughter subsided and I noticed she was cradling something in her hands. “Wine,” she replied with a mischievous grin as she held the bottle aloft for us to see. “Cool,” Erin grinned from the sofa. “What’s the occasion?” “I wanna make a toast,” Julie grinned at her. She looked over to me and handed me the bottle. “Can you put this on the coffee table?” she asked. “I’m gonna get glasses and a corkscrew.” I accepted the bottle even though I was hesitant. Before I could protest though she was already bouncing back into the kitchen. “Hold up JD,” I called after her. “You’re not gonna get into any trouble swiping a bottle of your folks’ wine are ya?” “No,” she called back. A moment later she was back with three wine-glasses and a corkscrew in her hands. “My dad hated this one. He said it’s piss.” “So you’re going to toast us with piss?” Erin giggled from the sofa as she twirled her hair between her fingers. “I figured how the fuck would we know?” Julie laughed. She then scooted over to the coffee table. “Come on Tommy, enough with being bugged-eyed and slow! Get over here.” There was no way in hell I could say ‘no’ to her so I walked on over. In the few moments it took me to get to the coffee table Julie’s shirt was already off and she was stepping out of her shorts. She grabbed the bottle from my hand and giggled at me. “Don’t be so modest.” I glanced over at Erin, but she just grinned and cocked an eye-brow at me. I sighed and began to get undressed. “Well I’ll be damned,” Julie said as she examined the bottle. “Now what’s up?” I sighed playfully as I tossed my t-shirt to the floor. “It’s a twist top,” she said in amazement. “Doesn’t even need a corkscrew.” “My dad says there’s been a shortage of cork around the world,” Erin jumped in as she looked at the bottle. “Well,” Julie chuckled as she twisted the top off. “What the hell.” She filled the three glasses on the coffee table then placed the bottle down and hoisted a glass to me, then one to Erin, before picking one up herself. Julie leaned her head back and took a deep breath. Then she looked at the two of us and smiled as she hoisted her glass. “To Tommy,” she nodded at me. “And Erin,” she turned and toasted her. “The two people who are my best friends in the world,” she paused and almost seemed like she was about to tear up. “And the two people who have made me finally happy to be a girl.” Wow! It took a second for that to fully sink in, but I got it. And I felt touched. I glanced over and saw Erin first place a hand to her chest and then draw it up to her mouth as she pulled her lips in. “It was my honor and my privilege,” I finally broke the silence, although my voice cracked a bit. “Same here,” Erin added, her voice also breaking a bit. Julie’s eyes welled up a bit as she looked at both of us. “Thanks.” We all finally clinked our glasses together and each took a swig. I was NOT a fan of this! I shivered with disgust as it went down. I glanced over at Julie and saw much the same. “Oh god,” Erin gagged. “Your dad is right! This is piss!” That made all three of us laugh. “Speaking of piss,” Erin said as she got to her feet, “I have to do just that.” And then she looked at me, “You wanna watch?” I shot my eyes to Julie who showed me a daring look as she tipped her head in the direction of the bathroom. But when I hesitated, she got up and took my hand, pulling me toward the hallway. “C’mon. I’ll go with you.” On the walk to the bathroom, while watching Erin’s naked hips sway from side to side, I had a profound thought: ‘If this is what my life has become, hanging out with two sexy girls and never knowing what they were going to come up with next, I should just hang on tight and enjoy the ride.’

Three Girls on Holiday – Friday Little Joe The girls were deciding where to go on holiday together. Not surprisingly they all had different ideas. For Kitty, the madcap, the only place would be somewhere with plenty of exciting action: somewhere hot (in all senses of the word) with plenty of clubs, plenty of sun and plenty of boys – Ayia Napa perhaps or Ibiza. Janey, the bossy one, wanted somewhere with sophistication, sun, sea and sand, yes, but sophistication as well – Nice, Antibes or that little French island in the Caribbean. Fiona, the shy one, fancied a walking holiday bird watching in the Outer Hebrides (but who took any notice of her). So quite how they ended up in the hotel just outside Penzance was a bit of a mystery. Perhaps it had something to do with Janey not fancying the mosquitoes, or Kitty deciding that she didn’t like flying, or Fiona discovering that a red backed shrike had been seen in the area. Or perhaps it had something to do with the fact that on looking at their savings accounts, and the plummeting pound, they discovered that it was all they could afford. Whatever the reason Penzance offered a bit of something for everybody. It had night life (of a sort), it had sophistication (in limited quantities), it had sun (when it wasn’t raining) and it held out the promise of a red backed shrike. They were to travel down on the train on Friday from Paddington (£15 advance booking, off peak, limited offer, with special voucher from The Sun newspaper). And they clambered on board at ten o’clock that Friday morning dragging their bags behind them. Fiona had her things in a handy rucksack, Janey had a smart designer suitcase, and Kitty had three of those big floppy carry bags that everyone uses nowadays. Quite why she needed quite so many clothes, Fiona couldn’t begin to understand. It didn’t take Kitty long to come up with one of her madcap schemes. “We need to liven this holiday up a bit. I know. I’ve got a little dare for Fiona.” “Oh no you don’t,” said Fiona, she had all too vivid memories of Kitty’s last madcap dare! “But it’s just a little dare!” “I don’t care if it’s absolutely Lilliputian, there’s no way I’m going to do it. Why does it have to be me anyway? Why don’t you do it?” “There’s a very good reason for that,” said Kitty. “And that is?” “I thought of it. Anyway, it’s much funnier if you do it.” “Girls, girls,” said Janey, “stop squabbling. I’ll decide who does the dares. What is it anyway?” “Just to go to the loo and leave the door unlocked. Not much really,” pouted Kitty sulking slightly. “No way!” said Fiona, “No bloody way!” “Chicken,” said Kitty, “Scaredy-cat!” She got up and moved out into the aisle. “Where are you going,” asked Fiona. “To the loo.” “What! You’re not going to leave the door unlocked are you?” “Bloody hell no! I’m not a complete idiot!” Fiona, didn’t like the implication. The implication being that she, Fiona, was a complete idiot who would be persuaded to do such a thing. She determined on a little revenge for Kitty, a revenge that Kitty well and truly deserved. As Kitty moved down the aisle she put her finger silently to her lips and motioned to Janey to follow her. They were just in time to see Kitty go into the loo at the end of the carriage and they heard the door firmly bolt shut. They crept up to the door. Now you may not know it, but there is a way to unlock the doors on these toilets from the outside. There has to be, in case somebody collapses inside. Why should Fiona know this? From whence had she obtained this recondite knowledge? That, we will never know, we just know that she put this knowledge to good use and slowly and silently manipulated the lock from the outside so that it slid unlocked.  “Serve her right,” thought Fiona as she and Janey retreated back down the carriage. They looked round and were pleased to see a young man making his way down the aisle. They were even more pleased by the loud shriek that emanated from inside when he opened the door. Kitty came storming back up the carriage. “Who did that!” she demanded, “I know it was one of you. Which one was it?” Janey wouldn’t have let on, but it must have been plain to see, because Fiona’s face turned bright red. Not for the first time Fiona cursed her terrible propensity to blush at the first sign of anything embarrassing. Kitty looked at Fiona, her dark enamelled eyes flashing and her auburn hair glinting. “I’ll get you back for that!” she said, her light Donegal brogue just breaking through in her anger, “Just you wait. I’ll get you back for that!” The station in Penzance was grey and misty, with a light drizzle falling when they arrived. They forlornly bundled their cases into a taxi and headed for The Manor Hotel, where they had booked a weekend break (Summer Super Saver, £60 a day, three in a room, continental breakfast included, no refunds, ten coupons from the Guardian newspaper). It was, it must be said, a nice hotel. The sort which is converted from an old Country House by the addition of a bedroom block and patronised principally by business conferences, which was why business was slow in August when businessmen go on holiday (to Tuscany, not Penzance). They had a nice room with a big king size double bed and a put down sofa bed. “Oh dear!” said Kitty to Janey disingenuously, “I didn’t know we’d be sharing a double bed.” “It’s all right, we don’t have to sleep with a sword between us you know,” replied Janey winking. “Why do you assume that I’m getting the little bed,” interposed Fiona. “Because you’re little,” replied Kitty, as if this were an obvious conclusion. “Well, I want to be in the big bed,” replied Fiona “Oh! Three in a bed,” said Janey, “we are getting kinky. I didn’t think you had it in you.” “Er… I’m taking a shower,” said Fiona, blushing again and embarrassed at the turn the conversation was taking, and she scampered off to the bathroom, carefully locking the door behind her, aware of the fact that Kitty would still be plotting her revenge. Kitty was indeed plotting her revenge and Janey was all too ready to form an alliance against her. This may be thought a bit mean, but Janey wanted a bit of revenge for being left in the pillory on her birthday. As they heard the shower water start to run, they whispered together. Little Fiona was in the shower. It had been a long hot day and she was sweaty from the journey. She loved the feel of the hot water stinging against her skin. What she liked to do particularly was run the water freezing cold until her skin was like ice, and then turn it quickly to hot so that the stinging jets turned her bare skin bright red and it tingled all over. It was an amazingly erotic sensation and it made her nipples stand out proud and erect. She rubbed them sensitively. That felt good. Her other hand automatically found its way to its accustomed place and she massaged gently. That felt good as well. She was glad to be on holiday. She could sense they were going to have fun. Then suddenly she was plunged into pitch darkness. The bathroom was on the interior wall of the bedroom and had no external window, and the light switch was, as required by British safety regulations, on the outside of the door. The girls had switched off the light and plunged her into total blackness. She leapt out the shower, stumbled over to the door and banged on it. The rotters! If this was Kitty’s idea of revenge, it was a bloody silly one. She banged on the door again. All was silent. She heard the outside door of the room open and close. The bloody rotters! They’d gone off and left her in the dark! She opened the door. The bedroom was in darkness as well. Still naked she opened the door a bit wider to feel round for the light switch. Suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist and she was pulled out of the bathroom. Her wrist was twisted so that her arm was held behind her back. Then suddenly the light was switched on and she saw Janey standing in front of her holding the door into the corridor open. Fiona suddenly realised what was going to happen. “Kitty! No, please, no!”  This was Kitty’s revenge. Fiona realised that Kitty was going to push her out into the corridor stark naked. And then how on earth would she get back in!  Kitty held her immobile looking at the open door into the corridor. It was good to let her contemplate her fate for a while. And then Fiona felt Kitty’s free hand feel round her front, down there, where her sensitive spot was, where her own hand was accustomed to go, and she felt Kitty massaging it gently.  “Kitty! Please! No!” “Got to get you worked up, Fi, we all know you like it,” it would be nice to hear her beg. “Kitty, please! Please!” she felt herself damp between her legs. “Say you’re sorry, Fiona. Say you’ve been very, very naughty and you won’t do it again!”, and she gave her another tweak in her sensitive spot. “Please Kitty. I’m sorry Kitty. I’ve been a very, very naughty girl and I won’t do it again,” she was feeling positively wet between the legs. “Beg,” said Fiona. “I’m begging. I’m begging. Please Kitty. No!” Kitty just smiled. She’d got her apology. Fiona could now go out. Poor Fiona. Her entreaties had been all to no avail. She found herself propelled out into the corridor and the door slammed behind her. She looked up and down horrified. There was nobody there. She banged on the door and shouted, “Kitty! Janey! Let me in. Please! I’m a naughty girl. I’m begging. Please!” Kitty shouted at her through the door, “Don’t worry Fi, we left the door key card at the end of the corridor, you’ve only got to run down to the end to get it.” “You rotters! You bloody rotters!” shouted Fiona, but quietly as she suddenly was aware that she might be attracting attention. The she realised that she was wasting time. She had to get to the end of a very long corridor and back before anybody came – completely in the nude! There was nothing for it. She was going to have to run! Fortunately for Fiona she was slim, not to say lithe, and quite athletic. She could run quite fast. Running naked though wasn’t really that easy. I don’t know if you’ve seen a naked girl running. If you have you’ll know that unsupported bosoms bounce up and down. Fiona’s weren’t large. But on the other hand, they weren’t small either. She grabbed one in either hand and set off, scampering down the corridor. She passed bedrooms, she passed the lifts, she passed the emergency fire stairs and at last she reached the end of the corridor. With a sigh of relief she found the card key stuck in a potted plant.  She picked it up and turned to scamper back and as she did so she heard an ominous sound. The lift coming to a halt on her floor. Any second now the doors would start to open and she would be trapped. There was only one thing she could think of to do. She fled to the fire stairs and hid in there. She heard the people come out of the lift and stop in the corridor to chat. Oh well! She’d just have to wait until they moved on, except that she heard a noise from further down the stairs. Some stupid super-fit fools had decided to walk up the stairs rather than take the lift. Fiona was trapped. It was the top floor and she couldn’t go up any further. She had two options – to walk out on to the corridor or to wait for the people coming up. Her mouth went dry and she could hear her heart pounding in her ears.  That half remembered sensation – a mixture of excitement and embarrassment – that she had experienced on her birthday came back to her. She was going to get caught – naked! And there was nothing she could do about it. She felt that sudden rush of moisture between her legs again, and her bare nipples hardened as she found her fingers working herself up into the necessary state of excitement: excited enough to give her the courage to act.  For she had determined on a course of action. She didn’t want to get caught skulking on the stairs, so she would have to walk back along he corridor to the room. After all, she reasoned, this was England, the country where nobody likes to make a fuss. The most likely reaction of an Englishman to seeing a naked girl emerge into a corridor would be to go bright red and pretend nothing unusual was happening. So, legs trembling, heart thumping, face like a tomato and covered in goose pimples she emerged into the corridor and steeled herself to walking back to the room. Three men were standing in the corridor, so that she would almost have to push past them.  At first Jonathan didn’t notice her; then he turned to look – my God, there was a naked girl walking down the corridor. His heart missed a beat, he went bright red and tried to pretend nothing unusual was happening. Fiona approached him; if nobody moved out of the way soon, she was definitely going to have to push past. At last, when she was almost there, Jonathan moved. “Sorry, I was about to block your passage,” he croaked, submitting to the uncontrollable urge everyone feels to say something in an embarrassing situation. He suddenly realised he had said something vaguely rude to a naked girl. Fiona felt another rush of wet excitement and her nipples hardened even more; she was trying hard to control herself as her deep breathing threatened to give her state away. “Oh dear! Those are big breasts. I mean breaths,” the poor man couldn’t resist the urge to say something, and had only made it worse. Fiona’s nerve broke and she ran shrieking down the corridor, before she had an orgasm on the spot, and banged on the door, trying desperately to get the key card to work. Eventually she managed to get the door open and flung herself onto the put down bed banging it with her left hand as her back arched and her muscles contracted, her right hand in its accustomed place bringing her to a climax.. “You rotters,” she shouted as she lay there relaxing, drenched in perspiration, “you double dog rotters. There’s no way I’m getting into bed with you now!”  She looked round. The other two had already gone to bed and they weren’t listening. From the sound of it they didn’t seem to have a sword between them.  She climbed into her own bed. “Rotters!” she said to herself. They weren’t going to get away with it! Three Girls on Holiday - Saturday Fiona glowered at the other two over breakfast the next morning, but they only laughed uproariously at the account of her adventure. The girls stared out of the window. The rain was coming down in torrents outside. “Never mind,” said Kitty there’s a great indoor pool and gym here. We can go there this morning. The hotel thoughtfully provided towelling robes to wear down to the pool so the girls decided to change into their costumes in the room. Janey slipped on her new skimpy bikini. Kitty looked at her aghast. “Janey,” she admonished, “you can’t wear that!” “Why not, it’s not as small as yours.” “Well, you can’t wear one as small as me.” “What do you mean. ‘Can’t wear one as small as you’?” “I would have thought that was obvious.” “Well it isn’t” “If you insist on me spelling it out then. My bottom isn’t as big as yours.” “Are you saying I’ve got a big bottom!” “I didn’t say that. It’s just that it’s too big for that bikini” “It’s no bigger than your bottom” Kitty was horrified. Janey had actually implied that she had a big bottom; she who was so proud of her figure. Her bottom was voluptuous, not big! Janey was going to regret that remark. They set off down to the pool: Janey in her little bikini, Kitty in her even littler bikini and Fiona in her one piece swimsuit. They slipped off their robes beside the pool. Kitty didn’t say anything; a plan was forming in her brain. She slipped behind Janey as she moved to the end of the pool to dive in. Janey’s little bikini bottom was tied at the side in little bows with tapes. Kitty had noticed this and had worked out that if she just got hold of the end of one of the tapes on either side and held on while Janey dived in, then the little bikini bottom would come right off in her hands. The temptation was too great: as Janey moved to dive Kitty grabbed hold of the tapes and held on. It worked a treat, Janey went headlong into the pool and Kitty was left holding the bikini bottom in her hands convulsed with laughter. It must be said that she probably wouldn’t have done it if the swimming pool hadn’t been empty except for the three girls, so Janey had no real right to be so upset when it was suddenly invaded by the group of men that Fiona had encountered the day before, escaping from the rain as well. Kitty laughed even more. Everybody was going to see how big Janey’s bottom was now! Janey glowered at Kitty. “Do you want some help?” mouthed Kitty “Bastard,” replied Janey, and Kitty plunged in beside her. But instead of handing her back her bikini bottom as she had expected she was taken totally by surprise as Kitty unfastened the back of her bikini top. Poor Janey unable to move for fear of exposing her bare posterior suddenly found she had nothing on at all and she was trapped in the water until the men went away. “Bastard, bastard,” she whispered at Kitty. She would of course have yelled, had it not been for her fear of attracting attention. If Kitty was pleased Fiona was ecstatic. That rotter Janey had conspired to embarrass her the day before and made her sleep in the little bed; it just wasn’t enough for her to hide in the water. She had to be properly punished. She had to be humiliated and a crazy idea occurred to her. The little, wouldn’t say boo to a goose Fiona, on impulse, turned round and accidentally on purpose bashed the fire alarm button. Janey was going not only to vacate the pool. She was going to have to vacate the building. And they were going to make sure she didn’t have any clothes when she did so! Kitty and Fiona dashed out taking Janey’s bikini and their clothes with them. Janey was left stranded in the pool hugging the side so as not to be seen. The men started to leave. Jonathan noticed the girl still in the pool; she obviously hadn’t heard the alarm. “Er.. Miss,” he said, “we have to leave the building.” Janey pretended not to hear. “That’s the fire alarm Miss. You have to leave.” Janey realised she was going to have to get out. She had seen who had pressed the alarm. Little Goodie-two-shoes Fiona was going to have to pay for this. Jonathan stayed back to make sure the girl got out safely. Oh Dear! He turned bright red as a majestic, and rather broad in the beam girl rose, naked like Venus in a Botticelli painting, from the water and stalked towards him. “What are you staring at,” she demanded, as if it wasn’t obvious. “Nothing. I mean er… Just you’re a Botticelli,.” Jonathan blushed even redder. And Janey blushed even redder. Even he was looking at her bottie! She ran for the changing room to get a towel. When she joined the others on the lawn, towel wrapped round her, the hotel staff determined it was a false alarm. She glowered at little Fiona. “Just you wait,” she said. The battle was on. Fiona, still intoxicated by her success, just got hold of the towel and pulled it off. Janey shrieked and high tailed it for the hotel. “Just you wait!” She shouted back at Fiona, “You’ll see. Just you wait!” By the afternoon the sun had got out so the girls went down to the beach. Kitty remained silent on the subject of bottoms and Janey even more silent on the subject of fire alarms. She had however taken the opportunity to visit one of the local shops which she had noticed along the sea front. Once more Janey and Kitty were in their little bikinis and Fiona put on her one piece swimsuit. The sun was hot the wind was cool and the water was wet. By six o’clock the sun was setting into the western bay and Janey, judging the time right and that by now Fiona would be off her guard, took a little packet out of her bag. She went over to Fiona and before little Fiona knew what was happening she had grabbed the front of her demure one piece swimsuit, pulled the top forwards and poured the content of the packet down the front. “What are you doing?” gasped Fiona “Paying you back,” said Janey, unable to hide the grin on her face, “that was itching powder. I got from the joke shop in town and it’s just gone all down your front! Come on Kitty! Run!” and the two girls picked up all the things and hared back to the room. Poor little Fiona could only scamper on behind, the effects of the itching powder already becoming all too obvious. She was not only starting to itch between her bosoms and down her stomach, but the powder had gone all the way down the front, working it’s way down her stomach and right between her legs. And as she ran, once it got there it worked its way in between her private lips where it itched tormentingly and embarrassingly. Fiona began to scratch. And the more she scratched, the more it worked its way in and the more it itched, until she was standing in the hotel lift in her swim suit, poking her fingers inside and scratching for all she was worth between her legs, only stopping when people started coming in. She ran along the corridor to the bedroom and banged on the door. “You Rotters!” she shouted, “let me in, I’ve got to get this costume off!” “Well, take it off then,” said Janey, “we’re not stopping you!” “I can’t take it off in the corridor; I’ve got nothing else to put on.” “Tough!” said Janey. Poor Fiona banged on the door and banged again, but all to no avail. The itching ‘down below’ was getting intolerable; she just had to get the costume off, but she couldn’t just strip off in the corridor. Rubbing furiously with her hand in the front of her costume she rushed to the fire stairs. She was hoping to run down to the Ladies restroom and take it off there, but once she was on the stairs she knew she wasn’t going to make it. She looked around. The fire stairs were deserted. Well only super-fit idiots walked up five floors of fire stairs when there was a perfectly good lift. She tore off her costume. It was heaven. It wasn’t that the itching stopped, but it was so much nicer too be in the nude, so much more soothing. She still needed to scratch, but at least now she could scratch in comfort. She closed her eyes, put her head back, opened her legs wide apart and gently massaged between her labia. Oooooh! It was lovely, just what it needed. Such a relief and well…. Rather stimulating as well. She was thinking what she would have to do. She’d have to go down the stairs and put the wretched costume back on to go to the Ladies, then perhaps she could take it off and rinse it out. She was rubbing gently, soothingly; it was so nice when suddenly. Aaaatchhoo! A loud sneeze broke the silence. Jonathan could never be bothered to wait for lifts. Only lazy people took lifts anyway. He reckoned he could run up the stairs as fast as anybody taking the lift. That was unless there was somebody blocking the way! The sight of the girl sent him into paroxysms of embarrassment again. What on earth was going on in this hotel? He knew men who would have taken advantage of the situation, but seeing her sitting there stark naked, legs wide apart rubbing her… well you know what… he didn’t quite even like to say the word to himself. His only thought was to tiptoe back down quietly before she realised he was there. The only problem was that his nose had started itching furiously, almost as bad as if there was itching powder floating about in the air. He mustn’t sneeze, he said to himself, as he backed carefully down. He mustn’t sneeze, but of course he did. Fiona sat up with a start, ramming her legs together so fast she caught her fingers between them still inside and sat staring at the man with her hand in that compromising position. “Oh! I wasn’t er… I mean I wouldn’t er….” She was so embarrassed she didn’t quite know what to say. “Oh I’m sorry,” said Jonathan, bright red, and trying to avert his gaze, “I was just looking up…. Er I mean I saw you getting up er…” his voice tailed away as he realised he was just making things worse. He turned and ran down the stairs as quickly as he could. Poor little Fiona put the wretched costume back on and made her way in a torture of itchiness down to the Ladies rest room, where she rinsed out the costume and sat morosely in the cubicle until she hoped she had paid enough penance to be allowed back into the bedroom. Then she crept back up the stairs. The door of the bedroom had been left open and the other two seemed to have retired to bed early. Whatever it had been in the itching powder having worked its way up between her labia, she was still tormented by an itch ‘down there’. A pleasurable torment in some ways, but a torment nevertheless. ‘The Rotters!’ she said to herself. She decided that she would have to wash herself clean. She crept in through the bathroom door, closing it tight, and then switched on the little light over the mirror which she found could be operated by a pull cord inside the bathroom. She slipped off her costume and allowed herself one delightful scratch before turning on the shower jet. Unfortunately it wasn’t one of those jets she could detach from the wall, so in order to direct the water up her… well just up her, she had to lie on her back in the bath, bend her knees and open her legs wide. The jet of water hit just where it was needed. It was so soothing that she could only close her eyes again and enjoy the sensation. Janey and Kitty heard her come in, and when they heard the shower turned on they had a good idea what she was doing. She’d be trying to wash off the itching powder. The sneaked over to the bathroom, slowly opened the door and… they had expected to see Fiona in the bath, so the sight of her lying eyes closed, head back, legs in the air, displaying her everything for their delight came as a bit of a surprise. A not unpleasurable surprise however. A sight which gave rise to a temptation they could not resist.  Fiona lying on her back with her eyes closed felt the fingers massaging and soothing her – just where they were needed. And as the fingers worked she felt the pleasure begin to mount; she groaned, and panted, her back arched and as the pleasure exploded within her she found out there were some advantages after all to being extra-sensitive ‘down there’. Three Girls on Holiday - Sunday The next day the sun could be seen outside, brightly shining on the curtains. Fiona lay in her little bed plotting revenge for the trick played on her the day before. She rubbed again ‘down below’ where the itch still hadn’t quite gone away. She looked round the room. From the sight of two nighties lying on the floor it looked as if Janey and Kitty hadn’t bothered with the sword in the bed. It must be explained here that whereas Fiona always wore a pair of floral print cotton pyjamas the other two girls wore nightdresses – Janey a fashionable work of French lingerie and Kitty a rather sheer little sexy ‘Baby Doll’ affair. Both these items of clothing could be seen lying unworn on the bedroom carpet. The bedclothes were turned back and the heaving bosoms of the two girls, still sleeping after their nightly activities, could be seen clearly in the morning light. This gave Fiona a wicked little idea. She slipped into the bathroom where there was a telephone and rang down to room service ordering breakfast in the room for the three of them. Then she sat back and waited. Ten minutes later there came a little knock on the door. Before the other girls could react she had flung the door open and the waiter walked in with the breakfast tray. His face was a picture, but to his credit he managed to place the breakfast tray down beside the bed without actually spilling anything. His entry however had woken the sleeping girls. It took them a few moments to realise that there was: a) a strange man in the room and, b) they were lying in bed together stark naked and bare breasted. For the waiter the view made his morning, as he had not seen such an adorable sight for many a long day. Kitty’s bosoms were particularly adorable being so nicely rounded and wobbly, but they weren’t the only sight of interest in the room. His eyes wandered over the goodies on display. He felt himself turn pink and then red and then he managed just a little stammered, “Your breakfast ladies. Bon appétit,” and disappeared out of the room (somewhat reluctantly it must be admitted.) The girls all dissolved into gales of laughter. Fiona, expecting retribution from the others, looked on slightly confused. “Fiona!” gasped Kitty, “want do you think your doing.” “I just thought he’d enjoy the view.” “I’m sure he did,” said Kitty, “you forgot to put your pyjama bottoms on!” Fiona looked down in horror. She remembered all of a sudden that the urge to rub herself during the night had been so great that she had taken off her pyjama pants and thrown them on the floor to make it easier. She had been so engrossed in her little plot that she had forgotten all about this. She felt herself again. Oh my God! Her jacket only came down to her waist; hoist by her own petard, she had just shown the poor man everything! She put her hand to her mouth, and suddenly saw the funny side. She started to giggle, “What must he have thought!” she said and soon the girls were laughing so much that they had extreme difficulty buttering their toast. “What shall we do today?” asked Kitty. “I vote we go to the beach, “said Fiona. Janey was not one for votes. Janey was one for deciding herself what was going to be done. It was a good job she wanted to go to the beach as well. “We’re going to Sandy Cove,” she said, “according to the Guide Book it’s a lovely secluded beach about a mile and a half down the coast.” “What are we going to do there?” asked Kitty. “After that little trick she played this morning,” said Janey, looking pointedly at Fiona, “a certain naughty little girl is going to be stripped naked and made to walk all the way back in her birthday suit.” Fiona just laughed. Janey would have her little joke. They dressed in their costumes under their beach clothes for the walk along the cliff top to the beach - Janey in her little bikini, Kitty in her even littler bikini and Fiona in her one piece swimsuit. They took a picnic with them so that they could have lunch on the beach. For once the weather was good. The sand was golden, the sea was warm and the eye of heaven shined for once, if not too hot, at least hot enough for a liberal application of suntan oil. “Do me back for us, Fi,” said Janey, lying on her stomach on her towel and unhitching the hook on her bikini top, having liberally oiled her front against the sun’s rays. She put her head on her hands and closed her eyes. The sensation of Fiona’s hands massaging the oil into her back was really rather pleasant - rubbing gently into the small of her back, her feet, her calves, her thighs, her bottom. Her bottom! She jumped up quickly and her bikini bottom fell down. Fiona had unfastened it at the sides and was even now scampering down to the waters edge, safe in the knowledge that Janey was in no position to chase after her. “I’m going for a plodge,” she shouted back over her shoulder as Janey struggled to do up her bikini bottom. Janey looked at the retreating figure, trying to work out a way in which she could really make the girl walk back to the hotel in her birthday suit. The rest of the day passed peacefully enough, but it wasn’t until late afternoon that Fiona at last plucked up the courage to try a swim in the big rollers that pounded on the beach. She came back up the beach dripping wet. “I’m having one last lie in the sun to warm up,” she said, and lay down on the sand. “Ugh… this costume’s horrible and wet,” she gasped as she lay back. “Well, you should have proper bikini like us,” said Kitty, “mine dries off in no time.” “I don’t want to lie in this, “said Fiona, “and I only brought one costume.” “More fool you,” said Janey, “you’ll just have to sunbathe in the altogether.” “Ha ha! Very funny,” said Fiona. “Seriously,” said Janey, “Take your costume off under the towel, then you can lie on the beach with the towel covering you.” “Only if you promise, promise, promise, not to pull the towel off when I’ve got nothing on underneath.” “We promise,” said Kitty. “Absolutely,” said Janey “All right then, “said Fiona and she wrapped the towel round herself and slipped her costume off. No sooner was the costume off, though, and safely put on a rock to dry, than Kitty grabbed hold of the towel and whipped it off, leaving poor Fiona starkers in the middle of the beach. “You Rotters! Rotters! Double Dog Rotters!” shouted Fiona, “You promised! You promised!” and she tried to grab the towel, but as she went for it, Kitty threw it over her head to Janey standing behind Fiona. Fiona, being only little couldn’t reach it even by jumping as high as she could. Janey caught it and as Fiona made a grab for it again, she threw it back over her head to Kitty. The other people on the beach looked on in evident delight at this game of nude piggy in the middle. Evidently a variation on the game which they had not witnessed before. Eventually Janey took pity on her and handed her the towel. Fiona took it sulking and lay back on the sand, putting the towel over herself to catch the last rays of the sun. She was tired after her disturbed night sleep with all that itching ‘down below’ and she soon fell asleep. The last words which the others heard before her regular breathing told them she had nodded off were, “Double Dog Rotters! You promised!” Janey and Kitty let her sleep for a while then Kitty said, “Better be getting back then.” “Better had,” said Janey and they packed up all the clothes into their bags. “Better pack Fiona’s clothes then,” said Kitty looking at the still recumbent figure, “she’ll not be needing them.” “Better had,” said Janey. “Better take her towel as well,” said Kitty, “she’ll not be needing that. “Better had,” said Janey, and they gently removed the towel from the still sleeping figure and packed it. The two girls crept silently away and it wasn’t until they were well out of earshot that they collapsed into hysterical laughter. Fiona woke with a sudden start. Was that a red backed shrike she had heard calling? But in a few seconds all thoughts of red backed shrikes disappeared from her head. The beach was totally deserted, the sun was sinking unseen west and she was in the nude. She shrieked louder even than a red backed shrike. The Rotters! They had actually done it. They had actually left her to walk back to the hotel stark naked. She looked vainly round for them. They’d really left her naked on the beach. Tears came to her eyes. They were so rotten. They must think it really funny to humiliate her liken that. Not only would she have to walk back along the cliff top in the nude, she’d have to get back through the hotel, probably have to ask at reception for a key to let her in. It was too embarrassing. Too humiliating. They were being so rotten to her! She just played silly little tricks on them and they were being so rotten to her. With tears rolling down her face she started to creep back along the cliff top path. It was late, but still quite light in August and she had to keep a careful eye out for evening strollers. Oh My God! There was a man coming. She went down on her hands and knees and crept off the path.  For Jonathan an evening stroll was one of the best parts of the day, and at least he wouldn’t be surprised by naked girls here. Rather strangely he found himself a little disappointed by the thought that he wouldn’t be surprised by a naked girl here. Little did he know. Fiona, on her hands and knees in the shrubbery, saw him approaching, she realised she was still visible from the path, and she backed further into the shrubbery. Suddenly she felt an intense burning in her bottom. “Aaaargh!” she leapt out of the shrubbery straight in front of Jonathan. She had unknowingly backed straight into a patch of stinging nettles of the most vicious kind. She rubbed her bottom vigorously; she had been stung all over it. Jonathan looked on mouth open and eyes even wider open. “Oooooh! I’ve been stung on my bottom!” gasped Fiona. “Let’s have a look,” said Jonathan, “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean I wanted to look at your bottom, I meant I could have a look at the stings and well I suppose that it does mean looking at your bottom, but I thought that maybe if I could find a dock leaf then perhaps I could rub it in, in your bottom that is, but I couldn’t do that without looking at it I suppose, so I suppose I do need to look at your bottom, but what I mean was I wasn’t saying I wanted to look at your bottom just for the sake of looking at your bottom,” he stopped, realising that he was gabbling. “Oh, just look at my bottom and have done with it,” said Fiona turning round and bending over. “That’s a nasty sting,” said Jonathan, “I think those are dock leaves over there.” “I’m not really sure dock leaves really help,” said Fiona, wiping her tear stained face. “It’s probably just the rubbing,” said Jonathan, massaging the crushed dock leaves gently in. Fiona smiled; there really was something quite nice about having her sore bottom soothed by a passing stranger.  “Don’t stop,” she said, “I think there’s some more dock leaves over there.” Jonathan was only too happy to oblige, and whether it was the dock leaves or not, Fiona’s bottom felt a lot better for the attention it was getting. Jonathan lent her his shirt and they walked back to the hotel together. Fiona attracted a few strange looks at reception asking for a duplicate key patently wearing a man’s shirt and nothing else, but I suppose somewhat fewer than if she hadn’t been wearing even the shirt. She promised to return Jonathan’s shirt to him in the morning. She winked, she might be going to get lucky there, she thought. Jonathan thought he had got lucky already. Armed with her key card Fiona made her way back to the room and slipped in. The girls had already gone to bed, nighties untouched. Fiona decided to do the same. She pulled out her little sofa bed, took off the shirt, put on her pyjamas and slipped beneath the sheets. Thinking of her little adventure, and the pleasure of having her bottom rubbed, her hand moved down between her legs. Oh yes! She would have to! She pulled her pyjama bottoms down and drawing up her knees opened her legs wide. She started rubbing, working her fingers, insinuating them soothingly inside, it was not only soothing, it was really rather pleasurable. She started working her self up into a state of some excitement. Janey and Kitty could hear little groans coming from Fiona’s bed. Janey nudged Kitty and they both giggled. “Sounds like Fiona’s enjoying herself,” said Janey “Is that what they call it?” said Kitty, “I’d have called it something else entirely. Well I think she should start enjoying us instead.” At that moment the shouts of Fiona’s ecstasy echoed round the room. “Come on Fi!” said Janey, “You don’t have to keep it all to yourself. There’s room in the bed for three, and for God’s sake take those ridiculous pyjamas off, Kitty’s already thrown the sword on the floor!”

The Debt by *Lady Lucia* PART SEVEN Liz took a few more hesitant steps into the locker room, feeling a light breeze on her bare back as the door closed behind her and sent a bit of air in her direction. Why couldn’t she have run into Leah, or Ruth, or literally any other friend besides Sarah? Just wanting to get it over with, she picked up her pace and turned the corner, passing section after section of lockers until finding Sarah waiting for her at the farthest one from the entrance. While it looked more or less the same as the girls’ locker room, especially when she and another girl were standing between the two rows of blue lockers, it still felt different. The faint smell of boy was noticeably worse than what she was used to in her locker room, as was just the internal knowledge that this was unfamiliar and inappropriate territory. “About time,” Sarah giggled, blatantly eyeing her. Liz knew that Sarah was only into boys, but it didn’t stop Liz from flushing a little from the once-over as she awkwardly stood in the plain regular-cut pink panties, her hands and arms still tightly held over her bare chest. “Can we just get this over with?” Liz muttered, glancing away. “Sure. Close your eyes.” Sarah said. The confusion on Liz’s face must have been pretty obvious, as Sarah immediately explained. “I don’t want you looking at his combo.” “Oh, umm, right,” Liz replied. She hesitantly complied, letting her eyes flit closed while Sarah unlocked Isaac’s locker. As if she would ever come in here again anyway. In retrospect, it also would have worked if she just turned around or took a few steps away, but it seemed awkward to suggest that now that her eyes were already closed. She heard the faint sound of metal on metal as Sarah spun the red wheel left and right, lightly knocking the lock against the metal behind it as she did so. A few moments later, the telltale sound of a locker being open followed the previous little noises. “Keep them closed. Isaac and I deserve our privacy,” Sarah said. Liz just did as she was told, though she wasn’t a huge fan of losing her vision for so long while undressed. Even though she’d probably hear it if someone else walked in, the ability to glance around had been so important to her when running around topless earlier. And then she felt something brush the outside of her wrists. Before she could utter a single word, something hard and slim snapped Liz’s wrists together. “What-” she opened her eyes in response to the feeling, only to find Sarah standing right in front of her. Liz’s hands were partially zip tied together, and her blonde friend was working too quickly for Liz to resist the coming adjustments. Before, Liz’s hands were on opposite breasts, but Sarah roughly shifted them and pulled the plastic band much tighter, until Liz’s hands were on their proper sides and smushed together while bound. “Sarah! What are you doing?!” Liz could see her nipples bared to the world, and quickly covered herself the only way she could in her current position. With her hands bound, she had no choice but to snap her elbows together at her stomach and use her forearms to cover her boobs. “Oh, haven’t I told you? Isaac and I have been trying out a little bondage. But we haven’t gotten around to finding handcuffs yet.” Sarah smirked. In one sharp motion, she grabbed Liz’s hands and yanked them down. “SARAH!!” Liz gasped. There was nothing she could do about it. Though she managed to force her arms to stop halfway down, resisting the downward force to the best of her ability, her boobs were still totally on display. Firmly holding Liz’s arms in place, Sarah made a blatant show of staring at her bare chest. “Not bad, Liz,” she nodded. “Now apologize for shoving me earlier.” In another swift motion, Sarah let go of Liz’s arms and grabbed her boobs instead. With both hands, she pinched and twisted Liz’s nipples, digging her nails in as well. Liz cried out in pain, trying to squirm away, but found herself unable to pull back without her nipples being pulled the opposite way, and her bound arms couldn’t do shit to break Sarah’s grip. “Ah- Ow, OW!!!” Liz winced from another pinch, then cried out again when Sarah twisted the opposite way. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!” Liz exclaimed. The words spilled out of her mouth in response to the blonde’s unyielding grip. “Sarah, I’m sorry for shoving you! Please- AHH! Please stop!” “There. Was that so hard?” Sarah sunk her nails in one more time, causing Liz to squirm and yelp again, but finally let go. She stepped back, crossing her arms with a stern glare. “Now if you want to be untied, you’re going to do one simple thing for me. Otherwise, good luck finding clothes.” Liz could only look back with watery eyes and a helpless gaze. The moment Sarah let go, she threw her bound arms back over her chest, but the following words made her heart sink. She thought being topless in school was her worse nightmare, but the girl she thought was a friend had found a way to make it infinitely worse. No pants at all. Boys’ locker room. Wrists bound together. Still throbbing nipples. “What- what is it . . .?” Liz hesitantly asked. It’s not like Sarah gave her much of a choice. “Bend over.” Sarah simply said. Cheeks flushing all over again from the suggestive words, Liz did as she was told. She was naturally submissive, and Sarah’s demanding tone combined with her leverage made Liz obey without question. For a moment, she had the horrible thought that Sarah wanted to spank her. But instead, Liz just had to follow more blunt instructions. “Step through your arms.” “Get on your knees.” “Chin to the ground.” It was all so commanding and demeaning, but Liz found herself doing each step without a single word of resistance or complaint. Sarah had all the power, and Liz desperately wanted out of this mess. “Hold still.” As Liz cringed at the thought of her chin touching the cool, dirty floor, Sarah stepped behind her. (For reference, as it’s a tricky visual to put into words. Chin to the ground, and not a blonde, but you get the idea.) And then Liz felt it. This time, her ankles were being zip tied together. “Wait, Sarah!” she finally found her voice again, but only once her feet were bound together just as tightly as her hands. Ignoring Liz’s protest, Sarah grabbed the bound girl’s hands and pulled them back a little. Isaac’s lock clicked into place, and Liz realized as much when she tried to pull her arms free. Sarah had locked both zip ties together, leaving Liz completely stuck. There was no possible way to step back through her arms and undo the position she had gotten herself in. “There. That’s a much better look for you, girl.” Not Liz. Not Elizabeth. Girl. “Sarah-” WHAP Liz felt a sharp stinging as Sarah slapped her slightly uplifted ass. While she gasped and immediately lost whatever thing she was about to say, Sarah chastised her. “Hush, girl. Another word, and I leave you here like this for the boys to find you.” For the second time today, Liz actually squeaked. Whatever words of protest were forming caught in her throat in response to Sarah’s threat, and she managed to suppress them. Only the meek little noise escaped. Not only was she just in her underwear, but she was in the most demeaning and erotic position. True, her boobs were kind of hidden, but her panty-covered ass was jutting out for the world to see. “There. You’re a lot more bearable when your mouth is shut.” Sarah said. “Now stay here and think about how you’re going to be less uptight from now on. I’ll deal with you in a few minutes. Don’t you dare move an inch, girl.” Liz couldn’t see Sarah any more, but she could hear the sound of the blonde’s flats getting more and more distant until she was gone. Just like that, Liz was alone. Bound, nearly naked, and alone in the boys’ locker room. PART EIGHT Sarah softly hummed to herself as she closed the locker room behind her. Standing at the edge of the empty gym, she pulled out her phone and sent off a quick text. The urgency of the words would work; she was sure of it. This. Was. Amazing. Her older sister, Skylar, was an aspiring dominatrix, still in the amateur/exploratory phases of the hobby. Sky had mostly done stuff with guys, but had occasionally experimented with open and willing girls. Sarah and Sky weren’t the kinds of sisters that were weirded out by sexual conversations with the other, so Sky had been more than willing to share about a few of her experiences. While Sky didn’t give a detailed crash course or anything, she at least told Sarah a few fun concepts. Like depriving a sub of his/her name. Like a few different bondage positions. While Sarah enjoyed ideas like “pet” and “toy,” she had actually come up with “girl” herself. Well, “boy,” in Isaac’s case, but it was easy to adapt for Liz. Something about the simplicity of boy/girl spoke to her; the idea of taking away a name and demoting them down to their most basic identifying factor. All while being a bit harsh and controlling, of course. And what the fuck was this day?! It’s not like Sarah had been scheming to do this to Liz or anything. Sure, the girl had some submissive tendencies. Liz was practically Canadian when it came to apologizing. Sarah didn’t know anyone else who said “sorry” as much as the preppy brunette did, and for the most trivial things at that. And then there was the light blushing, the nervous hair twirling, the avoidance of eye contact, and so on. Each quality alone wasn’t that unusual for a teenage girl, of course. But ever since Sarah’s little chats with her older sister, she began noticing little “Dom” and “sub” tendencies in those around her. And of all Sarah’s friends and classmates, Liz really stood out. Because she wasn’t shy. Liz was self assured, but with habits and reactions that gave away her submissive side. Girls like Leah were noticeably shy in comparison, which would make them dull targets. Where's the excitement without a little fight? However, Sarah’s only physical ‘practice’ with such things had been with Isaac. So when a topless Liz fell into her lap (well, collided with her), Sarah couldn’t help but take advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. The difference was, Sarah liked Isaac. It’s why they were dating. Since this was all new to both of them, experimenting was a gradual process. Sarah was hesitant in her dominant words, held back when it came to the physical things, and constantly checked in with him to make sure he could handle it. However, Sarah wasn’t a huge fan of Liz. That meant she wouldn’t have to hold back. ************************************************************************************************************************************************** Liz still held onto the hope that all of this was some opportunistic prank. At the end of the day, they were part of the same friend group, weren’t they? Sure, Sarah was the kind of girl who would be amused by a topless girl in school, but this had already gone pretty far. Zip ties, and in this position? Since the start of high school, Liz had grown a little distant from Sarah, but she hadn’t done anything to warrant this kind of response. People just change. For the worse, in Sarah’s case. Despite Sarah’s parting demands for her to not move an inch, Liz at least lifted her chin off the gross boys’ locker room floor. While it appeared clean, she could only imagine the countless sweaty socks and bare feet in this area as boys changed after an intense gym class. She flushed again when the rebellious movement shifted her weight enough to cause a tiny bit of resistance between her hands and feet. Locked together. She knew that, of course, but it was still fresh enough that every reminder of it made her nervous and embarrassed all over again. Minutes passed, though it felt like hours to Liz while bound and alone on the locker room floor. On the boys’ locker room floor. But finally, she heard the telltale sound of the squeaky locker room door swinging open. While she really wanted to call out Sarah’s name in curiosity, she dreaded the thought of bringing attention to herself if it was someone else. Regardless, she reluctantly lowered her chin back to the ground, thinking that not doing so might give Sarah an excuse to drag this out. Liz was positioned with her pink-clad ass facing the opening that led to the back section of lockers, so all she could do was listen. The echoing of footsteps sounded a little like Sarah’s flats, but she couldn’t be sure. Wait, was that two sets of footsteps? Liz nervously swallowed at the thought, but the resonant locker room made it difficult to tell. Maybe it was just an echo. “Just don’t freak out, okay?” Sarah’s voice. For a moment, Liz thought she was being addressed. Don’t freak out about what? But the second voice confirmed her nerve-wracking suspicions. “Sarah, what the heck?!” That was . . . that was Leah! Liz was sure of it. No longer interested in staying perfectly still, Liz lifted her head to glance behind her. Sure enough, Leah was standing side by side with Sarah, but the shocked look on Leah’s face gave away the fact that she had nothing to do with this. “Leah! Don’t- don’t look . . .” Liz flushed. She didn’t know what else to say. Begging for help would have made more sense, but Leah was the most innocent girl Liz knew. Yeah, Leah had seen glimpses of other girls in panties and bras in the locker room, but never directly. She would always walk by with eyes averted, and keep her gaze locked forward while she changed herself. But now she was faced with Liz’s pantied ass, bare everything else, and a bit of sideboob as she stared down in surprise at what Sarah had brought her to see. If anything, it was less staring and more “deer in the headlights.” After a pregnant pause, Leah finally tore herself away from the sight to look at Sarah instead. Fragmented sentences poured out of her mouth. “You said-” “Emergency.” “Why is Liz-” “Umm, scissors?” By the time Leah finished stumbling over her words, Liz picked up the gist of it. Sarah had claimed an emergency, brought Leah to the empty locker room, and now Leah thought this WAS the emergency. Her innocent friend hadn’t said a word about Liz’s actual near nudity, probably because the first thing she saw (after the blatant ass, of course) was the zip ties and red gym lock. “I did this, Leah.” Sarah said. Honest and straightforward, and a distinct contrast to the flustered, fumbled words of the other girl. “But I thought you might want to take her place.” Leah was a pretty pale girl already, but her face went white at that. “S-Sarah, no . . .” she said. “That’s what I thought,” Sarah said. Liz had already lost her voice again. She wanted to say like a hundred different things, but Leah’s arrival had totally thrown her for a loop. Still keeping her head turned to watch the scene in front of her, all she could do was awkwardly stare up towards the girls from her spot on the floor. Sarah continued, “I could easily do this to you, Leah. Hell, you deserve it for losing my money. However, since Liz butted in earlier, I figured she wouldn’t mind paying for your mistakes.” “Sarah, enough!” Liz exclaimed. For once, her cheeks weren’t the brightest ones in the room. Leah flushing bright pink at everything - the sight of another girl nearly naked, the thought of herself in the same predicament, and the fact that all this was happening in the boys’ locker room. “Shut up, girl!!” Sarah snapped, “One more word, and I call Isaac and tell him and all his friends that Ultimate Frisbee is WAY less exciting than the little treat waiting for them in here. Now, head down.” It was enough to extinguish Liz’s flicker of strength. Like in the school hallway earlier, Liz was really stepping in to defend Leah anyway. But the thought of being seen like this by a dozen boys or so brought her crashing back to reality. “Sorry . . .” Liz murmured. At Sarah’s demand, Liz turned away from the two girls and placed her chin back on the floor. “Better,” Sarah said. “Now then, Leah.” Though Liz could no longer see them, she could easily hear the amused lilt behind Sarah’s direct words. “Here’s the deal.” She paused for a beat, no doubt doing so for effect, then offered Leah a choice. “You can take Liz’s place. Right here, right now. Or you can let her pay for your fuck up.” PART NINE Another long silence fell over the locker room. Liz hated that she couldn’t see what was going on behind her. She could only imagine Leah’s face in response to the awful choice Sarah laid out for her. On the one hand, the whole problem with the concert tickets was because of Leah’s naivety. But to willingly strip down in punishment? Knowing the helpless and mortifying handcuffed position it would leave her in? Though it was on Sarah’s insane terms, part of Liz really hoped Leah would step up. Liz was loyal, and would normally do anything to defend a friend. The whole reason the first domino fell today was due to defending the girl. Between detention, her half naked ‘adventure,’ and this whole ordeal with Sarah, Liz had already suffered more than enough. Aside from a little shove, none of this was her fault. Why should she be the one to pay the price? Sarah’s voice finally broke the silence. “Not sure? Here, I’ll decide for you.” Liz couldn’t see what happened next, but whatever Sarah did immediately broke Leah out of her stupor. “No!” she shrieked, her shrill voice filling the boys' locker room. “No, I can’t, I can’t! She can pay. Liz can pay!!” . . . So much for loyalty. Despite Leah’s innocence, Liz still couldn’t help but be bitter at how quickly the girl caved. “Oh? Then say it.” Sarah said. Liz could hear the sneer in her tone. Could practically see the confident smirk that Sarah so proudly donned whenever she won anything. Normally, those victories were card games and board games, but getting Leah to turn on the very girl who normally had her back probably counted as a victory in the dominant girl’s eyes. “You want Liz tied up. You want Liz naked. You want Liz to pay for your mistakes.” And Leah was quick to repeat it. Liz was still processing the abrupt betrayal in Leah’s high pitched exclamation, but the following words were so much worse to hear. “I want Liz tied up. I want Liz naked. I want Liz to pay for my mistakes.” This wasn’t as much of a panicked fight or flight response. Well, it was, but the direct nature of the words meant that Leah knew exactly what she was agreeing to. And, while the blunt phrases sounded weirdly natural in Sarah’s commanding voice, they really didn’t fit quite as well in the meek, innocent echo. Leah sounded unsure and clumsy as she repeated what she was told to say, but that didn’t matter. She still said it. And that was that. “Great. Stay right there, Leah.” Sarah said. Her flats clacked a few times as she approached Liz, towering over her merely by standing in comparison to Liz’s position. The past few moments had been a whirlwind of emotions, but Sarah’s proximity enough was daunting enough to snap her back to reality. With her chin on the locker room floor, Liz could only see the girl’s slender legs by her side in her peripherals. Then, out of nowhere, she felt two feminine hands on her ass. Liz gasped. She had never been touched below the waist by anyone. And while her rear wasn’t the most private thing in that lower region, it still felt like Sarah was stealing something from her. Liz squeaked and turned crimson as Sarah gave what felt like a slow squeeze, but Liz didn’t yet realize the girl’s true intentions. For the second time in one afternoon, Liz heard a distinct RIIIIIPPP sound, and felt her delicate pink underwear being torn apart. Sarah hadn’t been groping her ass. She had been digging her nails into the backside of Liz’s panties. Liz’s eyes widened in realization, but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it in her current state. For a moment, the material resisted, digging into Liz’s skin in all the wrong places as Sarah pulled. But then it was over as quickly as it had begun. In a flash, her underwear was being whisked away, albeit much more roughly than the precise way Jade did it with her bra and top earlier. “SARAH!!” Liz screamed. The removal of her last piece of clothing, the one covering her most sacred area, was enough to snap Liz out of the submissive silence. Ever since Sarah left her alone here, she had accepted that she would have to suck it up and deal with whatever excessive girl vs. girl prank Sarah had planned. But this was too much. In her demeaning position, Liz squeezed her legs together, praying her little slit wouldn’t be peeking out for Sarah and Leah to see. However, there was nothing she could do about her bare, pert butt sticking out and up. No matter what, Liz’s hands and arms were keeping her from being able to lower her hips all the way down. Wait, Sarah wasn’t the right person to beg! Shifting her head to glance back as best as she was able, Liz focused on Leah. Surely her closer friend wouldn’t allow this. Even if Leah had said the word ‘naked’ herself. Liz hadn’t even considered that Sarah meant 100% naked when she made Leah repeat those words. “Leah, I- MMmphhh!” While she had been getting over the shock of being truly naked, and how insulting and insensitive it was to destroy expensive underwear in a similar but completely different way than Jade did, Sarah had been circling around to her front side. And the moment Liz opened her mouth to address her better friend, Sarah squatted down and stuffed the ruined panties into her mouth. PART TEN “Quiet, girl.” Sarah growled. Her voice was low and controlled. She used two fingers to stuff the remainder of the makeshift gag through Liz’s lips, then clamped her hand over Liz’s mouth to hold the pink underwear in place. Having her own underwear used against her like this was humiliating, as if being naked wasn’t humiliating enough, and Liz desperately shook her head left and right as she gagged a little bit before finding a ‘comfortable’ position for her panties. It was a strange combination of dry and wet, as the cotton both dried out her mouth, but also made her salivate simply due to the fact that she had something in there. “Girl. GIRL. Look at me.” While one hand remained firmly clamped over Liz’s lips, Sarah snaked the other around her neck and yanked her brunette locks HARD. Liz let out something between a whine and a cry, no longer totally in control of her own sounds. The nudity, the gag, and now the roughness all culminated in the worst ways, and some of her reactions were simply guttural responses from embarrassment, suspense, and fear. She looked up at Sarah to the best of her ability, not able to lift her head very far due to the way her body was stuck due to the zip ties. She found the most stern expression waiting for her. Narrowed eyes, an irritated scowl, and an enormous height difference even while Sarah was squatting in front of her. Liz felt more trapped than usual due to Sarah’s unyielding hand over her mouth. “Good girls are quiet and obedient,” Sarah quietly said. In some ways, it was like a parent chastising a child. Rather than yelling, it was the more effective method — soft and intense, making every word hold weight. “Be a good girl, and you’ll be freed after your punishment. But be a bad girl . . .” she trailed off, twirling a strand of Liz’s brunette hair in her fingers. Then, without warning, she gave another hard yank, “Then every boy in our grade will see just how bad you are after lunch.” Liz’s eyes widened. In some ways, it was basically the same threat as before. However, Sarah had found a way to make it worse. It wouldn’t just be a few boys during lunch. It would be a whole locker room full of boys after lunch. Naked and zip tied, surrounded by unsupervised teenage boys she shared classes with. The very thought made her squirm internally. She would never, ever live that down. And, unless a teacher heard the commotion pretty early on, something told her there would be various degrees of unwanted bodily violation as well. Didn’t Sarah care? Surely she could guess what might happen if any girl was left in such an unsupervised and chaotic setting. Once she paused long enough for those words to sink in, Sarah continued, “Nod if you’ll be quiet.” Liz did as she was told, eyes a little teary both from the way she was being treated and from the recent yank on her hair. A reluctant nod to agree to Sarah’s demeaning question. “Nod if you’ll be obedient.” Again, Liz nodded. “Nod if you’re going to be a good girl.” Liz’s cheeks went crimson at the phrase that was somehow both patronizing and wildly inappropriate at the same time, but slowly nodded her head a third time. The motion felt so strange when Sarah had one hand over her mouth and another in her hair, making each nod a little reminder through the faint resistance that she was totally powerless in Sarah's hands while zip tied and naked on the cold locker room floor. “Good,” Sarah smirked. With a tiny warning tug on Liz’s hair, paired with a more firm clamp over her lips, Sarah slowly removed both hands. After all the harsh motions, these final ones were almost teasing and intimate in comparison. Fingers running all the way down Liz’s long brunette locks until reaching the ends, then letting go so the strands gently fell free. Hand loosening over her lips and pulling away until just one finger teasingly traced her lower lip right before detaching completely. However, Sarah remained squatted down for a moment, making sure to stare right into Liz’s defenseless eyes before delivering her first order. Expecting obedience to follow, of course. “Keep my gift to you in your mouth, girl, and stay quiet. Like a good girl.” Another small pause for effect. “Oh, and Lizzie? Head down. Ass up. Now.” It was almost worse than being called ‘girl.’ Family and a few rare friends called her ‘Elizabeth,’ but otherwise she stuck with ‘Liz.’ To her, ‘Lizzie’ felt a little childish and girly, and it totally wasn’t her style. Leave it to Sarah to keep piling on little elements that made this whole ordeal worse. But Liz couldn’t even find it in herself to glare at the rude nickname. Sarah was staring at her with those same demanding eyes, and it’s not like Liz was in a position to do anything but obey. At this point, she had to play along and hope her cooperation would be enough to earn her freedom before things got worse. So, blushing once again at what she was about to do, Liz lowered her face, cringing at the thought. Sure, the school had a janitor, but that didn’t do much against the thought of her face touching the floor where a bunch of boys’ sweaty post-gym feet had been. And, of course, the other part. As Liz lowered her head, she could feel her ass naturally lift a little bit. But, just to ensure she was being ‘obedient’ in response to Sarah’s mortifying demands, Liz made the effort to lift her bare ass a little more. She could only imagine the secondhand embarrassment Leah was going through, or how the girl was faring when seeing such nudity when normally so averse to such things. “Good girl.” Sarah patted Liz twice on the head, then finally stood up again. Once more, Liz was left ‘blind’ to what was going on. Sarah’s legs were the last thing she saw, and then nothing. Both Sarah and Leah were now standing behind her, and Liz was stuck looking at the base of some lockers as her chin remained on the cool floor. Then, out of nowhere, she felt a sharp stinging as a hand cracked down on her exposed ass. Someone just spanked her!! PART ELEVEN Liz had never been spanked before! She lightly yelped at the unexpected feeling, but the sound was muffled through her closed lips and the wadded panties still in her mouth. “Lizzie!!” Sarah exclaimed, “I said ass UP. Be fucking obedient, girl.” Whining a little bit into the gag, Liz did as she was told. What choice did she have? Sarah was going to spank her, something her parents had never considered throughout her childhood, and in the most demeaning way possible. So, knowing it was still either this or letting a bunch of boys see her zip tied and naked on the floor, Liz awkwardly pushed her ass up a little more. Willing thrusting her cheeks out towards the inevitable smacks that would follow the first. Ever the artist in subverting expectations, Sarah did something else entirely. Rather than continue, she turned to address the awkward witness and soon to be reluctant conspirator to all of this. “Here’s your chance, Leah. Spank Lizzie 200 times, one for each dollar you cost me. Do that, and we’re even.” “But-” “But nothing. Would you rather I spank you that many times instead?” “No!” Leah squeaked. “I-I’ll spank her . . .” Liz couldn’t see the scene unfolding behind her, but she heard the betrayal that was just as immediate as before. Her alleged friend, the one she had DEFENDED this morning, was caving so easily. Sure, it was classic psychology — kill, or be killed — but Leah wasn’t even trying to fight or debate for what was ‘right.’ Not even a little bit. No attempts at telling Sarah to call this off, that this was too much. Maybe that would have softened the blow. At least the smallest effort to push back before giving in. But no, the modest girl didn’t repay the favor by coming to Liz’s rescue, or at least trying to. “Good,” Sarah smirked. This was all unfolding better than she had anticipated. A naked Liz running into her was certainly not what she expected when she decided to cut class, but it had been pretty easy to make lemonade out of the situation. Using ‘logic’ on a naked girl worked a lot better than on a clothed one, as the single-mindedness of the still nude brunette had led her down this lovely road. As badly as Sarah wanted her money back, this was better. The girl who shoved her, getting well beyond what she deserved. Detention was sweet, but this was sweeter. And the girl who screwed her out of $200 doing something so against her nature. By the end of this, Leah would wish she had just found a way to repay the money owed. Knowing Leah was in too deep to do anything but listen, Sarah laid out a few ‘rules’ for both girls to hear. “Leah, every spank needs to be as hard as mine, or harder. If you hold back, we’re going to have a problem. Lizzie, if you make a sound or lower your ass, it’ll be way more than 200.” Sarah hated that one rule, even as she said it. ‘No sound.’ She would have so loved to hear those squeaks and whines being muffled by Liz’s own panties, but it wasn’t worth the risk. Locker rooms echo, and some passerby might hear and subsequently investigate, which would potentially ruin the fun. Of course, the spanking itself would make some noise, but that was a risk Sarah was willing to take. Glancing at her little silver wristwatch, Sarah noted the time. More than enough to deliver Liz’s punishment and finish up in here with her. “Ready, Leah? Alternate cheeks for me. 100 on each, and make them all count. Ready? Go.” There was one more bit of fun that Sarah was keeping to herself. No matter how good Leah’s first spank was, Sarah planned on telling her it wasn’t enough. Just to really drive the point home for Liz and her bare, defenseless ass. That no one fucks with Sarah Lewis. WHACK. Liz squeezed her eyes shut as Leah delivered the first blow. No sound. Ass up. The first ‘rule’ was going to be difficult. Even though Liz knew it was coming this time, as Sarah told Leah when to begin, the sharp sting of the spank nearly made her squeak in response. That’s just what happens when something hurts! And Sarah was taking away her body's natural reaction by not allowing it. “Leah! What the fuck?!” Sarah exclaimed, “Is that the best you can do?” The words barely registered to Liz before a much sharper slap landed on the same cheek. Leah was very quick to obey this time, and the ‘correction’ stung a lot more the second time around. If every spank was going to be that hard, this was going to be rough. SMACK. WHAP. SCHWAP. Each spank was hard and deliberate. Rather than a fast, alternating rhythm, Leah wound up for every single slap, wanting to be sure that each one would live up to Sarah’s standards. CRACK. THWAP. SMACK. WHAP. While Leah wasn’t a merciless girl, it certainly felt like it in this moment. It was impossible to think about anything but the stinging sensation, and the blows kept on coming. Ten. Twenty. Forty. Eighty. One hundred. Fifty spanks on each cheek, each one seemingly harder than the last. It took everything in Liz’s power to hold back dozens of little sounds she could feel forming in her throat as the torrent of slaps rained down on her bare backside. She was so focused on that ‘rule’ that the other directive slipped her mind every now and then. Purposely jutting her ass up and out wasn’t that natural, even in the humiliating pose, and being spanked again and again subconsciously made her body want to shrink down. Of course, Sarah wasn’t having any of that. Every time Liz lowered her extended rear even a little bit, she was quick to chastise the naked girl. “Lizzie! ASS. UP. That’s ten more spankings. It’s going to be another ten if you fuck it up again!” Liz didn't know if Sarah meant an additional ten in total, or ten on each. She could only pray for the former. Deliberate as the stinging slaps were, Liz still lost track somewhere along the way. Someone was counting, right?! No one was doing it out loud, but surely Leah or Sarah were paying attention, right? It’s not like Liz could answer if asked, for a number of reasons. By the time Leah reached the halfway point, she paused. Liz’s ass was a deep shade of pink, and Sarah was now fully smirking at the scene before her. This was amazing. Delicious. Perfect. Free period would never be the same again. Why relax in the middle of school, when torturing girls (and guys, probably) that clearly deserved it was an option? Watching Liz’s round ass jiggle with each of Leah’s spanks was beyond amazing, especially while observing the bound brunette twitching and desperately attempting to keep her butt raised. Attempting to stay quiet as well. Surely that silence wouldn’t hold. Not when those cheeks were already dark pink, and well on their way to a lovely red. “Why did you stop?” Sarah asked, forcing as much annoyance into her voice as possible. “Umm. My hand . . .” Leah muttered. She blushed and glanced away. Clearly afraid of Sarah in this moment. Rightfully so, after witnessing what Sarah was capable of doing to another girl. Sarah low key loved that she was getting all the credit, because the entirety of the stripping was an unexpected blessing that she hadn’t been in any way a part of. Save for landing Liz in detention, of course. Those two words were enough for Sarah to understand. Spanking someone takes its toll. She could only imagine the frustration Liz must feel of her punisher complaining of a sore hand when currently suffering from something a lot worse. It was actually a good opportunity. One, she didn’t want the last half of Liz’s spankings to be weaker than the first. Two, this opened a really fun door. “Hold on, Leah,” Sarah said. She rolled her eyes and shot a tiny glare at the girl, letting her know that such a complaint was putting her on thin ice. Anything to keep control of the fully clothed girl who could run away at any moment if pushed too far. Sarah sauntered over to her still open locker. Well, Isaac’s locker, but same difference. It only took a moment to retrieve another little instrument the two of them had been experimenting with in the bedroom. Just not quite to this degree. Turning back around, Sarah held it up for Leah to see. The perfect object to fix Leah’s sore hand and simultaneously make this a LOT worse for Liz: A wooden paddle.

The Academy by storyguy The Academy – 7 Their time at the beach had proved to be fun. It was nice to get away from the school work and the tension of school living. For a brief time, things were just like they had been at home; no nudity, no exposure, just a group of teens at the beach. A few seemed to be paired off, like boyfriend/girlfriend, but that was normal too. They enjoyed their little break but soon it was time to go back to reality. Upon their return, Beth and Nick walked into their room. Both still had studying to do. Without much thought, Beth reached behind her neck and undid the tie of her swim suit. She pushed it down, pulled her robe from her closet, and put it on without bothering with any other clothing. When she looked up, she saw Nick just standing there and looking at her. He still had his swim suit on. He almost seemed to be in a daze. “What?” she asked. Nick jumped slightly when she spoke. “Ah… um… nothing,” he mumbled as he turned away from her. Beth stared at him for a moment. He dropped his swim suit to the floor and grabbed his boxer briefs. She wasn’t really looking at his nudity but more studying him, trying to figure out why he hadn’t changed when she had. Suddenly it dawned on her – he had been watching her. Granted, he had seen her many times before but she had never had the feeling of “being watched” and it was something new. It made her feel a little uneasy. He had almost been transformed into “one of the girls” in her mind. He didn’t look like a girl but he didn’t “act” like a boy to her either. She pondered the situation for a while. Something seemed different now. Nick had become a boy to her all of a sudden, and she was a girl. Although still covered by her robe, Beth now felt naked instead of just undressed. There was another difference too. Nick, being a boy, was becoming sexual to her. He wasn’t just a roommate. He was a boy sharing a room with her. Beth forced the thoughts from her mind. She had studying to do. Nick had dressed completely and was at his desk, completely ignoring her. He was now acting the same as he always had, but Beth sensed things might be different now. Her attention turned to her books. The scrape of Nick’s chair on the floor made her look up. “I gotta go to the bathroom,” he said. Although partners were supposed to stay together, sometimes a lone person would go to the bathroom. It was acceptable as their partner could be studying, sleeping, or otherwise unavailable to accompany them. Beth usually took advantage of the break and would go with him, using the bathroom at the same time. This time she didn’t. Nick hesitated, waiting for Beth to stand evidently. When she didn’t, he walked out of the room alone. Beth, now being by herself, tried to sort out her feelings. Nick probably had done nothing differently than he had ever done before and Beth couldn’t understand why she felt different. For some unknown reason, she didn’t want Nick to see her naked now. Beth stood and walked to her drawers. She opened her underwear drawer and chose the most conservative ones she had. They were still bikini style, but not sheer like some she had. Letting her robe fall open, Beth stepped into them. As she pulled them up, Nick entered the room. “Why are you getting dressed?” he questioned. Beth couldn’t think of an excuse she could give him. How was she supposed to say she didn’t want him to look at her now after he had seen her so many times before? “Ah… um… I was going to take a walk,” she stuttered. She hadn’t planned to leave the room but it was the only thing that came to mind. “OK,” Nick accepted. It then hit Beth she couldn’t go out walking wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a robe; she’d have to finish getting dressed. That meant removing her robe, exposing her breasts. Beth tried to think of a way to dress and not expose herself. There wasn’t any way to do that though. Even if she forgoed her bra, something she had never done before, she would still have to take her robe off. She decided to do that though. She knew she could put a top on much quicker that she could put a bra on. If she had to expose herself, the least time she was open the better. Beth grabbed the first top her hand hit. As the robe slipped off one arm, she stuffed it into the top. The robe hardly had hit the floor before she was pulling the top down over her breasts. Quickly she stepped into a pair of shorts, pulling them up to cover herself. A sigh of relief went through her now that she felt covered, until she noticed her top. She had grabbed what was probably her thinnest and tightest top. She may have been covered but her breasts were neatly outlined. Her nipples poked out proudly. Beth had never thought of herself as well endowed but now she felt like her chest was huge. Her nipples felt like flashing beacons crying for attention. Trying her best to ignore everything, Beth turned and walked out of the room. Nick followed his partner out of the room. She walked down the hall without waiting for him or even acknowledging the fact he was with her. Out the door of the dorm the two went into the darkness. Beth still hadn’t spoken or even looked at him. “What’s wrong?” Nick finally asked. Beth stopped but remained silent. She was trying to put into words what she was feeling. “You looked at me,” she finally mumbled. “What?” Nick asked, now completely confused. “In the room… you watched me undress,” Beth explained. Nick looked at her very puzzled. “What are you talking about? We’ve both seen each other hundreds of times.” “I know… I’m all confused. It’s not your fault; it’s me. I just felt funny when you watched me undress. Oh, Nick, I know it’s not you,” Beth explained. “Are you afraid I’ll hurt you or something?” Nick wondered. “No… yes… oh, I don’t know,” Beth blurted. “I’d never hurt you. I like you,” Nick admitted. “You’re kinda special to me. I like looking at you – you’re pretty. I, um…” He stopped in mid sentence. Suddenly it hit Beth what the difference was. She liked him too. “If we weren’t partners and stuff, would you ask me out on a date?” Nick looked at her and blushed. As he did, he nodded. Beth glanced around. They were in center campus and under a tree. There was no one else around and very little light but enough to see each other. As quickly as things changed before, they seemed to change again. Instead of wanting to hide from Nick, Beth wanted him to see her. She thought for a moment and then brought her hands to the bottom edge of her top. Slowly she lifted it to her neck, exposing her tits to Nick. She reached out and took his hand. Nervously she pulled it to her chest. Beth took a deep breath before placing Nick’s hand on her tit. At first he pulled away slightly but she held him, preventing his drawing away. Soon the pressure of his pulling ceased. Beth looked at Nick and smiled. His hand, still being covered with hers, rested on her breast. He smiled back at her. She dropped her hand to her side, confident Nick would leave his hand where it was. She had been touched by him before but always for school work. It was more of an examination than anything else. This was different. Nick was touching her sexually. It both frightened her a little and excited her. Granted, she had initiated the action but the first time for anything was a little unsettling. Her nipple hardened under his palm. It felt strange to have a little pebble being pushed into her tit as Nick gently pushed his hand onto her. Except for the slight increase in pressure, Nick didn’t move for a while. Beth began to wonder if she had done anything wrong. She thought boys would jump at the chance to maul a girl’s breasts but Nick wasn’t doing anything. Nick soon began to move his hand. Little shocks went through Beth’s body as Nick started gently squeezing her tit. That damp feeling began between her legs. Her nipple seemed to poke out even further. He brought his other hand to her free tit. Beth felt those little flutters in her stomach as both her tits began to be rubbed. Her breathing began to get deeper. Beth was getting more aroused by the moment. She could feel the wetness in her panties as they began to stick to the skin around her slit. She looked at Nick’s crotch and noticed his erection straining against his jeans. She wanted to touch it but couldn’t find enough courage to be that bold. Instead the image of his erection replayed in her mind. She tried to recall what it felt like the few times she had touched it, but she had been so nerved up, the whole thing seemed like a blur. Nick’s rubbing was getting more animated. He twirled her nipples between his fingertips making her weak in the knees. He had just recently done the same thing during one of their anatomy classes but that had been embarrassing to her. This was arousing. Her need to climax was getting more intense. Taking the risk of disappointing Nick, Beth pulled her top back down. Nick’s hands remained on her tits though. Reluctant to make him stop, Beth let him continue to rub her. She was beginning to loose control though. Her pussy was wetter than she ever remembered it being and the urge to grab Nick’s cock and pull it out of his pants was getting greater. Beth reached up to Nick’s hands and hesitantly pulled them from her heaving chest. Immediately she felt that “missing something” feeling. She almost placed them back again but wasn’t prepared to go any further, at least not there, out in the open in the center of the campus. “Let’s go back to the room,” she whispered. Nick looked disappointed and then another expression overtook his face. “Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away,” he apologized. In reality he hadn’t intended to be sexual with Beth. She was special to him and he wasn’t willing to risk her wrath just for a little thrill. The feeling of her small but well formed breasts had actually been the first he had ever touched, except for school naturally. At this point they were the only ones too. It was more than just feeling a girl up though. The breasts were Beth’s. “That’s OK… I liked what you did,” Beth smiled. Her top was still hung up on her tits. Beth let Nick look at them a little while longer before she finally reached up and adjusted the garment. Although now covered, her nipples protruded noticeable from her top. Beth blushed slightly. “Look what you’ve done…” “They’re trying to get closer to me,” Nick teased, as a big grin formed on his face. Beth’s eyes dropped momentarily. “If he only knew,” she thought. She looked back up at him. He was not grinning anymore, just smiling pleasantly. She couldn’t resist. Beth wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She had kissed a boy before but it had never been like this. Her lips pressed against his. She could feel his erection against her belly. He seemed to be hard all the time but this time he was hard because of her. She liked that. Trying to be less than completely obvious, Beth pushed against the hard object in Nick’s pants. As she did, he pushed back. She knew he realized what she had done but it wasn’t important. His hard cock was her stamp of approval. Reluctantly Beth broke off the kiss and inched away from Nick’s body. “Let’s go back to the room,” she repeated. “OK,” Nick agreed. He didn’t seem disappointed this time, which disappointed her a little. She turned and started walking. Suddenly she felt him take her hand. He smiled at her and the two headed, hand in hand, toward the dorm. The Academy – 8 Beth dropped Nick’s hand as they entered the dorm. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hold his hand anymore, but she was still a little shy about any act which might indicate there was something between the two of them. She had never had a boyfriend and all these new sensations were still embarrassing to her. Nick seemed to sense her uneasiness as he didn’t try to grab her hand again. They walked down the hall, side by side, trying to act as they usually had. Once in the room things quickly changed. The door hardly closed when Nick grabbed her and kissed her again. His hands quickly found her tits. Suddenly Beth became nervous. She didn’t mind being kissed or even felt up, but this was all new to her. “Um… I want to take a shower,” she mentioned when their kiss broke. “OK,” Nick moaned, trying to mask his disappointment as best he could. Their little session ended as they grabbed towels. The two headed to the shower. They undressed in silence. Beth blushed slightly at Nick’s erection. She had seen it before but this time seemed a little different – it was hard because of her. Beth was thankful she wasn’t a boy. At least when she felt randy there wasn’t something as obvious for everyone to see. Together the pair stepped under the shower. The water spraying on her body felt good but did little to put out the fire of desire burning within her. The sensations frightened and were foreign to her. She had never really thought too much about boys. Beth enjoyed masturbating but somehow that seemed different. She occasionally did fantasize about boys but fantasy and reality were two different things. Her thought were disturbed when Nick asked, “Want me to wash your back?” “Um… Ah… Yeah… OK, I guess,” she stammered. It wasn’t a big deal to have Nick wash her back for her; he’d done it for her before. Things were different now and she was afraid of what she was feeling. The feeling of Nick’s soapy hand sliding across her skin sent shivers up Beth’s spine. Although she was still frightened, her state arousal was high too. Slowly her eyes closed as Nick slowly washed her back. The soothing water flowing over her front and Nick’s soapy hand rubbing her back was beginning to wear down her defenses. Her eyes snapped open as Nick’s hand slid down to her ass; something he had never done before. Confusion reigned in her mind. His touch did feel good but was she ready to let him do that? Before she had time to decide what to do, his hand returned to her back. Her senses remained on alert for a few minutes but he made no other attempt to repeat his action so she once again relaxed. A few minutes later, however, Nick did repeat his actions. This time both hands went to her ass. His touch was gentle, but firm, as he slowly worked his slippery hands around her ass cheeks. She liked Nick and his touch felt wonderful to her. That was the problem though – she liked it. She wanted him to stop but was afraid he would. The worst part was she felt her body beginning to respond. “Um… want me to wash your back?” Beth asked, turning slightly so her ass and his hand would break contact. She was a little surprised to see the dreamy gaze in his eyes. It took a moment for the question to sink into Nick’s mind. Sex was the only thing going through it. “Yeah… sure,” he finally muttered as he turned his back to her. With her tension now gone, Beth took the soap and began to wash Nick’s back. It was strange because she noticed how strong his back felt to her this time. With the soap making her hand slippery, it slid easily across him. She could feel each muscle. Beth wondered why she had never noticed before. She glanced down at his ass. It was the same ass as she had seen many times before but somehow it looked nicer this time. Beth thought about running her hand to it to see what it felt like but couldn’t find enough courage to carry out her thought. She contented herself to just wash his back, but was still dying to feel his ass. A few times she lowered her hand to just below where his pants would sit, but then lost her courage again. For the first time since she had been at the school Beth completely forgot about the fact she too was nude. Beth had completely lost track of time. Her mind was focused on the backside of the naked boy in front of her. Without warning, Nick turned to face her. Her hand had been at his lower back and when he turned, her hand ended up only millimeters from his raging hardon. For a moment she just stared at his manhood and then looked up at his face, leaving her hand where it was. Nick smiled at her but, aside from that, made no movements and didn’t speak. Somehow finding the courage, Beth lowered her hand and let it lightly run across his manhood. It wasn’t the first time she touched him as that had been during on of their classes. This wasn’t for class and she wasn’t studying him. This time it was sexual. She watched as his smile grew. Her eyes remained glued to his. Beth suddenly became aware of Nick’s hand on her lower belly. Her first instinct was to slap the intruder away but she didn’t. Her hand was exploring his balls and she couldn’t tell him he couldn’t touch her the same way. Although it was scary to have a boy’s hand going between her legs, especially when it wasn’t “for school”, she didn’t want him to stop. Slowly his hand slid down her stomach. Beth’s breath sucked in as Nick’s hand ran across her now hairless pussy. Almost as though they had a mind of their own, her legs parted slightly, giving him access to her treasure. She jumped as a finger slid down her slit, bumping her clit as it did. She had never been so frightened, and so wanting at the same time, in her life. The sound of the door creaking made them both jump apart. “Hi,” someone said as another set of partners walked into the shower. Beth hoped they hadn’t seen what Nick and she had been doing. Her face remained red as the two rinsed off. “Let’s go back to the room,” she suggested to Nick. Although she didn’t like other people around when she showered, this was worse because Beth thought Nick and she might have been caught. She was completely humiliated. Beth dried off quickly and then wrapped the towel around her. She had always dressed before, but she was anxious to get back to the solitude and security of their room; and away from the couple who may have caught them. “Come on… hurry up!” she urged. “Aren’t you going to dress?” Nick questioned. “We can get dressed in the room. Come on…” Beth urged. Nick wrapped his towel around his waist and was practically dragged away by Beth. She rushed down the hall and into the room, closing and locking the door behind them. For a minute she just leaned against the door trying to relax. Nick leaned into her and kissed her. Beth returned the kiss, enjoying his attention and happy they were alone and wouldn’t be bothered again. Nick’s hand quickly found her tit again and he began to massage it. His action made Beth a little nervous but she did like kissing him and, from a 14 year old’s view, what Nick was doing was to be expected. He wasn’t being rough or anything and his caressing did feel nice to her so she didn’t stop him. After kissing a few minutes against the door, Nick pulled her away from it, spun her around, and pushed her onto her bed. As he did, he grabbed her towel and pulled it apart letting it fall to the floor. Beth found herself naked in her bed with Nick. She hadn’t noticed but his towel was also on the floor; he was lying next to her also naked. Almost immediately he began to kiss her again. Beth could feel his stiff prick push into her belly. His hand was on her breast as he kissed her passionately. It was something she hadn’t expected. She panicked and pushed him away. “What’s the matter?” he asked. “I don’t want to do that. I’m not ready,” she admitted. “OK,” Nick sighed. He quickly went from aggressor to beaten. A disappointed look came over his face. “I thought you liked me. When you said not to get dressed, I thought…” Beth looked into his eyes and suddenly felt guilty for stopping him. In the last few months he had never done anything to her and had always seemed to respect her wishes. He had even gone as far as turning his back at times when she was changing, even though she hadn’t expected him to. This situation hadn’t been his fault. Thinking about it, he was hard because of her and had acted because of what she had done and what she had said to him. She also knew, or at least thought she knew, how boys got when they were encouraged. She looked down not wanting to see the disappointment on his face, which was also her fault. What she saw was his still hard cock between them. He deserved better that that she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath, she reached down and touched his erection. It was something still new to her and, in a moment of weakness, she wanted to examine it more. “You don’t have to do that,” he consoled. His words cut through her like a knife making her feel even worse. As soon as the words left his mouth she knew she had deceived him again. He had to be referring to something she hadn’t even thought of. Now she had a major dilemma. She couldn’t very well tell him she just wanted to feel his cock because she’d look naïve and childlike. Beth could see only one way out of her situation. “I know… I want to.” Now committed, she carefully wrapped her hand around his pole. She’d touched him before but never like this. He wasn’t a school subject now and she had time to really concentrate on his treasure. Beth thought it strange how she had never noticed how hot his erection felt in her hand. She wondered what it felt like to him. Did it hurt? Her grip so far was very light. Was it too light? He did feel hard to her but she wasn’t sure if it would hurt her if she squeezed too tightly. Beth moved her other hand down. Timidly she began to run her fingers around his sack. She knew within it was his testicles, or balls as some called them. Right now she kind of liked thinking of them as balls. She let her fingers trace around each of the encased globes. Beth was still puzzled about how boys could walk around with such things between her legs. She remembered the discomfort of having a pad between her legs when she first started her periods. Having something between her legs all day, every day would drive her crazy. Nick suddenly shifted, bringing Beth’s focus back to what she was trying to do. Beth had heard other girls talk about “jerking off” boys, as they called it, but had never really listened to them much as she had no interest in such things. Right now she wished she had listened. She knew, with the right stimulation, boys would ejaculate but she wasn’t sure what that right stimulation was. Beth suddenly remembered one girl had said something about running her hand up and down a boy’s penis. With no other knowledge to go on, Beth decided she’d try. Hoping it was the right thing to do, Beth began to timidly stroke Nick’s cock. It was a strange sensation for her. She watched as his foreskin covered, and then uncovered his cockhead. A smile came across her face as she thought about this log always being between Nick’s legs. No wonder boys were always hard. Every time they moved they’d stimulate themselves. Beth had been so engrossed in the cock in her hand she had almost forgotten it belonged to Nick. A low groan came from him, startling Beth. “Am I doing something wrong?” she gasped. “No… it’s fine… you’re doing great… it feels sooo good!” Nick half answered between deep breaths. His comment made Beth happy. She had been quite unsure of herself but he liked what she was doing. She was also excited about what she was doing. She was actually doing something sexual with a boy. Her glee was cut short when Nick sucked in his breath sharply. At first she thought he might have been getting sick when a loud groan came from him and then his cum hit her belly. Beth quickly looked down as her hand snapped away from Nick’s prick. Her eyes widened as another shot of cum erupted from his cock and again plastered her belly. She learned something new - Boy’s cocks pulsate when they cum. Beth was fascinated as his cock moved, jerking as it spewed out more cum. All too soon it stopped though. Beth ran her finger through the globs on cum on her belly. “Sorry,” Nick muttered. “That’s OK,” Beth mumbled as she continued to examine her first sighting of cum. Nick moved but Beth hadn’t paid much attention to him until a towel appeared between them. She smiled as Nick wiped his cum from her belly. “I guess we should have done it before we showered,” she grinned. The Academy – 9 The room was dark, Nick seemed to already be asleep, but Beth was staring at the ceiling. The events of the night played through her mind like a movie. Nick’s cum had fascinated her. She had wanted to examine it more but was much to shy to tell him not to wipe it off her until she was through playing. She had managed to taste it and found it wasn’t as bad as she had expected. She had heard other girls talking about “swallowing” and had thought the idea was disgusting. Curiosity had gotten the better of her and as Nick was wiping her belly off she had licked the finger she had swirled through his cum. She hadn’t climaxed yet either. Although satisfied with her job on Nick, her body was still in need. They had both gone to bed nude that night. Beth’s fingers found her still moist pussy. She had to fight not to cry out when a tremendous climax overtook her. Finally, now satisfied, she fell asleep. “Come on! It’s time to wake up!” Nick said as he gentle shook Beth. “Mmmm…” Beth moaned in a groggy voice as her eyes opened. Next to her stood a smiling Nick. He was still nude and his ever present hardon bobbed gently. The sight of it, and what had happened the previous night made her smile. Somehow he didn’t seem “naked” to her this morning; just not wearing any clothes. “Get up! Let’s go get breakfast. I’m starved!” he urged. Beth started to stir and then realized she was nude also. Instinct made her hesitate. After last night, though, it didn’t seem to matter now. Shyly she climbed out of her bed. Beth walked to her drawers and pulled out her clothes for the day. As she laid them out on the bed, she looked up to see Nick, still nude, sitting on his bed watching her. Her cheeks flushed slightly. “What are you waiting for? You going to get dressed or what?” “I just like seeing your body,” he grinned. What had bothered her so much yesterday didn’t seem as bad today. Beth made no attempt to hide herself from him. “I wish mine was better,” she blushed. “I don’t have much.” “Well, some might be bigger but none are better,” he answered. Beth smiled. His compliment had pleased her, even though she knew the truth. Nick watched her as she dressed, which still made her a little nervous. She made sure her panties were up before she repeated, “You going to get dressed?” This time Nick did respond though. The two were quickly dressed and in the dining hall. They got their food and then noticed a girl sitting alone at a table. Beth recognized her as a girl who was in a few of her classes. Without consulting Nick, she went to the table and sat down with the girl. Nick naturally followed. Beth was a little puzzled as to why she was alone. “Where’s um, Mike?” she asked, remembering his name as she spoke. “He dropped out,” the girl answered as her eyes began to fill with tears. “He said he didn’t like it here and wanted to leave. I asked him what I was supposed to do and he said he didn’t care. I thought we were going out.” “So are you staying?” Nick asked. “I don’t know… I really wanted to come here… Mike even came with me… I’m not sure what I want… Coming here was the most important thing I ever wanted, aside from Mike…” the girl sobbed. “Well you should stay then,” Beth consoled. “Why don’t you hang with us today?” “What’s her name?” Nick whispered to Beth. “I can’t remember,” she whispered back. “I’d only be in the way,” the girl answered. “No you won’t! It will be fun! We’ll be a partnership of three!” Beth tried to encourage. “OK. As long as you don’t mind… I know you’re Elizabeth, but I don’t know your name,” the girl said looking at Nick. “I’m Sharon.” “I’m Nick,” he smiled, finally learning her name. “Please call me Beth. I hate the name Elizabeth,” Beth grinned; relieved she too knew the girl’s name. The three chatted for a bit and Sharon began to settle. They finished and Beth and Nick headed back to their room to gather their books. Sharon followed them. The trio stopped at the bathroom on their way, each doing their thing, before continuing to their room. “You’re lucky! He’s bigger than Mike was,” Sharon whispered to Beth. Beth blushed. She had never really paid much attention to how big, or small, Nick was. Naturally she had seen other boys but just hadn’t paid much attention to them. She was usually too engrossed in her own exposure. The fact that Sharon had noticed surprised Beth. “Thanks,” Beth whispered back before she realized what she was saying. “Are you guys like ‘together’ or anything?” Sharon asked. “No,” Beth answered, not really knowing how to answer. “Good! Mind if I go after him?” Sharon questioned. Beth kicked herself for not telling Sharon how she really felt about Nick, but they weren’t actually a couple. “Go ahead, I don’t care,” Beth resigned. “What are you guys whispering about?” Nick asked. “Nothing!” both girls answered, almost in unison, before both breaking out in laughter. Nick looked at them, shook his head, and then started laughing himself. The rest of the morning was uneventful, except for what appeared to be a growing attraction between Nick and Sharon. At first Beth was a little jealous and resentful, but she had admitted to Sharon there was nothing between Nick and her. Beth actually liked Sharon. Classes for the day finally ended and the three were heading back to the dorm. “Um… would you guys mind if I went to your room to study? I really don’t want to go back to my room and be alone,” Sharon asked, looking at Nick. Nick looked at Beth and then back at Sharon. Understandably he wasn’t quite sure how to answer. He didn’t mind having Sharon around but it was Beth’s room too. Rather than answer, he said nothing. Beth, too, wasn’t sure what to say. Nick and Sharon seemed to be enjoying each other’s company. After spending the day with them, and getting over her little bout with jealousy, Beth didn’t want to stand in the way of anything, but she really didn’t want to encourage it either. Sharon was beginning to show signs of uneasiness. Beth noticed and knew Nick must have also. It occurred to her that maybe Nick hadn’t answered because of her. “Sure, why not?” Beth finally said, breaking the silence. Both Sharon and Nick smiled at the answer. After walking a little further, Sharon stated, “I feel like a shower. Can we stop by my room on the way to yours so I can get a towel?” “No problem,” Nick answered. The three finally ended up in Beth and Nick’s room. After a brief “sight seeing” tour of the room, Sharon plopped down on Nick’s bed. “Mind if I use your bed to study on?” she asked. “Hey, let’s go shower now, before everybody else crowds in there,” she added. It seemed like a good idea so the three headed to the showers. Even though Sharon was a girl, Beth felt a little uneasy stripping in front of her. She thought the other two might feel the same way as well as they, too, were undressing quite slowly. They seemed to be watching each other also, which didn’t make sense if they were feeling shy. Beth was surprised as Sharon’s skirt fell revealing she was wearing a thong underneath. Beth had worn thongs on occasion also, but never with a skirt. She wondered if Sharon was blushing about it, but Sharon’s back was toward her so she couldn’t tell. As Sharon’s bra slipped down her arms, a smile came across Nick’s face. The grin made Beth feel a little inadequate knowing Sharon was much bigger that she was. Nick’s and Sharon’s underwear seemed to drop at the same time. Nick was sporting his usual hardon. Beth wondered if he was embarrassed by it. She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. As she did, she wondered what Sharon would think of her bare pussy. It had only been a day since she had shaved and there wasn’t even stubble showing. She wondered if Sharon was shaved too. Sharon turned around, answering Beth’s question. Between her legs was the darkest, fullest bush Beth had seen. Although Sharon was the almost the same age as Beth, there was years of difference in their bodies. Sharon’s tits were large and well formed, as Beth had suspected. Between them, the large bush between her legs, and the curves of her body, Sharon could have easily passed for a girl at least five years older than she actually was. The only give away would have been a young looking face. Next to her, Beth felt like a little girl again – small chest and a bald pussy. There was nothing she could do about it right now though. Sharon grabbed a razor out of her things. “Nick, would it embarrass you if I shaved?” she demurely asked. “No, I don’t care. I’ve seen girls shave before,” he replied with a smile. The three walked into the shower. Beth was under one and Nick and Sharon shared the one next to hers even though they were the only ones there and there were plenty of available shower heads. Obviously neither Nick nor Sharon minded the other seeing them naked. Beth stuck her head under the spray of water. She hadn’t planned on washing her hair but it seemed like a good way to hide from reality at this point. With her eyes closed and the sound of the water drowning out all other noise, it was almost like she was alone. Beth just remained still for a time, enjoying the solitude. She knew she’d have to face the world though, so she washed her hair, rinsed it, and then rinsed the soap residue from her face. As she wiped away the excess water she opened her eyes. What she saw made her eyes open wide. “What are you doing?” she gasped. Sharon was standing, facing Nick. One of her feet was planted on the floor but the other was on the wall, opening her legs quite wide. “I’m shaving, dummy! I hate the feeling of hair between my legs so I shave there,” she chuckled. At first Beth didn’t believe the explanation but then it made sense. With such a thick bush, Sharon would naturally have hair growing along her slit. Beth still could not believe Sharon was in such a position facing Nick. No doubt he could see everything she had to offer. Nick didn’t seem to be minding though. His eyes were glued between her legs and his perpetual hardon seemed to be waving to her. Beth shrugged as she continued to shower. If Sharon wanted to show off for Nick, so what? She turned her back to them. “Let’s go,” she heard Sharon say and the two headed for the shower exit. Beth followed them and the three dried off. There were hair dryers provided and Beth grabbed one of them off the wall. “Nice,” she heard Sharon say in a low voice. Beth glanced up in the mirror. Obviously Sharon hadn’t thought of that. Her hand was between Nick’s legs. At first she just rubbed with the flat of her hand and then she wrapped her fingers around his erection. Beth looked at the reflection of Nick’s face, expecting him to be bright red with humiliation. She couldn’t have been more wrong. He was grinning! Beth then saw his arm move. She couldn’t see exactly where he placed his hand but it wasn’t hard to figure out. Sharon’s legs separated a little. She looked back up at Nick’s face and it looked like he mouthed something. Sharon nodded. “We’ll meet you back in the room,” Nick announced. Before Beth could say anything, the two, now wrapped in towels, grabbed their clothes and headed out the door. Beth finished drying her hair and dressed slowly. She liked Nick on one hand, but wondered what it would be like living in the same room with him and everything if he had a girlfriend. One thing was sure – she wouldn’t share him with another girl. If he wanted someone else, that was fine but he wouldn’t have her too, except as a friend. She gathered her things and headed for the room. On the way she had met one of the dorm monitors. He had asked about Nick and she lied telling him she just went to the bathroom and he was studying. He looked at her shower things but let the explanation pass. He did watch her, though, as she walked down the hall to her room. Quietly she opened the door and slipped in; thankful he hadn’t questioned her more. Beth and the monitor continued eye contact as she walked into her room. The door being closed finally ended it. She turned. Evidently Sharon and Nick had not heard her walk into the room. Sharon was flat on her back on Nick’s bed. He was lying between her outstretched legs. They were both obviously nude… and fucking! Beth, for a moment, could only stare. Her mouth was open but nothing would come out. She knew what they were doing; she knew all about it – from books. She had even seen a couple of dogs doing it, but this was people; and people she knew. The most prominent thing Beth noticed was Nick’s bare ass. It was rapidly bobbing up and down. As his hips shot forward, his ass muscles clenched, seemingly trying to add force to his plunge. Below his ass, and between his legs, his ball sack swung wildly from the movements. When Nick bottomed out, his sack swung forward, crashing into Sharon’s ass. Beth’s eyes widened as she noticed she could actually see his cock going into Sharon. When Nick pulled back, his stiff erection pulled almost entirely out of her pussy. Briefly the glistening member saw the light of day before again plunging into that dark cave inside Sharon’s belly. Although shocked and amazed by what she was seeing, Beth felt a little tingle between her own legs. Nick let out a grunt as his hips shot forward again but this time he didn’t pull back. His hips ground against hers. Beth saw all his muscles seem to tense at once. He let out a moan as his body seemed to relax again. The room then went quiet, except for the still heavy breathing of Nick and Sharon. “Um…” Beth began. Nick jumped up, yanking his still semi-hard dick from Sharon’s sheath. His face turned white as his prick slowly withered and settled between his legs. Sharon’s face turned bright red. She didn’t move immediately though. Between her parted legs, her pussy began to ooze out Nick’s cum. Suddenly she seemed to win control over her body and she too jumped off the bed. “Um… Ah… I guess I should be getting back to my room now…” she blurted as she grabbed her clothes and books and ran, still naked, out the door. Beth chuckled as she looked down at the floor. Crumpled, and half under the bed, was a sock and her panties.

The Exhibitionist Part 1 This is the first part of a series of stories about exhibitionism and how it turned me into a slut. This is how it all started for me. I first discovered the thrill of public nudity and exhibitionism while on holiday in France with my friend Janice. I had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, I loved to wear the shortest skirts and the most plunging necklines, it gave me a thrill when I used to see the guys looking at me. The way they would try to get a look up my skirt when I was on the tube going to work, or I would catch them sneaking a look down my jumper when I bent over in front of them for some reason. For as far back as I can remember I had fantasies about appearing naked in public places but until that holiday they had remained fantasies, I had never gone any further than the short skirts and the low necklines. Before we left for France Janice had joked about being topless on the beaches. The thought of it excited me but I was not even sure if I would be able to remove my top and display my breasts in public when the time came. We arrived at our hotel in France late afternoon, so it was the following day before we were able to go down to the beach. Although my bikini was extremely brief, on this beach even I felt overdressed. I was quite surprised to see so many women topless. There were tits of all shapes and sizes on show, even older women, whom I am sure would have looked much better covered up, but here they were openly displaying, in a lot of cases naked their large drooping naked breasts. We found a couple of empty sunbeds close to the water and laid out our towels. Janice sat down and immediately removed her top. She had nice firm breasts with perky little nipples, I looked around, still a little unsure, then I thought what the hell. I undid the clasp and let my top fall away. It felt strange and rather exciting to be sitting there on a public beach with my breasts exposed, At first I was sure everyone was looking at me. After a while I began to feel reasonably at ease with myself but I always got that wonderful feeling of excitement when the guys walking along the beach looked over in my direction. At first I was a little conservative about moving far from our sun beds,I just the few yards to the sea and back. By the third day I had become brave enough to go to the beach bar and fetch the drinks. This short trip used to get me really turned on because there were always quite a few guys there and while standing waiting to be served I was sure I could feel every one of them staring at my naked breasts. Just before the end of the first week we met up with these two French lads in a bar at the hotel. We all seemed to get on well together and they ended the night escorting us back to our hotel. Things on that first night got no further than a kiss and quick feel, but we did arranged for them to pick us up in their car the following day and take us out. The next morning we put our bikinis on with shorts and a tee shirt over the top we, stuffed some spare undies in our beach bags. Dead on time the guys rolled up in an open topped beach buggy and we set off. They took us up into the mountains where we had lunch in a wonderful restaurant, in the afternoon we drove back down to the coast and they took us too a secluded beach they knew. It was a lovely spot and as it was off the tourist track there were only a few local people there. We stripped off our shorts and tops and headed for the sea chased by the guys. It was a hot day and the sea was lovely and cooling, after a while we made our way back to where we had left our towels. We all lay down and let the sun dry our bodies. John Paul who Janice had paired up with told us that we ought to put on some sun screen, as the afternoon sun was very warm, Janice agreed and pulled a bottle out of her bag she passed it to John Paul. "You can do the honours," she said. I watched him as he poured some oil into his hand and began applying it to her back. When he reached her bikini strap he said something to her, I was a little surprised when she reached around and loosened her top and slipped it off. It was one thing being topless on a public beach but here on this secluded beach with two guys, things I felt were a little more intimate. Alan my partner was watching the proceedings with interest, he asked if I would like him to put me some cream on. I smiled and told him that it would be very nice if he did. I turned my back to him and soon felt his strong hands working the cream into my skin. Has his hands worked down my back I wondered if I was going to be able to remove my top for him as I had seen Janice do. In my case that option never came up when he encountered my strap he just undid it allowing my top to fall free and expose my breasts. Then he just continued down my back to my bikini bottoms. When I felt him encounter them I steeled myself, were they going to go too. I need not have worried for he stopped there and began to work the cream into my legs. He pushed me down on my back and proceeded to work on my front starting with my feet. It was a wonderful feeling as he worked his way up my legs; I lay there with my eyes tightly closed as his hands were stroking perilously to my pussy, that by this time I could feel was getting a little moist. He then moved to my tummy, I squirmed as he poured cream into my navel and began working it into my body. I knew that my breasts would still be partially hidden from his view as he had not removed my top but just undone it at the back, now as I was laying down I could still feel that it covered my breasts again. But not for long. I almost felt an orgasm coming on as I felt him lift away my top and then his hands were on my breasts rubbing in the sun screen, I could not suppress a groan as his hands brushed lightly across my extremely sensitive nipples. "You like that, it feels nice" he enquired. I could not stop myself nodding my head "Oh yes." The whole experience was taken to another level by the fact that he was doing this to me in a public place. Janice and John Paul were laying close by and there were other people on the beach, not that many I agree, but there were people around and I am sure some of them were close enough to be able to see what was going on. Alan sat there at my side and continued to gently massage my breasts and now he began to play with my nipples, I just lay there enjoying the whole wonderful experience. Then I felt him lay down beside me he leaned over and his lips brushed mine gently, the tip of his tongue tenderly probed into my mouth I responded immediately opening my mouth our tongues entwining. I expressed a groan of displeasure as the hand that had been giving me so much pleasure left my breasts. It caressed my midriff and then continued it's downward journey. I realised immediately where it was heading but could not believe that he was actually going to touch me down there, here on the beach beside my friend. But by now I was becoming aroused to such a state that there was no way that I was going to stop him. I shuddered as I felt his fingers touch the waistband of my bikini bottom, I instinctively drew in my stomach to allow him access, his fingers slid inside and I gasped and clung to him. Then I felt a pull and my bikini bottoms loosen. I had a moment of panic as I realised that he had actually undone one of the ties on my brief costume but by this time I was almost passed caring. I felt his exploring fingers traced there way through the thin band of pubic hair that thankfully had been neatly trimmed by my beautician before I came away. I almost screamed out as I felt him touch my pussy his finger sliding down the length of my slit before beginning to gently ease there way inside, he quickly found the hard sensitive bud of my clit and began to gently rub it. I cried out, but he silenced me with a kiss. I writhed under him as his hard body pressed against me, his dark body hair rubbing against my already sensitive breasts. I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing into my side; I now wanted to feel it in my hand. I slid a hand in his shorts and grasped it. I nearly swooned. It felt so large. I could not quite get my hand around it. But it felt hard, hot and wonderful as I began to stroke it. I now began to realise that there was no way to stop what was happening, not that I wanted to for a minute. I was now in such a state of arousal that there was no way on earth that I was not going to allow him to go as far as he wanted with me in fact I was beginning to actively encouraging him. Somewhere deep in my mind a little voice of reason was asking me if I could actually make love to this guy out here on a public beach, there must be people who could see what we were doing and what about Janice what was she doing? I opened my eyes, for a moment the sun momentarily blinded me, then all I could see Alan was looking down at me lust written all over his handsome face. I turned my head and looked across to where John Paul and Janice where, I saw at once that they were both totally naked and from the position in which they were laying and the combined movements of their bodies I could see that John Paul was already fucking her. Alan began to ease himself out of his shorts, now I could feel his nakedness pressing against me. I was still holding him in my hand not wanting to let go of his wonderful cock for one second. Then I felt him removing what was left of my bikini; I even helped by easing myself up so that he could take it off completely. Now I too was completely naked, I cannot describe the incredible excitement that I felt at that moment it was something I shall never forget as long as I live. Not only was I totally naked on a public beach but I knew that soon I would be willingly involved in my first public sexual experience. Alan rolled himself on top of me I spread my legs allowing him access I felt his hard cock nudging against the lips of my pussy. I opened myself up for him and he slid in easily as I was already very wet. I gripped his arms and bit my lips has he thrust himself all the way in. He held it there for a moment then began to slowly withdraw it before plunging it back into me. Slowly he began to build up a rhythm and I thrust my hips up to meet each stroke. I was oblivious to everything around me. The fact that I was on a public beach. The fact that I was with Janice and John Paul. Nothing mattered only getting sexual satisfaction. He started gasping with his exertions and I knew he would not last much longer I was trying to hold back on my own orgasm as I dearly wanted to cum with him. I felt his body begin to stiffen and I knew he was not far away, I urged myself on and with a combined effort we managed to cum together and collapsed in a heaving sweating heap on the towels. We lay there our arms around each other holding each other tightly as our breathing subsided. At last we sat up, I looked across to where Janice and John Paul were sitting they had helped themselves to a glass of wine, John Paul poured out two more glasses and handed them across to us. I looked around the beach, the nearest group of people were only about 200 yards away if they had been looking in our direction and I'm sure they must have had an interesting view of Janice and myself being well and truly screwed. "I think we had better all get cleaned up." Alan said, I reached for my discarded bikini. "I don't think you need to bother with that he said." He reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet and started pulling me towards the sea. I felt that wonderful strangely exciting feeling again as we ran naked towards the sea. A couple walking along the beach smiled as we ran passed. It was a wonderful feeling to be splashing in the sea without anything on. Janice and John Paul joined us and the four of us frolicked naked in the splashing surf for about half an hour. Walking back up the beach I got an extra thrill when I had to pass close to three old guys who were setting up their rods to do some beach fishing. It gave me quite a kick as they all looked with interest at my naked body. We dressed and the guys took us back to our hotel and we arrange to meet them later in the bar. In our room I could not wait to discuss with Janice the events of the afternoon. We both had to agree that it had been a memorable experience. That afternoon was the start of a most erotic week with John Paul and Alan, and it went a long way to turning me into the fervent exhibitionist that I am now. I think after that first experience we indulged in sex in the open with the guys almost every day of our holiday and every night in the comfort of our beds. But it was the sex in the open that gave me the greatest thrill, especially as at least a couple of the outdoor performances were in public view. It was also at this stage that I got to enjoy the thrill of being out in the open without my clothes and it was especially exciting when other people saw me. Especially the day that we all went walking in the hills. It was during the walk that John Paul and Alan suggested that Janice and I should strip off so that they could take some photographs of us both. We pretended to object but needed very little persuasion from the guys to remove all our clothes. We both loved to be naked when the guys were around. When we had undressed the guys stuffed our clothes in their backpacks and we continued on our walk. It was a wonderful feeling to be walking through the beautiful wooded countryside without my clothes, especially with Alan snapping me with his camera; I loved being a model for him. When we heard anyone approaching we dived in the trees hiding ourselves until they had passed. On a couple of occasions we did not hear them coming and you should have seen the look of surprise on their faces of the walkers when they got an eyeful of two naked girls dashing into the woods for cover. We found a secluded spot by a gushing mountain stream and had a pleasant lunch of fresh bread and cheese washed down with a few glasses of red wine. After lunch the guys made love to us on the grass looking up at the tall pines. It was wonderful. Afterwards we all washed ourselves in the stream and lay down in the warm afternoon sun until we were dry. Before we set off to return to the car John Paul dared us to walk back like we were without our clothes but this time he said with a smile on his face when anyone comes along just carry on along the path no hiding. I looked at Janice she shrugged. "What do we get if we do?" I asked John Paul. "If you walk all the way back to the car without your clothes we will take you out to night to a restaurant of your choice, any place you like to choose." I looked at Janice "Well I'm game if you are" I said to her. She nodded "OK lets do it." Things went well for the first mile or so, we encountered no one, and then we saw a party of six climbers approaching up the trail. John Paul looked at me, I smiled. I think we were about a 100 yards away when someone in the party noticed that there were two naked girls coming towards them, there were some comments shouted out in a language that I did not understand, but I saw Alan laugh. Then the climbing party stood on either side of the path and applauded us as we walked past. Before we reached the field that led to the car park a couple of other groups were presented with the sight of our naked bodies and I was beginning to feel more than a little randy. We stopped on the edge of the field and Janice asked John Paul for her clothes he shook his head "I'm sorry." he said "I said you had to walk all the way back to the car and the cars over there in the car park." Janice looked at me and we looked across at the car park. There were quite a few people in the car park and the thought of having to walk past them without our clothes was a little much even for me, but I was not going to let them get the better of us. I took Janice's hand "Come on." I said, "We can do it." And we did, all the way back to the car. Where we quickly scrambled inside and waved cheekily to the crowd as we drove out of the car park. We had slipped back into our clothes by the time we reached the hotel and when we pulled up in the car park I told Alan that there was a job that needed doing in our room, he looked a little puzzled. I smiled "It's just that when I girl as had to walk naked and endure the stares of so many men she is beginning feeling a little turned on and needs something to relieve the tension, if you know what I mean." Both of them grinned. "We as Frenchmen are only to willing to oblige," they said in unison. The most exciting and daring event as far as I was concerned occurred on the last night of our stay. We had been taken to a bar where lots of people around our age group congregated. It was always a fun night with lots of games to play and some good prizes to be won. Tonight as it was our last night we had a lot to drink and all of us joined in with the fun. The final event of the night was a wet Tee Shirt contest; the guys managed to get us into getting involved after putting our names down. About twenty girls were involved we were all taken into a back room where the organiser dished out Tee Shirts to us all with the bar logo on. He then suggested that it would be advisable if we all stripped down to our knickers before putting the Tee Shirts on so that we had some dry clothes for afterwards. It must have been an interesting sight for the guy who was running the show as the twenty young attractive girls willingly stripped down to their knickers before putting the Tee Shirts on. We where then each given numbers and lined up by the entrance to the small stage. One by one we where called up onto a stage and with loud music blaring out we were each drenched with water, which of course made the shirts almost transparent. Then we had to dance for about 30 seconds while the big crowd cheered us on. To my surprise I got through to the last six. We were then told that we six were going to appear again to decide the winner. I had never been involved in anything like this before and I had found it very exciting displaying my self almost naked in front of a packed house. Janice had been eliminated but she had decided to stay with me to give me encouragement, also she was useful, as I said I had not seen anything like this before and I was a little surprised when I noticed some of the other five girls ripping and cutting holes in their Tee Shirts. Janice who had experienced wet tee shirt contests before but not as a competitor told me this was a ploy to get them noticed by the audience by displaying a little more skin. Well if they could do it so could I. The Tee Shirts we had been given were quite long so the first thing we did was to rip off about ten inches from the bottom so that it finished just below my breasts. Then Janice borrowed a pair of nail scissors and cut a six-inch hole in it, I realised straight away that the hole coincided with my left breast. She smiled when she saw me look at it "That should get them going." She said with a cheeky grin. I slipped the tee shirt back on and looked down at myself, my left breast was almost totally exposed through the cut she had made. We were again asked to draw numbers and I got number six, this meant I would be the last to go on. I was pleased it meant that I could assess the competition before it was my turn. We had to do a longer spot this time and the crowd seemed more rowdy, shouting encouragement to the girls. The first two were encouraged to flash their breasts and got wild applause from the crowd for doing so. The third put on a rather poor performance she seemed a little shy, the forth girl went down very well when she ripped her tee shirt apart totally exposing her large breasts. Number five was very good the crowd loved her, they encouraged her to loose her tee shirt early in her performance. I also could not help but notice that after the compare had drenched her with water her knickers had become almost transparent. The ones I was wearing where white and very thin I knew when they were wet they too would become almost transparent. When she left the stage to great applause I knew it was my turn and I also knew what I had to do to win the contest. I stood on the stage and the compare poured the bucket of water over my head there was loud applause from the crowd, I realised that now very of my body little was concealed from them. This was the culmination of one of my wildest fantasies to appear naked before a crowd of men. I started dancing amid wild applause I slowly lifted up what was left of my shirt exposing my breasts; the crowd went wild, shouting at me to me to take it off. I slipped it over my head and tossed it into the crowd and watched as they fought over it. I stood there and caressed my breasts feeling my hard erect nipples between my fingers. The crowds were shouting for more, I knew what they wanted, they wanted everything off. I pulled on the waistband of my soaking knickers pulling them up tightly into the crease of my pussy even this blatant display was not enough for them. Off Off Off. They shouted. I knew what they wanted and I knew what I wanted. I wanted to stand there totally naked to let them see my naked body with nothing hidden from them. By now I was in an unbelievable state of arousal because I now knew I was going to go all the way. It was a good job that my knickers were already wet as by now I could feel my own juices soaking into them. I took hold of my knickers; again the noise from the crowd went up again. Off. Off. Off. They chanted. They wanted them off, I wanted them off. I gripped them tightly and pulled, they ripped and came away in my hands. I was now naked the crowd went wild. I tossed the tattered remnants into the mob they scrabbled for the ultimate prize. I could not believe the sensation I felt, I knew that everyone in the crowd wanted me, wanted my body, it was an incredible feeling. When at last the music stopped I just stood there with both my arms and also my legs spread wide, no part of my body was hidden from them, and they went wild. The outcome of the contest was not in doubt; I had to remain waiting on stage naked while all the other girls were brought back on to the stage. Even though girl at number five tore off her knickers as she took her bow in a last ditch attempt to win. I was voted the winner. I received my large cash prize from the compare. I waved to the crowd and ran from the stage. Janice greeted me with a hug. Then I had another problem, as I had thrown my knickers away the only thing I had to wear was my dress Oh well I thought as I slipped into it, I'm sure Alan won't mind. Alan and John Paul welcomed us back and congratulated me on wining; the other guys in the bar looked on with envy as Alan and I walked out arms around each other I think every guy in the bar wanted to be in his place. I was still feeling really aroused after my performance and as we walked along the beach Alan lifted up my dress and lovingly caressed my naked arse. He knew I needed him I knew I needed to feel him inside me. I dropped on to the sand pulled my dress up around my waist. Alan stood looking down at me lying there so brazenly exposed. "You want something." He asked with a grin. I looked up at him "Get yourself down here and fuck me." I hissed. It was a tearful farewell at the airport as we were about to return home. It had been a wonderful holiday one that I would long remember. The guys have offered to come over and visit us but we have not heard from them. But the things that they showed us on that holiday and the experiences we had will stay with us both forever. Damn! If I didn't find a job soon I was going to be in serious trouble with my creditors. Yes, I was only 21 at the time, but my appetite for spending was outrageous and totally out of control. My last job let me go because of a downsizing cutback. It was a good paying job and I was able to handle my bills. But now I was broke, in debt, and desperate. Looking through the help section of a local newspaper, I had called on a number of help wanted ads to no avail. Then I noticed this one with a thick black title, Exotic Dancers. "Well, hell, I can dance," I thought to myself, so I decided to call the number. I didn't know much about the strip clubs around here, the only one I had heard of was The Bodacious Club in the red light district which happened to be the club that placed the ad. It seemed to be a good as place as any, I guessed at the time. Early that afternoon, I dressed carefully in the sexiest slut clothes I had, brushed out my long blonde hair and outlined my lips with my redder than red lipstick. When finally ready, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. The micro short skirt and the low-cut blouse showed off my figure beyond perfection. "Who could say no to this," I said to myself. I made my way to the club, where the burly doorman gave me a friendly leer as he opened the door and directed me to go down the stairway. I walked through the deserted reception area, and pausing for a moment I could hear a beat of music that seemed to waft from somewhere below. Looking around I could only see one stairway, so I made my way down them to the gloomy cavern below. Even at 3 in the afternoon there were several groups of men sitting in comfortable looking chairs inside the big room, each group had it's own private ‘dancer' in various stages of undress, all teasing and tormenting the watching men. I made straight for the bar, where a good-looking guy whom I took to be the bartender, was leaning on his elbows looking kind of bored. "Hi, I noticed your ad in the paper and wondered if you still have any openings for um...dancers?" I immediately asked as I walked up to him. His eyes gave me a very slow up and down appraisal of my body. "Maybe," he answered at the end of a lingering moment. "Oh okay, well is your boss in today?" "I AM the boss, baby! Jack Throbbing, pleased to meet ya," he laughed, holding his hand out for a shake. I swallowed hard; barely able to believe this good looking man was also the owner of the club. "Hi..., I'm Holly Wood," I said as I took his hand. Suddenly his eyes crinkled into a warm smile, and he leaned towards me, "I like that name! Come to my office baby." He led me to the back of the club into an office, once inside he closed and locked the door behind him, then turning to face me, he said, "Well show me what you got." I couldn't believe how abrupt he was, but I guess that's the way men are in that business. "Well you've come this far Linda, so what the hell," I thought to myself and I proceeded to give him a first rate show. Slowly I began to move to the music that was playing out in the club. As my hips swayed, I unbuttoned my low-cut blouse, and slid it from my shoulders, proudly exposing my firm, bare breasts. Seeing his eyes fixed on my hard nipples began to excite me, and I could feel myself really getting into the swing of it. As I danced, I undid the short skirt and slid it from my swaying hips slowly down my long, sexy legs, leaving on just my 6-ince spiked heels and black g-string knickers. I was on a roll and he never took his eyes off me for a moment. A huge bulge in his jeans was clearly evident. I knew that I was making a good impression. I loved the effect I was having on him and slowly danced closer, until I was standing about a foot away. Once I was directly in front of him, I smiled and turned, giving him a bent over view of my perfect derriere as I very slowly slipped my knickers down my legs. It was an unbelievable rush, one that I never had before, dancing bare-ass naked for a man. By now I was so turned on that my pussy was soaking wet, and almost without thinking I turned back towards him, and I reached out my hand and began to lightly run my fingers over the rock hard bulge through the material of the jeans. "Well, do I get the job?" I teased. "It's not that easy to get a job here baby, you're going to have to prove yourself more than that," he grinned in response. I tried to keep the note of desperation out of my voice, "Look Mr. Throbbing, I could really do with this job, I'll do anything you say." Holding my gaze, he murmured, "I'm glad to hear that." He walked over to a couch in the corner of the office and sitting down on it, said, "Show me how good your private dance is." Well, since he wanted me to prove myself further I wasn't going to turn tail in the middle of an interview. Slowly I began to dance again, moving closer and closer until I was straddling his lap. My legs were wide apart and I was still grinding with just a couple of inches separated us. "Dance closer baby," he ordered in a low tone of voice. Without hesitating I lowered myself down onto his lap and began gyrating my ass right on top the bulge in his pants. I had imagined by his covered evidence that he was well hung but I didn't expect him to feel as large as he did as I grinded my pussy against it. The feel of it turned me on and I began to tease him with my breasts, bringing them to within an inch of his mouth and then pulling back just out of reach before he could touch them. I spent the next few minutes rubbing my juicy crotch against the lump of his cock, staining his jeans with my heated juices; I knew I was bringing him to the edge. Suddenly he grabbed me by my upper arms and jerked me to him like a rag doll, and began to lick and suck on my breasts. The feeling it had on my body was incredible; my pussy was on fire and turning pure liquid. I knew if this lasted much longer I would have a tremendous orgasm. Then just when I was getting close to feeling the best of my ride coming on, the song abruptly ended. Remembering the real reason of why I was there, I pulled my ridged nipple from his mouth and took a moment to compose myself, and I climbed off his lap and asked again, "S--so do I get the job now?" He didn't answer, just unbuttoned his jeans, raised his ass up from the couch and pulled them off. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I shuddered with amazement at the impressive size of his cock, which must have measured a good nine inches and thick as my wrist. "You ever pole dance before, Holly?" he asked, taking his right hand to his fabulously thick cock and giving it several slow strokes. "Uh-no, Mr. Throbbing," I chocked on my answer with my eyes glued to his ridged manhood. "Now is a good time to learn. Come here and sit on this," he ordered. Well, I wasn't born yesterday. I knew he wanted to fuck me and if I really wanted the job, I'd have to give him what he wanted. But hell, for a chance to ride on that love pole, I didn't care at this point if I got the job or not. I approached him and straddled him again, this time allowing the head of his cock to press against the lips of my pussy. I was thinking of going down easy on it because of its size and I didn't want it to hurt. He wasn't thinking that way when he placed his hands on my waist and suddenly pulled me down hard onto him. I yelped as I felt him ripping through me even though I managed to take it all on my way down. "My, Jack, what a big dick you have," my breathless voice jittered as the shock of it's intrusion rippled through my body. "Yeah, now that you're properly introduced to it, let's see how well you can ride it," he answered almost sounding like he does this thing a lot. I started to ride him, while his grip dictated the pace. He began to suck and bite my breasts and nipples again, teasing then with his teeth. Within moments between the pleasure of feeling my nipples tingling between his grinding teeth and riding up and down his big, long shaft an orgasm hit me in waves. I began screaming, "Oh God yes! OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOH." I could feel my pussy juicing up his cock and running out hot and wet over his balls. He groaned, "You are one hot bitch, Holly. Where do you want me to cum?" Sliding off him and onto my knees, I whispered submissively, "I want you to cum in my mouth Mr. Throbbing, let me swallow your cum." He looked down at his cock, wrapped his hand around it and stroked it a couple times. Then looking into my eyes he said, "Okay baby, and you'd better do a good job of it because I don‘t like wasting it." I knelt down in front of him, and taking his cock that was covered in my sweet sticky juice into both of my hands, began to lick and suck on it. Treating his cock like it was a giant lollypop, I gave him the best blow- job I have ever given to a man. I took my time and spent a long while teasing with my tongue, before I let him cum. He groaned out loud and exploded into the most intense orgasm I have ever seen a guy have. Just as he began a salty gush inside my mouth, I pulled his cock from my lips and aimed it at my face and my tits, watching the white spunk spewing from his cock as I felt it landing on me. Then I finished sucking his cock like a straw until he had nothing left to give. Just to spread the icing a bit, I scooped up all of his delicious cum from my titties and the cheeks of my face and licked it from my fingers. His eyes rolled back into his head as he fell back against the chair panting. Standing up I cleared my throat and asked, "So, when do I start Mr. Throbbing?" Poor Mr. Throbbing, he had an ego as big as his cock, but I don't think he had ever interviewed anyone like me before. I not only got the job, but I got a bonus large enough to pay off half of my creditors that very same day. Jack Throbbing liked me so well he gave me a lot of bonuses after that for private lap dances in his office. The Exhibitionist Part 2 The sun was streaming through the window when something woke me for a deep sleep and a wonderful dream; it was a week since the holiday in France. The holiday that had changed my life. I lay in bed wondering what had disturbed my sleep. Worse, what had broken the dream? In my dream I was back in the bar, the bar where I had performed in the wet tee shirt contest. I was on the small stage in front of a screaming crowd of men; I was naked apart from a pair of brief knickers. Knickers that hid very little because they were soaking wet. The men were screaming at me to get them off. They wanted me completely naked. They wanted to see every intimate part of my body. For my part I wanted to show them. In my dream I was just about to remove my knickers when I awakened suddenly. I lay there for a moment wondering what had spoiled my dream. Then I heard a noise from outside. I looked at the clock it was eight thirty. I leaned out of bed and eased back the curtain. A white van was parked outside the house next to mine. The sign on the side told me they were a double glazing company. Then I remembered Mary my next door neighbours telling me that she was having her windows changed. I watched two young men man handling some ladders and propping them up against the side of the house. I fell back on the bed with a feeling of frustration about not being able to complete my dream. I ran my hand over my pussy; I was not surprised to feel how damp it was. I could not resist slipping my fingers inside and caressing myself intimately. I fingered the hard bud of my clit and I was soon gasping as I worked myself to a reasonably satisfying orgasm. After last week I was missing the sex. While on holiday I had been getting it from Alan, at least twice a day. I napped for a little afterwards but the noise coming from next door kept disturbing me so I decided I might as well call it a day and get up. I pulled back the covers and slipped out of bed, as I stood up I looked at my naked body in the full-length mirror. I still had quite a good tan; an all most all over tan. The strip that was sometimes covered my bikini bottom was a few shades lighter but my breasts were a nice brown colour as I had been topless most of the holiday. I pulled back the curtain and stood looking out of the window at the two guys working on the kitchen windows of Mary's house. They were hard at work much too busy to notice me standing naked in my window. I was beginning to feel a little naughty, nothing exciting had happened to me for at least a week. I needed to do something about that. I made my way down stairs and started by preparing myself a nice breakfast. Since I had returned home I often walked around the house without my clothes, I never bothered to dress until I was going out, I just loved being naked it brought back memories, wonderful memories. The back of my house was quite private with high hedges and trees and my neighbours did not overlook me. I decided to take my breakfast out and eat it on the patio. As I sat there reading the paper feeling the warm sun on my body I could quite clearly hear the two guys chatting as the worked next door. It felt exciting knowing that I was sitting here naked so close to the guys but I wanted it to take it further. The problem was I was not sure how to do this. Luckily it was taken out of my hands. As I said earlier I was not overlooked but Mary's bathroom window did faced my garden but it was of course frosted glass so they could not see into my garden through it. I suddenly heard one of the men say "We'd better do that one up there next." I looked up when I heard a scraping of ladders on the gravel drive. I noticed the top half of one of the ladders, then the other move towards the bathroom window. The next thing I saw was the two men appearing up the ladder and begin to work on the bathroom window. I sat there a feeling of excitement creeping over me, I knew they only had to look around to see me sitting there without a stitch on. I held the paper up so I could see them over the top, It seemed ages before one of them turned and looked in my direction. The reaction was startling I don't think he believed his eyes at first then he pulled on his mate's sleeve and nodded in my direction, the other one turned and his eyes widened. Well I don't suppose it is very often that you come across an attractive naked girl having breakfast in the garden. I sat there reading my paper letting them get a good look at me while I formulated a plan. I noticed that they had moved down the ladders so that just their heads were visible over the edge. Obviously wanting to view what was on offer without been seen, this of course was fine by me. I was starting to feel a little aroused knowing that the two guys were watching me and more than a little excited by the prospects of what could happen if I played my cards right. At last I put the paper down stood up with my back to them and began to clear the table, I managed successfully to drop a spoon on the floor, knowing full well that as I bent over to pick it up they would get an interesting view. Then I picked up the tray and carried it inside. My legs were shaking a little when I got in to the kitchen; this was going to be fun. I could not resist putting my hand on my pussy it felt warm and as I inserted a finger I was not surprised to discover it was beginning to feel very wet. Now I needed an excuse to go outside again. I noticed a basket of washing some of my holiday things I had not done yet. I picked them up dropped them in the sink and turned the water on, when they were wet I pulled them out and popped them into the washer on a quick spin then loaded them into a plastic basket. I went into the living room where I had a view of the house next door, from the back of the room where I knew I couldn't be seen I saw that work next door had come to a standstill. Two heads were still peering expectantly over the hedge, Ok I thought to myself, get ready for act two. I went back into the kitchen and picked up the washing basket and my peg bag, then I walked back out into the garden, it took me all my strength not to look up and smile at them. This time I was facing them and when I placed the basket on the grass and started to hang out the washing they had an unrestricted view of everything I had to offer. My nipples where standing to attention and badly needed to be caressed as did my breasts. I could feel my pussy was beginning to leek as my juices began to flow. I continued with my brazen display until every item was fluttering in the breeze, and I was almost screaming out in frustration. Then I picked up my basket and made my way back to the house. Then I waited. I was not surprised when the door bell suddenly rang, through the frosted glass I saw the pair of them standing there, I picked up a wrap I kept handy for answering the door and slipped into it. I did not bother to fasten it; I just held it together. I opened the door, standing there were two good-looking guys in there late twenties "Hello." I said, "What is it you want?" I knew full well, but a lady isn't supposed to be too eager. "It's just that we were working next door and we were wondering if there was anything we could do for you." Said one of the guys. He held out some leaflets on double-glazing. That wasn't quite what I had in mind. "Would you like to come in and tell me more about it?" I said holding the door with one hand and my wrap with the other. They quickly accepted my offer. Then followed me through to the lounge. "What is it you do?" I asked, "We are able to do almost anything you want" the second guy said "Show us the job and we will give you a price for it." The first guy held out his leaflets again this time I took them off him. In doing so I let go of my wrap I knew from experience that it would fall open and show them that I was still missing my clothes. I saw the look on their faces as they got their first close up of my neatly trimmed pussy. "Seen something you like?" I asked with a smile. They both nodded then I noticed with some relief the bulges that had appeared in the front of their trousers. I shrugged off the wrap and stood there naked in front of them "I'm sure there are one or two jobs you can do for me if you can spare a hour or two." I said with a smile. They did not need asking a second time; it was one of the fastest duel strips I had ever seen. Then they stood there, naked as two jaybirds tools in hand. We fell on the sofa and there hands were all over me, from passed experience I knew that two pairs of hands were far better than one, these two being professional workmen they divided me up one worked on my breasts while the other explored the delights of my pussy. By this time I of course had my hands full. One lovely warm hard cock in each hand. I lay there gently rubbing their impressive tools as they explored every part of my body with both hands and mouth, at one stage one was sucking on my nipples while his friend was adding to my sexual pleasure by probing deeply into my pussy with his tongue. Much to my delight and pleasure the foreplay continued until I was screaming out for release and demanding that they fuck me. At last they decided that it was time. I was positioned on the floor on my hands and knees my bottom raised up expectantly. I cried out with joy as one of them positioned himself behind me took hold of my hips and although he was quite a big boy he eased himself with little effort into my by now sopping love tunnel. His mate knelt in front of me holding himself his wonderful cock inches away from my face, He did not have to ask I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the purple head tasting the salty musky taste of his cock. As I felt the guy at my rear begin to thrust himself into me I slid my lips around the cock offered to me and let him slide it deep into my throat as I sucked on it hungrily. Soon we were working as a team and with the cries and groans that were issuing it seemed that we were all experiencing extreme pleasure. I have to admit that both of the guys were stayers and I experienced a multiple of orgasms before either of them came. When at last they did it was almost together first I heard the guy behind me cry out then I felt the thrill as he erupted inside me seconds later his mate almost choked me when he filled my mouth I gulped it down savouring every last drop of it. After a cooling drink and some help from me to revive flagging members we decided to do it all over again. This time I was placed on my back on the end of the sofa with my legs over the guys shoulders while the other sat straddled across me with his cock between my breasts he held them tight around his cock I have to admit that this was the first time I had experienced tit fucking and I found it rather pleasurable maybe it was also due to the fact that my pussy was being pounded at the same time. At last with our sexual desires totally satisfied I showed them to the bathroom and although only two of us at a time managed to get in the shower I helped to wash them and they both gave me extreme pleasure by washing me. Back downstairs again I watched with some disappointment as they dressed, then each of them kissed me and had one last feel at my breasts as they thanked me for an interesting interlude. I smiled and told them that if they had some spare time tomorrow I would put a pot of coffee on for them and very little else, they smiled getting my meaning. I made sure of their visit the following day by spending the afternoon by cutting my lawn and tending my garden. I was of course wearing only a pair of gardening gloves. I don't think a lot of work was done on Mary's windows.

That Fun New Store at the Mall byBuckRivers© "Oh, look." Sondra's eyes were on the cute top in the Forever 21 window, but she accommodated Janey with a turn of the head. "What?" "That new store. Look." Sondra followed her friend's gaze down the hallway of the mall and her blue-gray eyes widened. "Oh, wow. Seriously?" "I can't believe it. We got one!" Janey giggled.  "That's amazing!" "Let's go look." Sondra's heart skipped a beat. "No! What if someone sees us?" "We're in a mall. And it's legal now. Come on!" Janey strode off towards her destination, her curly dark hair and tiny derriere bouncing with every step. Sondra wrestled with the decision for only a moment. "Wait for me!" Sixty seconds later, the two young women stood at their destination, studying the window. "You can't really tell what they do from the outside, can you?" Janey noted. "No." Sondra studied the tableau in front of her. Unlike most mall stores, this one had no huge glass windows, only a blacked-out door and a big photographic sign showing a crowd of life-sized women. There were women in doctor's coats, women in business suits, women in running shorts, even a pregnant women, standing confidently together and looking out at passersby with polite but mysterious smiles. The only hint of what happened inside was the name and logo emblazoned above the store: The Inner Haven. The Inner Haven had quickly achieved social icon status. Since the Supreme Court had ruled that prostitution didn't exist if the acts were performed by machines, an entire industry of legal sex stores had suddenly blossomed into existence. Most serviced men, of course, but a few catered to women, and the upscale Inner Haven was the unquestioned leader. It supposedly had a well-designed business model, and had gone so mainstream that branches were showing up in malls - not without controversy, but showing up nonetheless. Sondra and Janey stood for several moments without speaking, each knowing the implications of the store's presence. Janey broke the silence. "You know what we promised." Sondra nodded and gulped. "We promised that we would visit if we saw one." She glanced sidelong at the mall's passersby, cringing at their knowing smiles. Janey flashed her infectious grin. She was a petite bundle of energy whose joie de vivre knew few limits, and she was Sondra's best friend in the world. She said nothing, but tilted her head quizzically and arched her eyebrows. Sondra suddenly had a rock in the pit of her stomach. Whereas Janey was naturally bold, Sondra was the opposite. Nearly every exhilarating thing she'd ever done in her life was the result of being dragged forward by Janey, and nearly every disaster had the same genesis. "I don't know," she laughed nervously. "You know you want it," Janey teasingly admonished. "We've talked about it." They had indeed talked about it. Every woman in America had talked about it. The Inner Haven was a national phenomenon that was sweeping the country. But at the same time, it seemed so wrong, so brazen. It was at the mall, for crying out loud! Sondra knew that she would give in, because the truth was that she did want it. She was grateful to always have Janey to pull her forward. But a good girl had to be hesitant. A good girl had to be convinced. Right? "Come onnnnnnnn." Her roommate danced in frustration and playfully stamped a foot. She was adorable in so many ways, but when she pouted it always made Sondra laugh. Sondra could never pull off such an act with her figure, but it worked for Janey with her cute face and Peter Pan build. The two women were opposites in so many ways that their friendship seemed incongruous. But they had met in kindergarten and had been running in lockstep ever since. Over the next twenty years, Janey had grown in personality and panache, but not so much in stature, standing only a shade over five feet. Her figure was defined by perky little A cup breasts and the informal Best Ass award as decided by the senior boys back in high school.  Sondra had gone the other direction, quiet and shy, but with voluptuous long red hair and a figure that spoke for itself. To her embarrassment, she had received the informal "Best Tits" award from those same senior boys, leading the girls to be nicknamed "T & A" for much of their senior year in high school. Sondra looked up at the sign, then scanned the faces of the women in the advertising mural. It was mainstream, right? Doctors did it, lawyers did it, even soccer moms did it. The ads wouldn't lie. She grinned shyly and bit her lower lip, her toes curling inside her ballet flats. "You really want to do this?" Janey practically leapt toward the door. **** "Welcome." The woman at the reception desk was an imperturbable and worldly looking blonde in her thirties, impeccable in makeup and fashion. "Have you visited The Inner Haven before?" Sondra and Janey both shyly shook their heads. Looking around, Sondra saw nothing different than one would see in an upscale spa lobby. There were healthy plants, a water bubbler, and nice wood trim everywhere. A single door led back from the waiting area, presumably to where the services were provided. The only oddity was the photos on the wall, which were all head shots of attractive women experiencing bliss of an obvious kind. The pictures were reassuring while at the same time making Sondra's pulse accelerate. "Okay, no problem. Here's how it works." The woman had obviously done this routine before. She blithely handed them each a brochure and a clipboard. "You can decide on the specific services you want from our wide list of options. This brochure describes them in detail. Have a seat and read through them, and you just check the ones you want on this form and bring it back to me. Once you do that, we'll get you in the queue. And don't be shy; we have customers who select anything and everything on the menu. We're here to give you a great experience."  The two young women took their clipboards and brochures and turned toward the seating area. Several women were already waiting there, displaying a variety of ages and appearances. "I can't believe we're here," Sondra giggled conspiratorially. Janey concurred with a wide grin and offered a reassuring squeeze on Sondra's forearm. Sondra found a comfortable chair and sank into its soft cushions. Her eyes widened immediately as she scanned down the menu. At the bottom, it had some basic choices such as 20 minutes with a vibrator for only $12, and a "Vibrator Ride" for $25, whatever that meant. At the top were full-day packages that seemed to combine services, and were quite expensive. There were animated illustrations throughout of faceless feminine figures in different positions. And in the middle. Oh, boy. Sondra felt herself blushing just looking at the list.  Janey had fewer inhibitions. She was sex-obsessed anyway, and this was undoubtedly revving her up even more. "What are you going to do?" she asked, in a tone that was only slightly hushed. "I don't know. Why are you asking me?" "I want ideas. There's so much stuff here." A woman across from them glanced up from her magazine, then back down as she tried to suppress a smile. Sondra blushed again, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Janey continued unabated. "I really want to try this," she said, pointing at a spot on Sondra's brochure. "What do you think?" Janey's finger was on the "Slingtastic" option. It showed a drawn feminine figure reclining in what looked like a hanging chair, her legs splayed wide as a machine with a dildo sat positioned between her legs. Sondra tried to respond, but wasn't sure what to say. It looked quite exciting, but then again so did everything. She could feel her excitement building, both physically and psychically. "Oh, wow! Look at that!" Janey pointed again. "Do that one with me!"  Sondra and Janey talked about everything. Janey's boyfriend had been hounding her about trying anal sex, and she was concerned due to the size mismatch, Jason being nearly a foot taller. The diagram that Janey was pointing at showed a female figure bent at the waist, lying over a short bench, as a horizontally oriented dildo machine posed behind her, two dildos at the ready. "I don't know. A machine?" "Let's both do it. We can compare notes afterward." The woman across from them almost laughed aloud, eyes still buried in her magazine but alight with mischievous amusement. At that moment, a customer came from the back, exiting under escort from a spa employee. The woman looked to be in her late forties, classy in dress and demeanor. She had a pleasant, curvy figure and wavy brunette hair down to her shoulders. She had the flushed look and slightly damp hair of someone who had just worked out and showered. The receptionist smiled. "How was your session, Mrs. Bradley?" "Oh, it was divine, Brooke. The best one yet." "Did you end up trying the nipple clamps?" "Yes. They were wonderful. You were right. I loved how they pulled! It was just the right amount of pressure." "Oh, yeah. I pretty much have to have them nowadays." Janey and Sondra locked eyes in wonderment. These women were so open, so casual. Sondra's heart pounded as she began fully realizing that this was real. She tried to read each menu option, but her eye kept coming back to one item in particular. The "Tie and Tease" showed a drawn female figure on her elbows and knees. She was on a raised platform, her waist locked into a large frame that separated her front half from her rear, and her forearms, wrists, calves, and ankles were held fast to the platform by thick leather sheaves. Underneath, between her knees, a feather rose from the platform she was on, rising toward her vulva while another piece of machinery pressed up against her from the rear. The description said, "Held in place and unable to escape, you will be mercilessly teased in increasing cycles as your heat rises Our patented machines will ensure you an hour of blessed torment culminating in a mindblowing grand finale...or not. Great for the woman with submissive or masochistic fantasies." She squirmed in her seat, feeling herself heating up at the very thought. She enjoyed being taken, and routinely masturbated to fantasies about being tied up in a dungeon or being inspected in a slave auction. She loved it when her boyfriends pinned her down and forced her to enjoy sex, which rarely happened in this dual-edged era of equality and enlightenment. Her pen wavered over the description. $125 for an hour. She absentmindedly chewed a thumbnail as she weighed the cost against her desires. The Vibrator Ride was a lot cheaper and less risky. "Have you seen this one?" she whispered, gesturing to Janey. Janey nodded enthusiastically. "That looks great. But I think I'm going to try this one. I just noticed that you can combine this - " she pointed at the Slingtastic, " - with this." She pointed at a feature called, "Personal Growth", which featured a 'dildo machine' that promised to automatically provide larger and thicker dildos as the session went on. Given Janey's small size, Sondra was surprised that she would pick that - the largest dildo was huge. "You saw the maximum size on that, right?" "Yeah." Sondra couldn't help but smile. Her friend was indeed adventurous. The two young women locked eyes. With a mischievous grin, Janey said, "Pick one and let's go! I can't wait!" As Sondra stood, the woman across from them looked up. "You'll love it," she said to Janey in a motherly tone. "I do that one all the time." **** The girls made their way to the front desk, where Brooke The Worldly Blonde awaited. . "Hmm, okay," she said. "Let's see what we've got."  She took their forms and examined them, then began typing into the screen, starting with Janey's name and contact info. "You're doing the Slingtastic with the Personal Growth option. That's a nice one. Now, a lot of women will also get the Double Down Under option with that. Did you see that?" "No, what's that?" The receptionist flipped through the brochure. "It's the Double Down Under option because you do it with two dildos, one vaginal and one anal. The standard anal is three inches shorter and roughly half the width at each stage, unless you want to supersize. It's only $15 more." Janey stared wide-eyed at Sondra, her beautiful brown eyes mixed with wonder and fear. Her smooth brow furrowed, she hesitated, and then finally smiled wickedly and nodded. That girl was crazy, Sondra thought. She felt her own sphincter pucker just thinking about it. "Okay, that's a 45 minute session. We'll be able to take you shortly. And now for you." The woman perused Sondra's intake form. "Oh, a one-hour bondage session. Very nice." Sondra felt her face flush red. Nobody knew her fantasies, nobody at all other than a few vague bar discussions with Janey over the years. Yet now this woman was discussing them openly in a lobby. She girded her courage. "Yes, please," she said quietly. "Okay, with the bondage sessions we have to have a spotter. Since you're restrained, a woman will stay in the room with you to be sure that you don't have any problems. Is that okay?" "In the room?" Sondra was horrified at the thought, though secretly intrigued. "Uh - I - uh ..." "Your partner here can also do it," the woman added. "It's $25 cheaper, and if you're in the same room anyway ..." "Oh, we're not partners," Sondra blurted. "We're just friends." "I'll do it!" Janey said almost at the same instant. Brooke The Worldly Blonde sat motionless, waiting for a decision. Her eyes shifted noncommittally from Sondra to Janey and back. "The same room?" Sondra questioned, looking at Janey. "Really?" "We can do it. It'll save you $25." Sondra stared at her friend in disbelief. They were roommates now and had been friends forever. They'd seen each other naked, of course, but only in passing. And they had even slept in the same bed back at slumber parties back in their younger days. But there'd never been anything like this. "Okay," she said. She tried to suppress her smile. They handed over their credit cards and waited for the paperwork, then went back to their comfortable chairs in the lobby. Sondra's mind was racing, her pulse pounding. She was really going to do this! And on top of that, she was going to be naked in the room with Janey. Cute, adorable Janey. Their relationship had always had an extra layer, at least in Sondra's mind. They were friends back before they even knew what sex was, and they had learned about it together. Not really together, but ... together. They had gossiped about boys and critiqued each other's boobs and talked in delighted horror about their pubic hair. They had innocently slept in the same teenage bed, showered together, and played all kinds of sexy dressup. They were both interested in boys, and then men, and each had heard the other through the walls absorbing male suitors. But underneath it all, at the foundation of their friendship and also perhaps its culmination, they had the kind of loving and playful relationship that couples did.  Everything except the sex, that is, and it had come close even at that. They had snuggled under the covers on cold nights, even practiced kissing on each other back in the beginning, but every time they stopped short to giggles and Sondra's secret frustration. In fact, Janey's teasing was perhaps what had created Sondra's fetish about being tied and teased. Her constant proximity and unceasing denial had become almost an obsession in Sondra's fantasies. Sondra studied her longtime friend. It was so complicated. Sondra wasn't attracted to women. But she was attracted to Janey. Everything she sought with a man was what she had with Janey. And the only unique thing she could get from the men was sex, which was the only thing she was missing with Janey.  Not that she wanted sex with Janey. Not really. Not exactly. Sondra sighed. They sat for another ten minutes before an attendant opened the inner door. She was an attractive woman, olive-skinned and dark-eyed in the manner of a Greek or Italian. Her white coat and polished demeanor inspired confidence. "Janey and Sondra?" she asked, scanning the room.  "Here!" Janey said. She and Sondra leapt to their feet. **** Behind the door was a long hallway. The Mediterranean woman stopped and shook hands once they were inside. "I'm Gabrielle," she said, smiling politely. "I'll be setting you up today." She led them back, chatting politely, then motioned them into a room. It was quite small, perhaps 8 feet by nine feet, and Sondra stopped cold at the entrance. Inside was a bondage table exactly like the one in the brochure, and a hanging sling like the one Janey had liked. This was really going to happen. "You can remove your clothing now and put it in the lockers over there. You won't leave this room, so you don't need to wear anything. Just get naked. I'll give you a moment to undress and then I'll come back in and get you set up." She smiled and stepped out, shutting the door. Sondra and Janey looked at each other with embarrassed smiles. "I guess this is it?" Sondra asked. "I guess so. Don't make fun of me," Janey cautioned. "I get excited easily." Sondra laughed. Their bedrooms were right next door. She'd known for several years that her friend was oversexed. She could hear the buzzing through the wall when there wasn't a guy over, and she could hear the choreography when one was. Not to mention that Janey went through D-cell batteries like they were Oreos. "We'll both promise not to laugh," she replied. The two women began removing their clothes, the silence in the room awkward. First the shoes, then the tops, then the skirts and underwear. Within moments, they were both nude. Sondra crossed her arms over her large breasts self-consciously. She felt a little guilty having such prominent curves when Janey was built so small, but at the same time she openly envied Janey's tiny hips and derriere. A man's penis would look goliath as it glided in, and Janey had no shortage of suitors. She snuck a peek as her friend put the last of her clothes in the locker. Janey's breasts were small but well shaped, topped with small dark areolae. Her hips were perfect, her mound shaved to perfection. Sondra had seen it all before, of course; Janey had either a strong exhibitionist streak or little modesty, as she had no hesitation to walk through the apartment naked if she needed something out of the dryer. But today was going to be different. She wasn't sure if she was more excited about her own upcoming experience or watching Janey. There was a knock on the door, and Gabrielle swiftly opened it and walked in. Out of instinct, both Sondra and Janey tried to cover themselves with their hands, and Gabrielle laughed, her dark eyes bright. "Don't worry about that," she said. "I'm going to see a lot more of you!" She checked her forms. "Sondra, we'll set you up first since your session is longer. Up on the table!" She patted the platform. "Get on your elbows and knees, and position your waist over this frame." Self-consciously, Sondra stepped to the frame and clambered aboard. Settling onto her knees, she leaned forward to all fours, resting on her elbows and enjoying the swaying of her breasts. Gabrielle ran a hand along her back from shoulder to rump, gentle and soft and appraising. Even as Sondra jumped, it felt divine. The frame at her waist was the bottom half of an ellipse, and Gabrielle cranked a foot pedal until it rose comfortably against Sondra's stomach. Then, reaching under the table, she rotated up the top half of the frame on a hinge, over Sondra's back and down. This top half of the ellipse locked into place and Gabrielle made some adjustments to tighten it. The opening was now too small to slide through for either Sondra's hips or her ribs, effectively trapping her in place. "You'll like this," Gabrielle said matter of factly. "It keeps you from moving towards or away from the teasers. Now, spread a little wider, please." She tapped the insides of Sondra's thighs, and once her knees were spread sufficiently wide, she pulled leather sheaves up and over Sondra's calves from ankle to knee, buckling down their straps and immobilizing her legs. Other than wiggling her toes and rolling her ankles, Sondra was now completely trapped from the waist down. It was a simple but very effective bondage setup.  "Would you like to help do her arms?" she asked Janey. "Sure!" One woman on each side, they pulled Sondra's arms to shoulder width, still resting on her elbows. Then the leather sheaves were pulled up and over them, pinning her forearms to the table from wrist to elbow. Sondra got a good look at Janey's breasts, which were more or less at eye level in this position. The nipples were slightly thicker than she would expect, the areolae almost a dark brown in contrast to Sondra's own very pale pink. The areolae were small like the rest of her friend, only slightly larger than a bottle cap. Sondra preferred her own large ones, but was nonetheless fascinated by this close-up view. "You have nice long hair," Gabrielle mentioned, running a hand through Sondra's coppery locks. "Some women like to have their head tied up by their hair, and some like to rest in a chin cup. You don't want to leave your head free because it'll get hard on your neck. Which would you prefer?" Sondra was aware of Gabrielle's hand resting in the small of her back, and of Janey's bare breasts perched oh so close. She tested her bonds, and was more or less completely held motionless. "What's the chin cup?" she asked. "Let me show you," Gabrielle said. "I think it's the best way to go if this is your first time." She reached under the table and pulled out a foot-long metal rod, atop which was a curved and u-shaped pad. She slipped the rod vertically into a small hole on the platform beneath Sondra's head, then positioned so that Sondra's chin fit into the u. It propped her head up so that she faced directly ahead, but allowed her to rest her neck. The ends of the u hugged her cheeks, keeping her in place. "Oh, yeah. This is really comfortable," she said. "Good! Now let's get you hooked up. We'll start with your nipples." "My nipples?" Other than her fingers, toes, and ankles, Sondra could not move at all now. She tried to squirm to little effect. "We put these small vacuum suction devices on them," Gabrielle explained. Stepping to the front where Sondra could see her, she held up two hoses that had small concave cups on the end. "They'll vary in suction and pressure over the course of a session. Do you have naturally erect nipples?" Suddenly Gabrielle's fingers were reaching under Sondra, fingers gripping and tweaking her nipples. Sondra squeaked in surprise and protest while Janey laughed nervously. She saw her best friend tilt her head slightly down to peep.  "Um, nope," Gabrielle diagnosed. "Naturally soft. Let me work them for a minute or two."  Sondra loved breast play, and her nipples were sensitive. Pleasure flowed from her nubs toward her pussy and her brain as the attractive attendant played with her nipples, pinching and twisting and squeezing. Rolling her eyes to the right, Sondra saw Janey watching intently, her eyes bright with interest.  Gabrielle was relentless, kneading and squeezing as Sondra gasped, unable to resist or evade at all. "Okay," the attendant said at last. "I think you're ready." Squeezing lubricant from a tube, she rubbed it onto Sondra's now-hard nipples. "Would you like to put them on?" she asked, looking toward Janey. Sondra realized that Gabrielle assumed that they were lovers, but before she could explain, Janey already had the hoses in her hand. "Just reach under here and grip her nipple," Gabrielle said, and then I press this foot pedal to start the suction. I'll start it out light, just strong enough to stay affixed." Sondra couldn't help but moan as four soft hands began exploring her dangling breasts. She didn't mind Janey helping out, not at all. With a slight hiss, she suddenly felt pressure on her right nipple, and a slight but persistent suction pulled it away from her flesh. She tried to shake it away, but it only made her breasts sway, which amplified the pleasantly uncomfortable situation. It felt as if a man's lips were sucking on them. A moment later, the same situation hit her left breast. "Nice?" Gabrielle asked. Leaning down, she looked Sondra in the eyes, her warm hands stroking and cradling Sondra's hanging breasts.  "Oh, god. It's fantastic." Sondra couldn't believe this was happening. A stranger was touching her breasts, hooking up this fantastic machine to them, and Janey was standing right there naked, her bald pussy clearly visible within Sondra's peripheral vision. She couldn't help but notice that Janey had mild outer lips and prominent, front-facing inner ones, offering more of a view than one normally expected from this angle.  "Now we'll set up the back," Gabrielle said. She and Janey moved back, out of Sondra's limited range of vision. Her chin resting on the stand, she could only look straight ahead, and her eyes darted left and right as the milking devices hung down, stretching her breasts slightly with pleasant pressure. Suddenly a hand was directly on her labia, fingers stroking them and spreading them. Sondra yelped and bucked, but was unable to move. Was Gabrielle supposed to be touching her there? The law required only contact by machines, right? "You're pretty well lubricated naturally," Gabrielle explained matter of factly. "I'll give you a little more, but you don't need much. I'll still lube up the dildo just to be safe, and of course, we'll have to lubricate your anus." Her anus? Sondra gulped.  Her voice lower, Gabrielle spoke to Janey. "Do you want to spread her for me, or would you like me to spread and you can apply the lubricant?" Sondra's eyes widened, and she listened for an answer but missed it. Instead, two soft hands grasped her butt cheeks and pulled them gently apart, exposing her anus. Suddenly something cold hit touched right upon her opening.  "Oh, god!" she gasped. Her muscles flexed and fought against her bonds, but she had no chance of escape or even movement. "Oh! Oh!" Fingers swirled around her opening, then pushed inside her most personal chamber. Were they Janey's or Gabrielle's? The framework practically shook with her struggles. It was just like being a slave girl on forced display.  Slicked fingers twisted and massaged her rectum, softly but firmly. Slippery fingers stroked her labia, then her clit, before pushing inside her pussy as well. Sondra struggled mightily, more from instinct than a desire to escape. She felt almost like she could cum quickly, and was turned on beyond anything she expected.  Something hard pressed gently against the rim of her vagina, then something else did the same with her anal bud, just close enough to touch without applying pressure. Were they dildos? She couldn't quite tell. Fingers ran up through her trimmed rectangle of pubic hair. "This is short enough that we don't need to do any trimming." Sondra groaned in pleasured protest and tried to press herself back against the devices, but to no avail. Her situation was cruelly teasing. Gabrielle and Janey stepped back into Sondra's field of vision, and Gabrielle explained a number of foot pedals to Janey that were below Sondra's field of vision. "These are quick releases if she gets into trouble. Press this one to turn off the breast stimulator, this one for the clitoris, this one for the vagina, and this one for the anus. They're all labeled. All you have to do is press it and it'll shut down. Got it?" "Got it," Janey said. At this height Sondra could only stare into the bustlines of the two women, one clothed, one bare. She felt her anus flexing involuntarily at the unfamiliar contact still pressing lightly up against her. "Now let's get you set up," Gabrielle said to Janey. "Your situation will be easier, and you have a 45 minute session. Let me help you climb up into the sling." From her vantage point, Sondra was staring straight into the sling, which was positioned about three feet away. After some laughing and maneuvering, not unlike climbing into a hammock, Gabrielle got Janey up and into it, her lower back supported by a canvas sling and her legs pulled wide into two canvas stirrups. Her rump hung almost free. She lay back against a mesh of straps and was able to grab a bar over her head and behind her to complete the position.  "Let me go get the Double Down device," Gabrielle said, and stepped away. From her higher position, Janey smiled down at Sondra. She was spread completely open, legs apart, bald pussy at eye height to Sondra and in direct sight. It was beautiful, small and tight with inner lips that blossomed delicately from a slit of an opening. Her outer lips were almost non-existent, just a mild bulge of softness framing her opening, and her clit was prominent. Sondra had seen Janey naked many times, but never anywhere close to this brazen display.  A machine rolled up from behind Sondra, guided by Gabrielle. It was about three feet tall and looked heavy. Pointed out and slightly up, extending from thick metal rods, were two dildos, black and menacing and oddly shiny. The first was roughly six inches long and more than an inch thick, and the second was smaller, perhaps four inches and relatively slender. The device was low enough that it didn't block Sondra's view as Gabrielle positioned it between Janey's outspread legs. Gabrielle motioned to the dildos. "These are high tech and inflatable," she explained. "You'll go six minutes with the base vaginal dildo alone, then get a minute to rest. It'll then inflate to the next larger size, and then you'll get seven minutes of both it and the base anal dildo. Another minute to rest and then they'll both inflate up. Then you get eight minutes, another one minute of rest and inflation, and so on. You'll end with about eleven minutes at the top size. Once I turn it on, they'll start thrusting and vibrating - faster for the vagina and a slow pace for the anal probe, and then each cycle will give you a little increase in speed and power." Janey was gazing at the two dildos with a mixture of excitement and fright. Sondra could see why; even at its current size the dildo looked large compared to her small openings. "How big is it at the end?" "At the end you'll be taking almost 9 inches vaginally and 7.5 inches anally. The vaginal dildo will be 2.5 inches wide and the anal dildo will be 1.5 inches. That's the standard, but I can adjust it up or down if you want." Janey swallowed hard. "No, that's fine." Gabrielle knelt down, looking straight into Janey's exposed pussy and anus. "It looks like you're naturally lubricating too," she said, "but I'll add some just in case. As Sondra watched, she took a tube of lubricant from the pocket of her smock, squeezed it onto her fingers, and then began a slow massage of Janey's pussy.  Even though Janey could see it coming, Sondra could tell that she was shocked by the intimate contact, letting out a gasp and a short squeal of surprise. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged as the attendant languorously ran her fingers up and down Janey's inner lips, occasionally forking to stroke her outer lips as well. Sondra could see Janey's toes curling, the muscles in her slender thighs flexing, as she absorbed the attention, staring down at her crotch and the fingers that massaged it. Janey's eyebrows creased with wonder and worry as the fingers slid inside her.  Sondra tried to rub against the unknown devices that touched her own personal regions. It was so arousing to see Janey like this. But she couldn't move. "And now down a little further," Gabrielle said. She smiled knowingly as she put another glob of lubricant on her fingertips, this time moving down to Janey's tiny pink rosebud. "Oh! Oh, gosh! Oh!" "We have to be sure that you're all nice and lubed." Janey practically levitated out of the sling as a finger slipped inside her rectum. There was a full minute of squirming as Gabrielle invaded Janey's anus, twisting and probing with her finger. Given the look on her face, Sondra wondered if perhaps Janey was having second thoughts about selecting the anal option. Finally Gabrielle sat back, assessing Janey's once-private areas. She ran a hand across the girl's fulcrum, anus to vulva and up to her small, bare pubic mound. "I think you're ready," she declared. The next few minutes involved some maneuvering of the device and the dildos, but eventually Gabrielle got it all lined up. She hung a small cord in the sling where Janey could easily reach it. "If you have to stop, just push this button. Are you ready to go?" Janey nodded, staring with excited trepidation down at the double-headed device positioned at the edge of her openings. "And we're off!" Gabrielle hit a switch and the machine came to life. The top dildo, the larger one, pushed into Janey slowly but inexorably, then began building a rhythm. Janey squealed with delight as it began a rhythmic pounding of her pussy. It was large enough that Janey's soft outer lips were stretched a bit, gripping the device as it thrust in and out. The petite brunette threw her head back in immediate pleasure. "And now you." Gabrielle stepped back over the Sondra and pressed down on the foot pedals. Sondra gasped as several pieces of machinery came to life. The cups on her nipples began a slow sucking, but her attention was particularly drawn between her legs, where some unseen dildo slowly, very slowly, entered her vagina. "Oh!" she breathed. "That's amazing." Gabrielle laughed and cocked her head toward a clock on the wall. "Let's hear what you have to say 59 minutes from now," she said. "The four devices will alternate and turning off and on, and they'll randomly vary in intensity," she said. "There are temperature and fluid sensors that will make adjustments to keep you on the edge for the next hour." She walked toward the door, giving Sondra a playful slap on the ass. "I'll be back. Enjoy your visit!" **** And with that, she was gone. Sondra was enjoying the feeling of being filled, and the devices on her nipples were oddly pleasurable.  "Nnnnh!" Janey moaned. Making eye contact with Sondra, she smiled even through her veil of concentration as the dildo smoothly thrust in and out. "This is fantastic. How are you doing?" "I'm okay," Sondra tried to move slightly, to slide back further, but it was hopeless. Unlike Janey's deep and fast device, Sondra's was excruciatingly slow, moving into her very slowly and barely vibrating. It was heating Sondra up, but not nearly enough to put her over the edge any time soon.  She distracted herself by concentrating on Janey. The small brunette now had both hands on her breasts, lightly caressing them and kneading her nipples. Her hips were small and smoothly curved, her skin a gorgeous natural tan. The dildo was pumping in a smooth rhythm, producing small shudders in her friend's body as it hit its maximum depth each round. For several minutes each woman withdrew into her own world, Janey being relentlessly machine-pumped and Sondra receiving a slow vibrating penetration. Her nipples were being sucked harder now, almost hard enough to blur the distinction between pleasure and pain.  Suddenly the dildo in Sondra's vagina stopped. She frowned as it neither pushed forward nor vibrated. Then suddenly she felt a light touch on her clit, barely more than a tickle. Unable to move, she pondered the implications as something danced lightly over her most sensitive spot. Her pussy was still pleasantly stretched by the motionless dildo. "Hmm," she grunted thoughtfully. Janey's eyes popped open. She was still playing with her nipples. She looked at Sondra. "What is it?" Sondra tried to push downward, but couldn't. "Nothing," she said. "Just a different sensation starting." "Oh." "How are you feeling?" Sondra could look straight into Janey's pussy. It was slick and wet, and being invaded in a nice rhythm. "It's really good," Janey said breathily. For another two minutes the room was silent other than faint moans and gasps and the quiet movement of high-tech machinery. Then Janey's machine stopped. She moaned in frustration as the dildo withdrew. "Oh, damn," she muttered. "I was getting close." Her fingers slipped down between her legs. Mesmerized, Sondra watched her friend fondle and flick her clit. She didn't think Janey should be doing it, not with so much time left, but she wasn't going to say anything, not with this view. With the device playing with her own clit, she too moaned in frustration. "I - oh!" Suddenly the device against her anus had sprung to life, beginning to vibrate and very slowly advance against the resistance of her sphincter.  "What's happening?" Janey asked, unashamedly masturbating herself. "You look like you're weirded out." Her mouth gaping, Sondra could only nod. "Something's going in me," she gasped. "In the back." "In the back?" Janey's mouth curled up into a grin.  Sondra girded her courage. "Yeah." Whatever it was, it felt like it was inside her now, shallow but still inside, stretching her anal ring pleasurably. She pulled fruitlessly against the leather sheaves holding her down. "It's pushing into me." "Good or bad?" "Kinda good." Janey's dildo caught Sondra's eye. Still caught up in her own experience, she stared unbelievably at it. It was still slick and shiny with Janey's fluids, but it was expanding. The slick material was pushing outward as the chamber inside it inflated, growing both longer and thicker. "Uh, Janey, are you seeing that?" "Yeah." Janey sounded a little hesitant. "What's that coming out of the top?" "It looks like little fins. Or brushes or something." Both women knew what it meant. Small soft spikes were growing out the top of the dildo. On every stroke they were going to rub across Janey's clit. Sondra, growing more aroused by the minute, was a bit envious. The machine pushed into her friend. Janey mewed with pleasure as the feathery fins flowed across her surprisingly large and slick clit. "That's fantastic," she breathed.  And then the second dildo moved, the one that was underneath. It hadn't yet done anything, but now it too moved forward. Sondra watched in amazement as its tip pressed against Janey's anus. The small woman froze. "Oh, god. What's it doing?" Sondra involuntarily smiled, a wicked and voyeuristic smile. "I don't know if I can do this. I don't - oh! Aaaah!" Suddenly the tip of the smaller dildo disappeared inside Janey. Her toes curled and flexed, and she instinctively positioned her legs higher to allow an easier entry. Sondra's clit tickling stopped, and the pressure on her nipples let up. Now, without warning, the device inside her vagina was moving again, slowly rubbing in and out, up and down. Her anal dildo was doing the same thing, and suddenly she could empathize with Janey. For the next several minutes, both women grunted and gasped as they were dually penetrated, Janey's machines running more vigorously and Sondra's more leisurely. Janey lasted only a short time before her petite hips began undulating. She shivered, and Sondra saw the tendons in her thighs tighten up. Janey's breathing was getting faster and shallower, her nipples long and hard. "I think this is it," she breathed. "This is fantastic." Sondra tried to enhance her own stimulation, but was hopelessly stuck. The devices felt fantastic, but they were so slow, so deliberate! She was highly aroused and ascending intensity, but not to the point of orgasm. Janey, however, was, and Sondra had a front row seat. Janey's back arched and suddenly her hand was again between her legs, frigging herself furiously while both of her bottom orifices were being pistoned. "Nnnnnnh! Ohhhh!" With a mighty thrust, her hips bucked upward once, twice, three times. Sondra had never seen a woman orgasm before. It was interesting to see how strong the reaction was, as Janey bucked and rocked her hips. The machines didn't care and kept up their rhythm, and suddenly it was over. Janey was fighting the overstimulation as the machines continued to do their thing, and she tried to pull away, but had no chance. "Too much!" she said to no one in particular, through gritted teeth. "Too much!" She fought and kicked, but Sondra noted that she never hit the kill switch. Whether she'd forgotten about it or not, Sondra didn't know. But she had her suspicions. It was sexy to watch Janey thrash in pleasure, to watch the concentration and mix of emotions on her face. Sondra's anal dildo stopped, remaining lodged inside her, and now the tubes on her nipples began vibrating. It was new and it was wonderful. Sondra whimpered, wishing she could touch herself. She glanced at the clock. Only twelve minutes had gone by. It took a few minutes, but Janey worked through her overstimulation and was now in pleasure again. She lay back silently in her sling, legs wide, being serviced in both holes. She had her eyes closed and a content smile on her face, and she looked beautiful. A few minutes later, Janey's machinery stopped again, pulling out of her. She opened her eyes. "Darn," she said, "I was getting close again." "Well, good for you," Sondra said through gritted teeth. "This thing is driving me crazy." Janey giggled. "You like it?" Sondra wasn't sure how to answer. "Yes," she panted tentatively. "But I'd love it if it would just speed up a little." "Are you close?" "Yeah. Really close." "Tell me when you cum, okay? I want to watch." "Um...okay." Sondra couldn't believe they were having this conversation. Janey was on her one-minute rest period now, and she watched Sondra squirm with increased interest. "What's it doing to you?" "It keeps switching up." "What's it doing now?" "There's something small and light on my clitoris. It's just barely vibrating. And these things on my nipples are sucking them somehow, and I feel little teeth on them. They were vibrating a few minutes ago and it almost put me over the edge." "Is anything inside you?" "Not right now." "Nothing?" "I can feel things right up against me. Both front and back. Sometimes they thrust, sometimes they vibrate, sometimes they just go in and stop. The worst is when they just barely touch me and vibrate." Janey giggled. "We're learning some things. Oh god, look at my two things." Sondra's eyes widened. Janey's two dildos had inflated to the next size up. "Can you really take those things?" Janey grinned uncertainly. "I've got one that size at home, so I know I can take it in front. The one for my backside is a little more scary." "Stop it if you need to. Don't hurt yourself." The machines whirred to life, faster this time than last. They pressed in on Janey's two openings and suddenly she was filled up again. She was definitely stretched this time, but she seemed to like it. The next half hour was a combination of ecstasy and agony. Janey kept taking larger and faster dildos, her tiny stretched pussy and ass taking her to orgasm at least twice more. By the end of the fourth round she was shaking with exhaustion, her legs quivering with each thrust of the large thick intruders. Her dark hair was damp and tucked behind her ears. Her breasts, small as they were, were bouncing and undulating as she tried to hold and support them against ever more vigorous thrusting. For the fourth time she arched her back, letting out a long, low guttural moan. "I'm coming again!" she gasped. "I can't believe it!" The poor girl was a wreck, a pleasant wreck. Sondra was also a wreck, but for a far different reason. Her coppery hair was matted against her forehead and cheeks, her body glistening in a sheen of sweat. Janey was having multiple orgasms, but Sondra was dying for just one. Every time she felt herself growing close, something would change. Thrusting would stop or start, caressing softness would stop or start, or those devilish devices on her nipples would try something new. She squirmed and gasped, pushing herself against the rigid frame and tie-downs that kept her from moving. Her hips undulated in tiny constrained circles as she fruitlessly exerted herself, trying constantly for that little bit of extra stimulation that she needed. She was so close, rising almost to the edge a half-dozen times, but nothing worked. A chime sounded, and Janey's devices stopped moving. As she looked quizzically down through bleary eyes, the two large dildos inside her pulled out, causing her to spasm one last time as they pulled out and shut down. She groaned in relief, sagging down into the sling. It occurred to Sondra that 45 minutes was up, meaning that she had another fifteen minutes in which to come. With the little movement she had available, she desperately tried to thrust her hips back against the dildo that currently filled her up. It was buzzing softly against her inner walls, but was located in such a manner that it wouldn't pull her over the edge. Janey exhaled long and loud, her petite body slumping in exhaustion. "Oh, my god," she breathed. "That was fantastic. That last pair was so thick." Her hand slid down to her reddened pussy, stroking gently as if to confirm that it was still intact.  Sondra watched the fingers move from her perfect vantage point. She needed to come so badly. She was envious watching Janey's fingers stroking and sliding. All that she needed was a little touch like that and she would be in heaven. For a long few minutes Janey lay still, relaxing and coming down from her high. Her hands slowly caressed her body. Meanwhile, Sondra's devilish devices once again took her to the precipice and left her hanging. The flicking across her clit stopped abruptly, and both the anal probe and vaginal dildo pushed into her. "Aaaaaugh," she grunted. Her nipple devices were pulling hard, stretching her cruelly. Janey's eyes opened, her face in a blissful state. "How you doing over there, Sparkles?" With labored breath, Sondra tried to concentrate on the devices inside her and their excruciatingly slow movements. "Not ... very ... good." "You don't like it?" "I ... love ... it," Sondra gasped. "But it's driving me crazy."  "Have you cum yet? You promised to tell me." Sondra jerked against her leather straps in frustration. Her nipples were being pulled and stretched mercilessly. "No. And I have to really bad. It's killing me." Luxuriantly stretching her back, Janey slowly pulled her legs out of the sling, easing them to the floor. Sondra hadn't noticed before how well shaped her legs were, and how the sexy curve of her narrow hips perfectly framed her bare vulva. Janey's lips were still swollen and distended from their exertions. Sondra tried yet again to move her hips backwards. The vaginal dildo was in so deep now, so deep, but so slow. Her increasing frantic movements helped a little, but not enough, and all it did was increase her frustration. Janey stood on shaky and unsure legs, then slowly duck-walked forward. "I'm going to be sore for a week," she said. Sondra felt a soft hand on her shoulder, which sent a warmth through her body. "Concentrate, baby, you can do it." Sondra tried to concentrate. She'd been trying for almost an hour now. Her rectum was filled with a slowly pumping invader, and her vagina as well, moving slightly faster. The suction on her nipples was now letting up, even though she wanted it to stay.  "I can't. I've been trying." Her fingers beat a pattern of frustration against the platform. "Keep trying. You can do it." Janey pulled back Sondra's damp, sweaty hair, her fingers lightly massaging against Sondra's scalp. "You're almost there." Sondra glanced at the clock. 51 minutes gone by. She redoubled her concentration as Janey lightly stroked her back and encouraged her, but a few minutes later gave up. "It's no use," she lamented. "This thing is not going to let me come. It's like it knows when I'm getting close and changes what it's doing. It's so frustrating! And there are only a few minutes left." Janey looked at the clock, her mouth twisted in thought. At last she spoke. "You want me to help you?" Sondra's heart skipped a beat. At this point she wanted anyone to help her, but Janey? Gorgeous, sexy Janey? "Oh, yes. Please. Anything." Janey padded to the back side of the frame. "Wow," she heard. "This is amazing. It's got all sorts of stuff back here." A soft hand grasped her left butt cheek and spread it slightly. "This thing is huge," Janey said. "It's really inside you." "I know," Sondra gasped. The light touch of fingers on her ass were even more of a tease than the dildo that was flexing into her anus. The fingers explored around a bit, touching her ass, caressing her trapped inner thighs, then up from underneath to twirl her pubic hair." "I can tell you're really excited," Janey breathed. "What do you want me to do?" "Rub me. Rub me please." Sondra looked at the clock. Fifty-eight minutes. "Your clitty?" Janey giggled nervously. "I can't stand this any more. Please." "I can't really get to it. It's got a little flat paddle thing that's pushing against you. Oh, hey, it feels like it's vibrating." "I know. But it's not enough." "Let me turn that part off. Then I can get to you." "Hurry!" Sondra's hips were straining up and back. "There's not much time left! Please!" Janey hustled around to the front, standing directly in front of Sondra. Sondra looked directly into the smaller girl's breasts and erect nipples, so close that she could almost kiss them. "It looks like this button turns off the clitoris stimulator." There was a slightly audible click, and the stimulation on Sondra's clitoris stopped. Janey padded back around. "Are you sure you want this?" "Nnnnnh!" Sondra groaned in frustration, wanting her clit to rub against anything, anyone. A finger lightly rubbed over it. "Like this?" "OH! OH, YES!" The finger rubbed faster, and Sondra heard nervous laughter behind her. But she didn't care. At last she was moving steadily toward her long-awaited orgasm. And then the door opened.  Janey leapt back from the frame, and Sondra spewed out a curse word in frustration. "Dammit!" She was so close that she was about to explode. Gabrielle chuckled as the door closed behind her. "Looks like we're having a little fun in here." "I was just checking on her," Janey said defensively. "We weren't doing anything." Gabrielle chuckled again. "Don't worry, it's allowed. You can touch each other all you want." Sondra's face flushed red with frustration and embarrassment as the attendant came around to face her. She bent at the waist and looked directly into Sondra's eyes. "How'd you do, honey? Did you come? You look exhausted." Before Sondra could answer, Janey jumped in. "She just needs another couple of minutes. Can you give her a little more time?" "I'm afraid that the room is booked." The foot pedals clicked and the twin dildos withdrew from Sondra as she moaned and cried out in frustration.  Gabrielle locked friendly eyes with Sondra and softened to her pleading. She reached underneath and Sondra felt fingers fiddling with the devices on her nipples, then moving up secretly to fondle her breast flesh. Gabrielle smiled conspiratorially. "It'll take me a couple of minutes to get her loose, though. I'm not allowed to touch, but you can. And sometimes I've been known to make mistakes, too." "Really?" Janey's voice trembled with hesitation. "Work her hard and fast." Gabrielle leaned in close to Sondra, her dark eyes and jet-black hair filling Sondra's field of vision. Soft hands began kneading her breasts. "Cum for me, honey." Sondra heard and felt Janey climb up on the platform behind her. Fingers began diddling her clitoris and pushing into her vagina. Gabrielle worked the nipple hoses loose, then began a full breast massage. Leaning in close, she nibbled Sondra's earlobe, then whispered softly, so softly that Janey couldn't even hear.  "You're beautiful, sweetie. I want to take you home and fuck you." A tongue pushed into Sondra's ear, causing her to squeal in delight. Her clit was getting Janey's full attention now, and her friend's fingers expertly pushed into her G spot. The whispering continued. "I want to tie you to my bed and eat you, and then make you 69 your girlfriend. Do you want me to eat you?" Gabrielle nibbled Sondra's sensitive earlobe. Sondra bucked and thrust against her bonds. A deep pleasure was rising in her hips, spreading outward. Gabrielle's hands kneading her breasts added to it and she began to spike. Gabrielle kissed Sondra's neck, trapped in place by the rod and chin cup. Her breasts were squeezed, her clit rolled, her G spot rubbed.  "I want you to eat me out, too. Will you eat me out?" Gabrielle leaned in close and offered a long, sensuous kiss. "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmh!" Having an orgasm when she couldn't move was an entirely different experience for Sondra. Her synapses exploded in pleasure and she stiffened and fought her bondage, unable to wrench her mouth away from Gabrielle's invading tongue. Wave after wave washed over her, amplified by the continuing attention she was receiving from her two suitors. Unable to help, unable to resist, she pleaded wordlessly for more, then more, then more, then suddenly was pleading for it to stop. When Gabrielle and Janey finally showed her mercy she collapsed into the framework, sagging into its support. By the time she caught her breath, her arms and legs were being unbuckled. Barely able to communicate, she nonetheless had to do so. "Thank you so much," she panted. "That was the best orgasm I've had in my entire life." Gabrielle had her left arm released now, and was moving to the right. "I hope we'll see you again." "Oh, you will," Janey piped cheerily. **** The mall was a busy place. People walked with shopping bags, pushed strollers, and window-shopped. At a table at the Cinnabon store, two exhausted young women sat drinking sodas and sharing a treat. They both carried a glow of satisfaction and exertion. Sondra glanced over at Janey, and her friend smiled shyly back. "You were wonderful in there. Thanks for helping me." Janey smiled a Mona Lisa smile. "It was fun." "Do you really want to go back again?" "Are you kidding? I'm going to live in there." "Me, too," Sondra laughed, and the two women retreated to their own thoughts for a moment. It was Janey who spoke next. "You know, we don't have to always go there, either." Sondra's eyes flicked up and they made brief eye contact. "You mean -?" Janey shrugged, and Sondra noticed her nipples poking through her top. "I had fun helping you out. Would you consider returning the favor to me? Maybe tonight?" Sondra broke into a grin. "Let's head to the car," she said.